Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Oct 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.83 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
'Tis granted, Gentlemen I have an ambition to be your eternal slave. 'Tis granted. And I to be an everlasting Rascal. 'Tis granted. A couple of Cockaloches. Here comes my Daughter. Lady and Mistress of my heart, which hath long melted for you. This is my Daughter. Then it melted for you Lady. His heart is whole again. Vouchsafe to entertain a Servant, that shall study to command. Well said. His extremest possibilities— in your business. Abominable Courtship. Sir, I am Servant to Mistress Violetta, who commends this Paper to you. O my best Angel. As the Devil would have it, are you there Sensible. Mr. Worthy I take my leave. Will you not stay supper. we are engaged. My service shall wait on you Gentlemen. And mine. Come on my Queen of Diamonds. Master Worthy I take my leave. Will you not stay supper. We are engaged. My service shall wait on you Gentlemen. And mine. Come on my Queen of Diamonds. Brother lead the way. If she carry away this letter so, call me shallow-brains, I was never yet cozened in my life, this night? it shall be so, I will not come with bare relation of your plots, I'll bring active intelligence that shall tell Your secret aims, so crush 'em in the shell. Sure this is it, my Mistress and her maid are both fast still, I ha' watched under the bed all night, to rob her pocket of this paper, and I ha' done't, some fellow at this opportunity would have wriggled himself into one of their flesh. Who's there? Sensible. Death her tongue is awake already. Who's i'the chamber. Help me brains, before she wakes the other, 'tis I forsooth but looking for the chamberpot. Beshrew you for your noise. Where's the door— stumbles. Who's there? The other spirit is raised i'th' Trundlebed What will become o'me now. Here's nobody. Make an end and get thee to bed. An end of what, does she talk in her sleep, she was not wont. So, so, ha the spring is open I might forget to make it fast last night, 'Tis so, and happily some Cur or Cat Has been i'the chamber, for I hear a noise About the door, I'll make it fast And so to bed again, I think it is day already. So this fancy wrote, for Sir Nicholas like a forked Arrow points two ways, wenches are caught with Such conceits, they will imagine't none of his Invention, than whose but mine my person does invite More acceptation, but the Father aims At the estate, no matter if I can Insinuate myself into her opinion 'Tis no impossibility, her portion Will be enough for both, shall I live still dependent and not seek ways to advance my Self, busy my brains in ballads to the giddy Chambermaids, beggar myself with purse and pincase When she that is the Mistress may be mine 'twill be a Master piece if I can gull him, But he's here already. Noble Tutor, Morrow to you, hay finished The whimsy for my Mistress already?
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'Tis granted, Gentlemen I have an ambition to be your eternall slave. 'Tis granted. And I to be an everlasting Rascall. 'Tis granted. A couple of Cockaloches. Here comes my Daughter. Lady and Mistris of my heart, which hath long melted for you. This is my Daughter. Then it melted for you Lady. His heart is whole againe. Vouchsafe to entertaine a Servant, that shall study to command. Well sayd. His extreamest possibilities — in your businesse. Abhominable Courtship. Sir, I am Servant to Mistris Violetta, who commends this Paper to you. O my best Angell. As the Divell would have it, are you there Sensible. Mr. Worthy I take my leaue. Will you not stay supper. Wee are engaged. My service shall waite on you Gentlemen. And mine. Come on my Queene of Diamonds. Master Worthy I take my leaue. Will you not stay supper. We are engaged. My seruice shall waite on you Gentlemen. And mine. Come on my Queene of Diamonds. Brother lead the way. If shee carry away this letter so, call me shallow-braines, I was neuer yet couzen'd in my life, this night? it shall be so, I will not come with bare relation of your plots▪ Ile bring active intelligence that shall tell Your secret aymes, so crush 'em in the shell. SVre this is it, my Mistris and her maide are both fast still, I ha watched vnder the bed all night, to rob her pocket of this paper, and I ha don't, some fellow at this opportunity would haue wrigled himselfe into one of their flesh. Who's there? Sensible. Death her tongue is awake already. Who's i'the chamber. Helpe me Breynes, before shee wakes the tother, 'tis I forsooth but looking for the chamberpot. Beshrew you for your noyse. Where's the doore — stumbles. Who's there? The tother spirit is rais'd i'th Trundlebed What will become o'me now. Here's no body. Make an end and get thee to bed. An end of what, does she talke in her sleepe, shee was not wont. So, so, ha the spring is open I might forget to make it fast last night, 'Tis so, and happily some Cure or Cat Has beene i'the chamber, for I heare a noyse About the doore, I'le make it fast And so to bed againe, I thinke it is day already. So this fancy wrote, for Sir Nicholas like a forked Arrow points two wayes, wenches are caught with Such conceipts, they will imagin't none of his Inuention, then whose but mine my person does inuite More acceptation, but the Father aymes At the estate, no matter if I can Insinuate my selfe into her opinion 'Tis no impossibility, her portion Will be enough for both, shall I liue still Dependant and not seeke wayes to aduance my Selfe, busy my braines in ballads to the giddy Chambermaides, begger my selfe with purse and pincasin When shee that is the Mistris may be mine T'will be a Master piece if I can gull him, But he's here already. Noble Tutor, Morrow to you, hay finished The whimzey for my Mistris already?