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 0.79 · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
My Mistress is grown very thtisty of her voice a'the sudden, I have asked her 2. or three questions, and she answers me with holding out her hand, as the post at St. Albans that points the way to London, either she is grown sullen, or the fright she was in late like a Wolf that sees a man first, hath taken away her voice,— I'll make her speak to me— He stays, she puts him forward with her hand.— Said you forsooth— we will not do, what a blessed comfort shall he enjoy if she continue speechless, the Persians did worship a God under the name of Silence, and sure Christians may have an excuse for their Idolatry, if they can find a woman whom nature hath posted into the world with a tongue, but no ability to make use of that miserable Organ, what do you think 'tis o'clock? two not stroke, ha? how now Mrs. treading a toside, this is your way to the Exchange. My way you saucy Clown, take that, You are bountiful, 'tis more than I looked for. What ha' you to say to me Sirrah, cannot a Gentlewoman Ha ah my Brains melt, I am undone, I am undone, you Succubus where is my Mistress? Proserpine speak. That's he, your office. We arrest you Sir. Me you Toads? how's this? Away with him to Prison, 'tis no slight action, at your perils Sergeants— my fairest Mistress. Mistress— I'll honour this plot for the mirth' sake. Sirrah Tadpoole whatdee' mean, I owe him not a penny by this flesh, he has a conspiracy upon me, I charge ye in the king's name unbind me. We charge you i'th' king's name obey us, May you live to be arrested ath' Pox, and die in a Dungeon, nay inns a Court Gentleman, at next trimming shave your ears and noses off, and then duck you in their own boggards. SO, now we have got a Licence, I would see who dares marry your daughter besides myself, is she come from the Exchange yet? Not yet Sir. Your servant Brains remembers his duty in this Paper. Letters! Letters, let me read 'em. Your patience Sir. I doubt all is not well, what if some misfortune should now befall your Mistress, I hope you have Armour of Patience? I and of Proof too at home, as much as my Hall can hold, the Story of the Prodigal can hardly be seen for't; I have Pikes and Guns, enough for me and my Predecessors, a whole Wardrobe of Swords and Bucklers, when you come home you shall see 'em. A Conspiracy. Oh Treason. My man Brains is arrested by your Tutor, a plot to take away my daughter, she is gone. I did prophesy too soon.
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My Mistris is growne very thtisty of her voyce a'the sudden, I haue ask'd her 2. or three questions, and she answers me with holding out her hand, as the poste at St. Albaines that points the way to London, either shee is growne sullen, or the fright she was in late like a Wolfe that sees a man first, hath taken away her voyce,—I'le make her speake to me—He stayes, she puts him forward with her hand.—Said you forsooth—we will not doe, what a blessed comfort shal he enioy if she continue speechlesse, the Persians did worship a God vnder the name of Silence, and sure Christians may haue an excuse for their Idolatry, if they can find a woman whom nature hath posted into the world with a tongue, but no ability to make vse of that miserable Organ, what doe you thinke 'tis a clocke? two not stroke, ha? how now Mrs. treading a toside, this is your way to the Exchange. My way you sawcie Clowne, take that, You are bountifull, 'tis more then I look't for. What ha you to say to me Sirra, cannot a Gentlewomā Ha ah my Braines melt, I am undone, I am vndone, you Succubus where is my Mistris? Proserpine speake. That's he, your office. We arrest you Sir. Me you Toades? Howe's this? Away with him to Prison, 'tis no slight action, at your perils Sergeants—my fayrest Mistris. Mistris—I'le honour this plot for the mirth sake. Sirra Tadpoole what dee' meane, I owe him not a penny by this flesh, he has a conspiracy vpon me, I charge ye in the Kings name vnbind me. We charge you i'th Kings name obey vs, May you liue to be arrested ath' Pox, and dye in a Dungeon, nay Innes a Court Gentleman, at next trimming shaue your eares and noses off, and then ducke you in their owne boggards. SO, now we have got a Lycense, I would see who dares marry your daughter besides my selfe, is she come from the Exchange yet? Not yet Sir. Your servant Braines remembers his duty in this Paper. Letters! Letters, let me read em. Your patience Sir. I doubt all is not well, what if some misfortune should now befall your Mistris, I hope you have Armour of Patience? I and of Proofe too at home, as much as my Hall can hold, the Story of the Prodigall can hardly be seen for't; I have Pikes and Gunnes, enough for me and my Predecessors, a whole Wardrope of Swords and Bucklers, when you come home you shall see 'em. A Conspiracy. Oh Treason. My man Braines is arrested by your Tutor, a plot to take away my daughter, she is gone. I did prophesie too soone.