Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.86 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Why thee, Country woman; thoust a larger purse to pay for the nursing: nay, if you'll needs have the world know how you, reputed a grave-Matron-like Motherly-Madam, kicked up your heels like a jennet, whose mark is new come into her mouth, e'en do, do; the worst can be said of me is, that I was ill advised to dig for gold in a Coalpit: Are you answered? Answered? Let's fall amongst'em,— Love— how is't chick? ha. My dear Ferentes, my betrothed Lord. Excellent: oh for three Barbary stone horses to top three Flanders Mares? why how now Wenches, what means this? Out upon me, here's more of his trulls. Love, you must go with me. Good Love, let's walk. I must rid my hands of'em, or they'll ride on my shoulders; by your leave, Ladies: here's none but is of Common Counsel one with another: in short, there are three of ye with child, you tell me by me: all of you I cannot satisfy, (nor indeed handsomely any of ye) you all hope I should marry you, which for that it is impossible to be done, I am content to have neither of ye; for your looking big on the matter, keep your own Counsels, I'll not bewray ye; but for marriage, heaven bless ye, & me from ye; this is my resolution. How, not me! Not me! Not me! Nor you, nor you, nor you. And to give you some satisfaction, I'll yield you reasons: you, Colona, had a pretty art in your dalliance, but your fault was, you were too suddenly won; you, Madam Morona, could have pleased well enough some three or four & thirty years ago, but you are too old; you, Iulia, were young enough, but your fault is, you have a scurvy face; now every one knowing her proper defect, thank me, that I ever vouchsafed you the honour of my bed once in your lives: if you want clouts, all I'll promise, is to rip up an old shirt or two; so wishing a speedy deliverance to all your burdens, I commend you to your patience Excellent. Notable. Unmatched Villain. Madam, though strangers, yet we Understand Your wrongs do equal ours; which to revenge, Please but to join with us, and we'll redeem Our loss of honour, by a brave exploit. I embrace your motion, Ladies, with gladness, and will strive by any action to rank with you in any danger. Come Gentlewomen, let's together then, Thrice happy maids that never trusted men.— Roseilli will not come then? will not? well, His pride shall ruin him.— Our letters speak The Duchess Uncle will be here tomorrow. Tomorrow, D'avolos. Tomorrow night, my Lord, but not to make more than one day's abode here: for his Holiness has commanded him to be at Rome the tenth of this month, the Conclave of Cardinals not being resolved to sit till his coming.
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Why thee, Country woman; th'ast a larger purse to pay for the nursing: nay, if you'll needs haue the world know how you, reputed a graue-Matron-like Motherly-Madam, kick'd vp your heeles like a Iennet, whose mark is new come into her mouth, ee'ne doe, doe; the worst can be said of me is, that I was ill aduis'd to digge for gold in a Cole-pit: Are you answer'd? Answer'd? Let's fall amongst'em,—Loue—how is't chick? ha. My deere Ferentes, my betrothed Lord. Excellent: oh for three Barbary stone horses to top three Flanders Mares? why how now Wenehes, what means this? Out vpon me, here's more of his truls. Loue, you must goe with me. Good Loue, let's walke. I must rid my hands of'em, or they'll ride on my shoulders; by your leaue, Ladies: here's none but is of Common Counsaile one with another: in short, there are three of ye with child, you tell me by me: all of you I cannot satisfie, (nor indeed hansomely any of ye) you all hope I should marry you, which for that it is impossible to be done, I am content to haue neither of ye; for your looking big on the matter, keepe your owne Counsailes, I'le not bewray ye; but for mariage, heauen blesse ye, & me frō ye; this is my resolution. How, not me! Not me! Not me! Nor you, nor you, nor you. And to giue you some satisfaction, I'le yeeld you reasons: you, Colona, had a pretty art in your dalliance, but your fault was, you were too suddenly won; you, Madam Morona, could haue pleas'd wel enough some three or foure & thirty yeares agoe, but you are too old; you, Iulia, were young enough, but your fault is, you haue a scuruy face; now euery one knowing her proper defect, thanke me, that I euer vouchsaf'd you the honor of my bed once in your liues: if you want clouts, al I'le promise, is to rip vp an old shirt or two; so wishing a speedy deliuerāce to al your burdēs, I cōmond you to your patience Excellent. Notable. Vnmatch'd Villaine. Madam, though strangers, yet we vuderstand Your wrongs doe equall ours; which to reuenge, Please but to ioyne with vs, and wee'll redeeme Our losse of honour, by a braue exploit. I embrace your motion, Ladies, with gladnesse, and will striue by any action to ranke with you in any danger. Come Gentlewomen, let's together then, Thrice happy maids that neuer trusted men.— Roseilli will not come then? will not? well, His pride shall ruine him.—Our letters speake The Dutchesse Vncle will be here to morrow. To morrow, D'auolos. To morrow night, my Lord, but not to make more then one dayes abode here: for his Holinesse has commanded him to be at Rome the tenth of this month, the Conclaue of Cardinals not being resolu'd to sit till his comming.