The Bird in a Cage (The Beauties) · chunk 10 of 37
Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jun 21] [incorrect] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Yet he keeps my jewels, there may be some hope I'll to him again, 'tis but his modesty At first not to see me easy, he must be courted Statesmen like Virgins first, should give denial, Experience and opportunity make the trial. Save you Gallants. And you go thereto: save yourself, you are in a worse pickle than we are. And how is't we signior? Do you thrive in your hopes? I do not despair Gentlemen, you see I do not wear my hat in my eyes, crucify my arms, or entreat your Lordship's brain to melt in a Petition for me. I did but jest, I know you have a way to the wood in your Pericranium, what is't we are honest simple minded Lords. I think so. Nay nay, impart. we tell no tales. Wooed we were whipped and we do. Why shall I tell you— you are three. Very secret— Coxcombs. How? A miserable leash of Court Mimics. Mimics? what's that. You perfumed Goats. Oh is that it, I never heard what a Mimic was before. D'ee think I am so wretched in a point that concerns my life and honour, to trust my ways and purposes to you that have no souls. No souls. Peace how comes he to know that? Why hast thou none? 'Twas more than ever I could see in myself yet. Things that have forfeited their Creation, and had not your Tailors took compassion on you, you had died to all men's thoughts, who long since would ha' forgotten that ever there were such things in Nature. Shall we suffer this? Yes, and make legs, in token of your thankfulness, if I were at leisure, I would make you show tricks now. Do I look like a Johnanapes? But I won't. It were not your best course. How? Alas Sir I should but shame myself, and be laughed at afore all this Company. When you see me next avoid me, as you would do your poor kindred when they come to Court. Get you home, say your Prayers, and wonder that you come off without beating, for 'tis one of my Miracles. Had we not better a gone to Tavern, as I plotted at first, he could not ha' been more valiant in his drink. I'm glad he's gone. I know not what to make on him. Make on him quotha, he made little reckoning of us, but and he had not gone as he did, I should ha' made What? Urine in my breeches— he squeezed me, I think I was ready to melt'o, both sides. But hark you Signior, we forget the Ladies still Well remembered. let's consult to purpose about that— shall we? No, every one think what he can by himself, my thoughts shall be private, and not free at this time; every one scratch his own head. And he that gets the first hint, communicate— A match. Let me see— umh. What if I did— nothing, my brains are dull.
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Yet he keepes my jewels, there may be some hope Ile to him agen, 'tis but his modesty At first not to see me easie, he must be courted Statesmen like Virgins first, should giue denyall, Experience and opportunity make the tryall. Saue you Gallants. And you goe thereto: saue your selfe, you are in a worse pickle then wee are. And how i'st wee Signiour? Doe you thriue in your hopes? I doe not dispaire Gentlemen, you see I doe not weare my hat in my eyes, crucifie my armes, or intreate your Lordships braine to melt in a Petition for me. I did but iest, I know you haue a way to the wood in your Pericranium, what is't wee are honest simple minded Lords. I thinke so. Nay nay, impart. Wee tell no tales. Woo'd wee were whipt and wee doe. Why shall I tell you—you are three. Very secret— Coecombes. How? A miserable leash of Court Mimicks. Mimicks? what's that. You perfumd Goates. Oh is that it, I neuer heard what a Mimick was before. Dee thinke I am so wretched in a point that concernes my life and honour, to trust my wayes and purposes to you that haue no soules. No soules. Peace how comes he to know that? Why hast thou none? 'Twas more then euer I could see in my selfe yet. Things that haue forfeited their Creation, and had not your Tailors tooke compassion on you, you had died to all mens thoughts, who long since wod ha forgotten that euer there were such thinges in Nature. Shall wee suffer this? Yes, and make legs, in token of your thankefullnesse, if I were at leisure, I would make you shew trickes now. Doe I looke like a Johnanapes? But I wonot. It were not your best course. How? Alas Sir I should but shame my selfe, and be laughed at afore all this Company. When you see mee next avoide mee, as you would doe your poore kindred when they come to Court. Get you home, say your Prayers, and wonder that you come off without beating, for 'tis one of my Myracles. Had wee not better a gone to Tauerne, as I plotted at first, he could not ha beene more valiant in his drinke. Im'e glad hees gone. I know not what to make on him. Make on him quotha, he made little reckning of vs, but and he had not gone as he did, I should ha made What? Vrine in my breeches—he sqeezed me, I thinke I was ready to melt'o, both sides. But harke you Signior, wee forget the Ladies still Well remembred. Lets consult to purpose about that—shall wee? No, euery one thinke what he can by himselfe, my thoughts shall be private, and not free at this time; euery one scratch his owne head. And he that gets the first hint, communicate— A match. Let me see—umh. What if I did—nothing, my braines are dull.