Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Mine own turn with all my heart: This fashions to my wishes; what if your Ladyship do want a servant? I am your man, your first man too, and such a man as know the World. And such a man do I want; You have been in Spain then? Didst hear no talk of an Englishman there, One Farrers— And one Manhurst his friend, they are both prisoners, and lie— only for ransom. My brother Prisoner? This news wings me for my voyage. Are you for any adventures Lady? Thy bad news enforces me; I'll make that my colour, at least that Gentleman is my brother; and cost it the last penny of my Dower, I will not see him want; I'll furnish our voyage Instantly. As generous, as he is valiant, 'twere cowardice in me to dishearten her, we must be gallant; what habit were I best to travel in, let me see, a Spanish slop, good easy wear, but that like Chambermaids, they are loose, and somewhat too open below. Methinks your Dutch Cassock is a comely wear. It hath been, but now adays it grows shorter and shorter, like your Court allowance: their Tailors are good husbands, tho' they make little or no waste at all, and that makes your Gallants stand so much upon Points: your button-hose is a good wear for Courtiers. Why for Courtiers? Cause they are full of large promises outward, but lin'd with narrow and scant-performance wit. 'Tas been a good fashion, but 'tis old. So is all goodness else, we have nothing new, but oaths and diseases. No, for my money, give me your substantial, English hose, round and somewhat full afore. Now they are methinks a little too great. The more the discretion of the Landlord that builds them the makes room enough for his Tenant to stand upright in, he may walk in and out at ease without stooping: but of all the rest, I am clean out of love with your Irish trowses; they are for all the world like a jealous wife, always close at a man's tail: out of all these will I cut and fashion that shall be and Imitable: will you follow? Even where fate leads me, we are all her slaves And have no dwellings of our own. Yes, Graves. I Never heard a fellow since my years, taught me how to distinguish ill from good, to talk in this strange Key; how English this? What are thou in thy Country? There, a man. What here? No better than you see a slave. Whose? His that hath redeemed me. Valladaura's? Yes, I proclaim 't; I that was once mine own, Am now become his creature. I perceive, Your coming is to make me think you noble, Would you persuade me deem your friend a God? For only such make men, are you a gentleman?
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Mine owne turne with all my heart: This fashions to my wishes; what if your Ladiship doe want a servant? I am your man, your first man too, and such a man as know the World. And such a man doe I want; You have beene in Spaine then? Did'st heare no talke of an English-man there, One Farrers— And one Manhurst his friend, they are both prisoners, and lie—onely for ransome. My brother Prisoner? This news wings mee for my voyage. Are you for any adventures Lady? Thy bad newes enforces mee; Ile make that my colour, at least that Gentleman is my brother; and cost it the last penny of my Dower, I will not see him want; Ile furnish our voyage Instantly. As generous, as he is valliant, 'twere cowardize in mee to disharten her, wee must be gallant; what habit were I best to travell in, lt me see, a Spannish slop, good easie weare, but that like Chambermaides, they are loose, and somewhat too open below. Me-thinks your Dutch Cassocke is a comely weare. It hath bin, but now adayes it growes shorter and shorter, like your Court allowance: their Taylors are good husbands, tho' they make little or no waste at all, and that makes your Gallants stand so much upon Points: your button-hose is a good weare for Courtiers. Why for Courtiers? Cause they are full of large promises outward, but lin'd with narrow and scant-performance wit. 'Tas beene a good fashion, but 'tis old. So is all goodnesse else, wee have nothing new, but oathes and diseases. No, for my money, give mee your substantiall, English hose, ro nd and som-what full afore. Now they are mee-thinks a little too great. The more the discretion of the Landlord that builds them the makes roome enough for his Tennant to stand upright in, he may walk in and out at ease without stooping: but of all the rest, I am cleane out of love with your Irish trowfes; they are for all the world like a Iealous wife, alwayes close at a mans tayle: out of all these will I cut and fashion that shall and Imitable: will you follow? Even where fate leades mee, wee are all her slaves And have no dwellings of our own. Yes, Graves. I Never heard a fellow since my yeeres, taught mee how to distinguish I from good, to talke in this strange Key; how English this? What are thou in thy Countrey? Thee, a man. What heere? No better then you see a slave. Whose? His that hath redeem'd mee. Valladauraes? Yes, I proclaym 't; I that was once mine owne, Am now become his creature. I perceive, Your comming is to make mee thinke you noble, Would you perswade mee deeme your friend a God? For only such make men, are you a gentleman?