Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Lusty Gorge and gentlemen, hark yet, To winning mackerel fine mouthed Freak, Bay Tarrall that won the cup at Newmarket, Thundering tempest, black dragon eke. Precious sweet lips, I do not lose, Nor Toby with his golden shoes, But if I be just, all honour must, Be given to well breathed Iilian Thrust. Excellent, how think you Lady? I like it very well. I never thought you were a Poet sir. No no, I do but dabble. You can sing early too, how were these parts Observed, invisible? You may see Lady. Good sir your pardon: Do you love singing, hum, la la. Who would ha' thought these qualities were in you, Now or never. Why I was cozened. You are not the first I ha' cozened, shall I wash Your faces with the drops of Helicon, I ha' fancies in my head. Like Iupiter you want a Vulcan but To cleave your skull, and out peeps bright Minerva. When you return I'll tell you more my Lord. Give me a subject. Prithee coz do. Let it be how much you dare suffer for me. Enough— hum, fa, la la. Master Venture y'are expected. Are they come? This half hour my Lord. I must see the Mare, you will excuse this rudeness, Sirrah stay you and wait upon these Ladies. 'tis time to make me ready, Ladies I take this leave in prose, You shall see me next in other feet. I wish your syllabub were nectar Lady. We thank you sir, and here it comes already. So so, is it good milk? Of a Red Cow. You talk as you inclined to a consumption, Is the wine good? It comes from his excellence head! My service to you Lady, and to him Your thoughts prefer. A health! No deep one? 'tis lawful for gentlewomen To wish well to their friends. You have obliged me— the wishes of all happiness To him you heart hath chosen. Duty now Requires I should be willing to receive it As many joys to you both, when you are married. Married? You have not vowed to die a virgin, I know an humble servant of yours Lady? Mine! Would be sorry you should be a Nun. D'ee think he loves me then? I do not think He can dissemble where he does profess Affection: I know his heart by mine; Fairfield is my brother! Your Brother? then the danger's not so great, but Let us change our argument: with your pardon, Come hither pretty one; how old are you? I am young Lady, I hope you do not take me for a Dwarf. How young I pray then? four summers since my life was questioned, And then a jewry of years did pass upon me. He is upon the matter then, fifteen. A game at Noddy. You can play your Cards already it seems, come drink A this syllabub! I shall spoil your game Ladies, for if there be sack In't it may make you flush a three.
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Lusty Gorge and gentlemen, harke yet, To wining Mackarell fine mouth'd Freake, Bay Tarrall that won the cup at Newmarket, Thundring tempest, black dragon eake. Pretious sweetelippes, I doe not lose, Nor Toby with his golden shoes, But if I be just, all honour must, Be given to well breath'd Iilian Thrust. Excellent, how thinke you Lady? I like it very well. I never thought you were a Poet sir. No no, I doe but dabble. You can sing early too, how wre these parts Observ'd, invisible? You may see Lady. Good sir your pardon▪ Doe you love singing, hum, la la. Who would ha thought these qualities were in you, Now or never. Why I was cosend. You are not the first I ha cosend, shall I wash Your faces with the drops of Helicon, I ha fancies in my head. Like Iupiter you want a Vulcan but To cleave your skull, and out peepes bright Minerva. When you returne Ile tell you more my Lord. Give me a subject. Prethee Cose doe. Let it be how much you dare suffer for me. Enough—hum, fa, la la. Master Venter y' are expected. Are they come? This halfe houre my Lord. I must see the Mare, you will excuse this rudenesse, Sirra stay you and waite upon these Ladies. Tis tim to make me ready, Ladies I take this leave in prose, You shall see me next in other fete. I wish your sillabub were nectar Lady. We thanke you sir, and here it comes already. So so, is it good milke? Of a Red Cow. You talke as you inclin'd to a consumption, Is the wine good? It comes from his excellenc head! My service to you Lady, and to him Your thoughts prferre. A health! No depe one? tis lawfull for gentlewomen To wish well to their friends. You have oblig'd me—the wishes of all happinsse To him you heart hath chosen. Duty now▪ Requires I should be willing to rceiv it As many joyes to you both, when you are marryd. Marryed? You have not vow'd to dye a virgin, I know an humble servant of yours Lady? Mine! Would be sorry you should be a Nunne. Dee thinke he loves me then? I doe not thinke He can dissemble where he does professe Affection: I know his heart by mine; Fairefield is my brother! Your Brother? then th danger's not so great, but Let us change our argument: with your pardon, Come hither pretty one; how old are you? I am young Lady, I hope you doe not take me for a Dwarfe. How yong I pray then? Foure summers since my life was question'd, And then a Iewry of yeares did passe upon me. He is upon the matter then, fiften. A game at Noddy. You can play your Cards already it sem, come drink A this sillabub! I shall spoyle your game Ladies, for if there be sack In't it may make you flush a three.