Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.84 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Will you not Chide my want of Manners gentlewomen To interrupt your dialogue We ha' done sir. I shall be still your servant. Here's a riddle; but I will do't, Shall I presume upon you for a favour. You shall impose on me a greater trouble My Lord, ▪ We miss you above Lady. My Lord I wait upon you, I beseech Your pardon but a minute— will you do this, It is an office he may thank you for, Beside my acknowledgement. Yes I'll go And yet I do not like to be sent oft, This is the second time. Now I am for your Lordship, What's your pleasure. I would be your Echo Lady, and return Your last word— pleasure. May you never want it. This won't serve my turn. What my Lord? This is the charity of some rich men, That passing by some monument that stoops With age, whose ruins plead for a repair Pity the fall of such a goodly pile, But will not spare from their superfluous wealth To be the benefactor. I acknowledge That empty wishes are their shame, that have Ability to do a Noble work, And fly the Action. Come! you may apply it, I would not have you a gentlewoman of your word Alone, they're deedes that crowne all, what you wish m Is in your own ability to give; You understand me; will you at length consent To multiply, we'll point a place and time, And all the world shall envy us. My Lord! Lord me no lords, shall we enjoy lips upon't, Why do you look as you still wondered at me, Do I not make a reasonable motion, Is't only in myself, sha'not you share I'the delight, or do I appear a Monster 'Bove all mankind, you shun my embrace thus There be some Ladies in the world ha' drawn Cuts for me, I ha' been talked on and commended, howe'er you please to value me. Did they see you thus perfectly. Not always, 'twas Sometimes a little darker when they praised me, I have the same activity. You are Something, I would not name my Lord. And yet you do, you call me Lord, that's something And you consider, all men are not borne to't. 'twere better not to have been borne to honours, Than forfeit 'em so poorly, he is truly Noble, and best justifies his blood When he can number the descents of virtue. You'll not degrade me. 'tis not in my power Or will my Lord, and yet you press me strangely As y'are a person, separate and distinct By your high blood, above me and my fortunes Thus low I bend, you have no noble title Which I not bow to, they are Characters Which we should read at distance, and there is Not one that shall with more devotion And honour of your birth, express her service, It is my duty, where the king has sealed His favours, I should show humility My best obedience to his act. So should All handsome women that will be good subjects.
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Will you not Chide my want of Manners gentlewomen To interrupt your dialog We ha done sir. I shall be still your servant. Here's a riddle; but I will doo't, Shall I presume upon you for a favour. You shall impose on me a trouble My Lord, ▪ We misse you above Lady. My Lord I waite upon you, I beseech Your pardon but a minute—will you doe this, It is an office he may thanke you for, Beside my acknowledgement. Yes Ile goe And yet I doe not like to be sent oft, This is the second time. Now I am for your Lordship, What's your pleasure. I would be your Echo Lady, and returne Your last word—pleasure. May you never want it. This wonot serve my turne. What my Lord? This is the charity of some rich men, That passing by some monument that stoope With age, whose ruines pleade for a repaire Pitty the fall of such a goodly pile, But will not spare from their superfluous wealth To be the benefactor. I acknowlede That empty wishes are their sham, that hav Ability to doe a Noble worke, And flye the Action. Come! you may apply it, I would not have you a gentlewoman of your word Alone, they're deedes that crowne all, what you wish m Is in your owne ability to give; You understand me; will you at length consent To multiply, weele point a place and time, And all the world shall envie us. My Lord! Lord me no lords, shall we enjoy lippes upon't, Why doe you looke as you still wondred at me, Doe I not make a reasonable motion, Ist onely in my selfe, shannot you share I'the delight, or doe I appeare a Monster 'Bove all mankind, you shunne my embrace thus▪ There be some Ladies in the world ha drawn Cuts for me, I ha beene talkd on and commended, How ere you please to value me. Did they see you thus perfectly. Not alwayes, 'twas Somtimes a little darker when they prais'd me, I have the same activitie. You are Something, I would not name my Lord. And yet you doe, you call me Lord, that's something And you consider, all men are not borne tot. T'were better not to have beene borne to honours, Than forfeit em so poorely, he is truely Noble, and best justifies his blood When he can number the descents of vertu. You'le not degrade me. Tis not in my power Or will my Lord, and yet you prsse me strangely As y'are a person, separate and distinct By your high blood, above me and my fortunes Thus low I bend, you have no noble title Which I not bow to, they are Characters Which we should read at distance, and there is Not one that shall with more devotion And honour of your birth, expresse her service, It is my duty, where the king has seal'd His favours, I should shew humility My best obedience to his act. So should All hansome women that will be good subjects.