Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Oct 15] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.83 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Am I then Brought in the balance? so Sir. Though you weigh Me in a partial scale my heart is honest, And must take liberty to think you have Obeyed no modest counsel to effect, Nay study ways of pride and costly ceremony, Your change of gaudy furniture and pictures, Of this Italian Master, and that Dutchman's, Your mighty looking-glasses like Artillery; Brought whom on Engines, the superfluous plate, Antic and novel, vanities of tires, fourscore pound suppers for my Lord your kinsman, Banquets for other Lady, aunt, and cousins, And perfumes that exceed all train of servants, To stifle us at home and show abroad More motley than the French, or the Venetian, About your Coach whose rude postilion Must pester every narrow lane, till passengers And tradesmen curse your choking up their stalls; And common cries pursue your Ladyship, For hindering o'their market. Have you done sir. I could accuse the gaiety of your wardrobe, And prodigal embroideries under which Rich satins, Plushes, cloth of Silver, dare Not show their own complexions, your jewels Able to burn out the Spectators eyes, And show like Bonfires on you by the tapers, Something might here be spared, which safely of Your birth and honour, since the truest wealth, Shines from the soul, and draws up just admirers, I could urge something more: Pray do I like Your homily of thrift. I could wish Madam You would not game so much. A gamester too? But are not come to that repentance yet, Should teach you skill enough to raise your profit, You look not through the subtlety of Cards, And mysteries of Dice, nor can you save Charge with the box, buy petticoats and purls, And keep your family by the precious income, Nor do I wish you should, my poorest servant Shall not upbraid my tables, nor his hire Purchased beneath my honour, you make play Not a Pastime but a tyranny, and vex yourself and my estate by't. Good, proceed. Another game you have, which consumes more Your fame than purse, your revels in the night, Your meetings called the Ball, to which appear, As to the Court of Pleasure, all your gallants, And Ladies thither bound by a subpoena Of Venus, and small Cupid's high displeasure, 'tis but the family of love translated Into more costly sin, there was a play on't, And had the Poet not been bribed to a modest Expression of your Antic gambols in't, Some darks had been discovered, and the deeds too, In time he may repent and make some blush, To see the second part danced on the Stage; My thoughts acquit you for dishonouring me By any foul act, but the virtuous know, 'tis not enough to clear ourselves, but the Suspicions of our shame. Have you concluded Your lecture? I ha' done, and howsoever My language may appear to you, it carries No other than my fair and just intent To your delights without curb to their modest, And noble freedom.
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Am I then Brought in the ballance? so Sir. Though you weigh Me in a partiall scale my heart is honest, And must take libertie to thinke you have Obeyed no modest counsell to effect, Nay study wayes of pride and costly ceremony, Your change of gaudy furniture and pictures Of this Italian Master, and that Dutchmnas, Your mighty looking-glasses like Artillery; Brought whom on Engins, the superfluous plate, Anticke and novell, vanities of tires, Fourescore pound suppers for my Lord your kinsman, Banquets for tother Lady, aunt, and cozens, And perfumes that exceede all traine of servants, To stifle us at home and shew abroad More motley than the French, or the Venetian▪ About your Coach whose rude Postillion Must pester every narrow lane, till passengers And tradsmen curse your choaking up their stalls; And common cries pursue your Ladiship, For hindring o'their market. Have you done sir. I could accuse the gayetie of your wardrobe, And prodigall embroderies under which Rich Sattens, Plushes, cloath of Silver, dare Not shew their owne complexions, your jewells Able to burne out the Spectators eyes, And shew like Bonefires on you by the tapers, Something might here be spar'd, which safely of Your birth and honour, since the truest wealth, Shines from the soule, and drawes up just admirers, I could urge something more: Pray doe I like Your homilie of thrifte. I could wish Madam You would not game so much. A gamster too? But are not come to that repentance yet, Should teach you skill enough to raise your profit, You looke not through the subtiltie of Cards, And mysteries of Dice, nor can you save Charge with the boxe, buy petticotes and purles, And keepe your familie by the precious income, Nor doe I wish you should, my poorest servant Shall not upbraid my tables, nor his hire Purchasd beneath my honour, you make play Not a Pastime but a tyrannie, and vexe Your selfe and my estate by't. Good, proceed. Another game you have, which consumes more Your fame than purse, you revells in the night, Your meetings cal'd the Ball, to which appeare, As to the Court of Pleasure, all your gallants, And Ladies thither bound by a Subpena Of Venus, and small Cupids high displeasure, Tis but the family of love translated Into more costly sinne, there was a play on't, And had the Poet not beene brib'd to a modest Expression of your Anticke gambolls, in't, Some darkes had beene discovered, and the deeds too, In time he may repent and make some blush. To see the second part danc'd on the Stage; My thoughts acquit you for dishonouring me By any foule act, but the vertuous know, Tis not enough to cleare our selves, but the Suspitions of our shame. Have you concluded Your lecture? I ha done, and howsoever My language my appeare to you, it carries No other than my faire and just intent To your delights without curbe to their modest, And noble freedome.