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 0.80 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
It does conclude A Lady's morning work, we rise, make fine, Sit for our Picture, and 'tis time to dine. pray's forgot. 'tis out of fashion. Fie, what an air this room has. 'tis perfumed. With some cheap stuff is it your wisdom's thrift To infect my nostrils thus? Or is't to favour The Gout in your worship's hand? You are afraid To exercise your pen in your account Book? Or do you doubt my credit to discharge Your bills. Madam, I hope you have not found My duty with the guilt of sloth or jealousy, Unapt to your command. You can extenuate Your faults with language sir, but I expect To be obeyed; What hangings have we here? They are Arras Madam. Impudence I know't, I will have fresher and more rich, not wrought With faces that may scandalize a Christian With jewish stories stuffed with Corn and Camels, You had best wrap all my chambers in wild Irish, And make a nursery of Monsters here, To fright the Ladies comes to visit me. Madam I hope. I say I will have other, Good Master Steward of a finer loom, Some silk and silver if your worship please, To let me be at so much cost I'll have Stories to fit the seasons of the year, And change as often as I please. You shall Madam. I am bound to your consent forsooth, and is My coach brought home? This morning I expect it. The inside as I gave direction, Of crimson plush. Of crimson Camel plush. Ten thousand moths consum't, shall I ride through The streets in penance wrapped up round in hair cloth, Sel't to an Alderman, 'twill serve his wife To go a feasting to their country house, Or fetch a Merchant's Nurse child, and come home Laden with fruit and Cheese cakes; I despise it. The nails adorn it Madam, set in method And pretty forms. But single guilt I warrant. No Madam. Another Solecism, oh fie, This fellow will bring me to a Consumption With fretting at his ignorance, some Lady Had rather never pray, than go to Church in't; The nails not double guilt? to market wilt, 'twill hackney out to Mile-end, or convey Your city tumblers to be drunk with Cream And Prunes at Islington. Good Madam hear me. I'll rather be beholding to my Aunt The Countess for her mourning coach, then be Disparaged so, shall any juggling tradesman Be at charge to shoe his running horse with gold, And shall my coach nails be but single guilt? How dare these knaves abuse me so? Vouchsafe To hear me speak. Is my Sedan yet finished? And liveries for my men-Mules according As I gave charge. Yes Madam it is finished, But without tilting plumes at the four corners, The scarlet's pure, but not embroidered. What mischief were it to your conscience Were my coach lined with tissue, and my harness Covered with needlework? if my Sedan Had all the story of the Prodigal, Embroidered with pearl.
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It does conclude A Ladies morning worke, we rise, make fine, Sit for our Picture, and tis time to dine. Praying's forgot. Tis out of fashion. Fie, what an aire this roome has. Tis persum'd. With some cheape sluffe is it your wisedomes thrift To infect my nostrils thus? Or i'st to favour The Gout in your worships hand? You are afraid To exercise your pen in your account Booke? Or doe you doubt my credit to discharge Your bills. Madam, I hope you have not found My dutie with the guilt of sloath or jealousie, Vnapt to your command. You can extenuate Your faults with language sir, but I expect To be obeyed; What hangings have we here? They are Arras Madam. Impudence I know't, I will have fresher and more rich, not wrought With faces that may scandalise a Christian With Iewish stories stufft with Corne and Camells, You had best wrap all my chambers in wild Irish, And make a nursery of Monsters here, To fright the Ladies comes to visite me. Madam I hope. I say I will have other, Good Master Steward of a finer loome, Some silke and silver if your worship please, To let me be at so much cost Ile have Stories to sit the seasons of the yeare, And change as often as I please. You shall Madam. I am bound to your consent forsooth, and is My coach brought home? This morning I expect it. The inside as I gave direction, Of crimson plush. Of crimson Camell plush. Ten thousand mothes consum't, shall I ride through The streets in penance wrapt up round in haire cloath, Sel't to an Alderman, twill serve his wife To goe a feasting to their country house, Or fetch a Merchants Nurse child, and come home Laden with fruite and Cheese cakes; I despise it. The nailes adorne it Madam, set in method And pretty formes. But single guilt I warrant. No Madam: Another Solecisme, oh fie, This fellow will bring me to a Consumption With fretting at his ignorance, some Lady Had rather never pray, than goe to Church in't; The nailes not double guilt? to market wo't, Twill hackny out to Mile-end, or convey Your citie tumblers to be drunke with Creame And Prunes at Islington. Good Madam heare me. Ile rather be beholding to my Aunt The Countesse for her mourning coach, then be Disparag'd so, shall any juggling tradsman Be at charge to shooe his running horse with gold, And shall my coach nailes be but single guilt? How dare these knaves abuse me so? Vouchsafe To heare me speake. Is my Sedan yet finish'd? And liveries for my men-Mules according As I gave charge. Yes Madam it is finish'd, But without tilting plumes at the foure corners, The scarlet's pure, but not embroidered. What mischiefe were it to your conscience Were my coach lin'd with tissue, and my harnesse Cover'd with needleworke? if my Sedan Had all the story of the Prodigall, Embrodered with pearle.