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 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
My Lady keeps a court then, is Sir Thomas Affected with this state and cost. He was not, But is converted, and I hope you won't Persist in heresy, but take a course Of riot to content your friends, you shall Want nothing, if you can be proud and spend it For my Lady's honour, here are a hundred Pieces, will serve you till you have new clothes, I will present you with a nag of mine Poor tender of my service, please you accept, My lady's smile more than rewards me for it, I must provide fit servants to attend you, monsieurs for horse and foot. I shall submit If this be my aunt's pleasure and be ruled My eyes are opened with this purse already, And Sack will help to inspire me, I must spend it, What else sir? I'll begin with you, to encourage You, to have still a special care of me, There is five pieces, not for your nag. No sir, I hope it is not. Buy a Beaver For thy own block, I shall be ruled, who does Command the wine-cellar? Who command but you sir? I'll try to drink a health or two, my Ants Or anybody's, and if that foundation Stagger me not too much, I will commence In all the arts of London. If you find sir The operation of the wine, exalt Your blood to the desire of any female Delight, I know your Aunt won't deny Any of her chambermaids to practise on, She loves you but too well. I know not how I may be for that exercise, farewell Aristotle, Prithee commend me to the Library At Westminster, my bones I bequeath thither, And to the learned worms that mean to visit 'em, I will compose myself, I begin to think I have lost time indeed, come to the wine-cellar. But shall we not Madam expose ourselves To censure for this freedom. Let them answer That dare mistake us, shall we be so much Cowards to be frighted from our pleasure, Because men have malicious tongues, and show What miserable souls they have, no cozen, We hold our life and fortunes, upon no Man's charity, if they dare show so little Discretion to traduce our fames, we will Be guilty of so much wit to laugh at 'em. 'tis a becoming fortitude. My stars Are yet kind to me, for in a happy minute Be't spoke, I'm not in love, and men shall never. Make my heart lean with sighing, nor with tears Draw on my eyes the infamy of spectacles, 'tis the chief principle to keep your heart Under your own obedience, jest, but love not, I say my prayers yet, can wear good clothes, And only satisfy my tailor for 'em. I won't lose my privilege. And yet they say your entertainments are, Give me your pardon Madam, to proclaim yourself a widow, and to get a husband.
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My Lady keepes a court then, is Sir Thomas Affected with this state and cost. He was not, But is converted, and I hope you wo'not Persist in heresie, but take a course Of riot to content your friends, you shall Want nothing, if you can be proud and spend it For my Ladies honour, here are a hundred Peeces, will serve you till you have new clothes, I will present you with a nag of mine Poore tender of my service, please you accept, My Ladies smile more than rewards me for it, I must provide fit servants to attend you, Monsieures for horse and foote. I shall submit If this be my Aunts pleasure and be rul'd My eyes are open'd with this purse already, And Sacke will helpe to inspire me, I must spend it, What else sir? Ile begin with you, to incourage You, to have still a speciall care of me, There is five peeces, not for your nag. No sir, I hope it is not. Buy a Beaver For thy owne blocke, I shall be ruld, who does Command the wineseller? Who command but you sir? Ile try to drinke a health or two, my Aunts Or any bodies, and if that foundation Stagger me not too much, I will commence In all the arts of London. If you finde sir The operation of the wine, exalt Your bloud to the desire of any femall Delight, I know your Aunt wonot deny Any of her chambermaides to practise on, She loves you but too well. I know not how I may be for that exercise, farewell Aristotle, Prethee commend me to the Library At Westminster, my bones I bequeath thither, And to the learned wormes that meane to visit 'em, I will compose my selfe, I beginne to thinke I have lost time indeed, come to the wineseller. But shall we not Madam expose our selves To censure for this freedome. Let them answer That dare mistake us, shall we be so much Cowards to be frighted from our pleasure, Because men have malitious tongues, and shew What miserable soules they have, no cozen, We hold our life and fortunes, upon no Mans charitie, if they dare shew so little Discretion to traduce our fames, we will Be guilty of so much wit to laugh at em. Tis a becomming fortitude. My starres Are yet kinde to me, for in a happy minute Be't spoke, I'me not in love, and men shall never. Make my heart leane with sighing, nor with teares Draw on my eyes the infamie of spectacles, Tis the chiefe principle to keepe your heart Vnder your owne obedience, jeast, but love not, I say my prayers yet, can weare good clothes, And onely satisfie my tailor for em. I wonot lose my priviledge. And yet they say your entertainments are, Give me your pardon Madam▪ to proclaime Your selfe a widow, and to get a husband.