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 0.84 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
You amaze rather My cheek to paleness, what you mean by this? I am not troubled with the hickup gentlemen, You should bestow this fright upon me. Then Pride and ill memory go together. How sir? The gentleman on whom you exercise Your thin wit, was a nephew to the Lady Whose guest you are, and though her modesty Look calm on the abuse of one so near Her blood, the affront was impious. I am ashamed on't, You an ingenious Lady and well mannered? I'll reach a Bear as much civility. You may be master of the College sir For ought I know. What College? Of the Bears. Have you a plot upon me? d'ee possess Your wits, or know me gentlemen. How's this? Know you? yes we do know you to an atom. Madam we know, what stuff your soul is made on. But do not bark so like a mastive, pray, Sure they are mad, let your brains stand awhile And settle gentlemen, you know not me, What am I? thou'rt a puppet, a thing made Of clothes and painting, and not half so handsome As that which played Susanna in the fair. I heard you visited those canvas tragedies, One of their constant audience, and so taken With Susan, that you wished yourself a rival With the two wicked elders. You think this Is wit now, come you are— What I beseech you? Your character will be full of salt and satire, No doubt, what am I? Why you are a woman. And that's at least a bow wide of you knowledge. would be thought handsome, and might pass i'th' country Upon a market day, but miserably Forfeit to pride and fashions, that if heaven were a new gown, you'd not stay in't a fortnight. It must be miserably out of fashion then, Have I no sin but pride? Hast any virtue? Or but a good face to excuse that want? You praised it yesterday. That made you proud. More pride? You need not to close up the praise, I have seen a better countenance in a Sibyl. When you wore spectacles of sack, mistook The painted cloth, and kissed it for your mistress. Let me ask you a question, how much Have you consumed in expectation That I would love you. Why? I think as much As you have paid a way in honest debts This seven year, 'tis a pretty impudence, But cannot make me angry. Is there any Man that will cast away his limbs upon her? You do not sing so well as I imagined, Nor dance, you reel in your coranto, and pinch Your petticoat too hard, y ave no good ear Tothth' music, and incline too much one shoulder, As you were dancing on the rope, and falling, You speak abominable French, and make A curtsy like a Dairy maid, not mad? Do we not sting her handsomely A conspiracy.
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You amaze rather My cheeke to palenesse, what you meane by this? I am not troubled with the hickup gentlemen, You should bestow this fright upon me. Then Pride and ill memory goe together. How sir? The gentleman on whom you exercise Your thin wit, was a nephew to the Lady Whose guest you are, and though her modesty Looke calme on the abuse of one so neare Her bloud, the affront was impious. I am asham'd on't, You an ingenious Lady and well mannerd? Ile reach a Beare as much civility. You may be master of the Colledge sir For ought I know. What Colledge? Of the Beares. Have you a plot upon me? Dee possesse Your wits, or know me gentlemen. How's this? Know you? yes we doe know you to an atome. Madam we know, what stuffe your soule is made on. But doe not barke so like a mastive, pray, Sure they are mad, let your braines stand awhile And settle gentlemen, you know not me, What am I? Tha'rt a puppet, a thing made Of clothes and painting, and not halfe so hansome As that which plaid Susanna in the faire. I heard you visited those canvas tragedies, One of their constant audience, and so taken With Susan, that you wishd your selfe a rivall With the two wicked elders. You thinke this Is wit now, come you are— What I beseech you? Your character will be full of salt and satyre, No doubt, what am I? Why you are a woman. And that's at least a bow wide of you knowledge. Wo'd be thought hansome, and might passe i'th country Vpon a market day, but miserably Forfeit to pride and fashions, that if heaven were a new gowne, you'd not stay in't a fortnight. It must be miserably out of fashion then, Have I no sinne but pride? Hast any vertue? Or but a good face to excuse that want? You prais'd it yesterday. That made you proud. More pride? You neede not to close up the praise, I have seene a better countenance in a Sibill. When you wore spectacles of sacke, mistooke The painted cloath, and kist it for your mistresse. Let me aske you a question, how much Have you consum'd in expectation That I would love you. Why? I thinke as much As you have paid a way in honest debts This seven yeare, tis a pretty impudence, But cannot make me angry. Is there any Man that will cast away his limbes upon her? You doe not sing so well as I imagind, Nor dance, you reele in your coranto, and pinch Your petticoate too hard, y ave no good eare Toth' musicke, and incline too much one shoulder, As you were dancing on the rope, and falling, You speake abominable French, and make A courtsey like a Dairie maide, not mad? Doe we not sting her hansomely A conspiracie.