Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Oct 15] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c typicality 0.84 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
You Can compliment. Thus still she puts me off, Unless I speak the down right word, she'll never Understand me, a man would think that creeping Upon one's knees Were English to a Lady. How is't Jack? Pleasures attend you Madam, How does my plant of honour? Who is this? 'tis Alexander. Rich and glorious! 'tis Alexander the great. And my Bucephalus Waits at the door. Your case is altered sir. I cannot help these things, the Fates will have it, 'tis not my land does this. But thou hast a plough That brings it in. Now he looks brave and lovely. Wel my gallant Macedonian. Madam you gave your Nephew for my pupil, I read but in a tavern, if you'll horror us, The Bear at the bridge foot shall entertain you, A drawer is my Ganymede, he shall skink Brisk Nectar to us, we will only have A dozen Partridge in a dish, as many Pheasants, Quails, Cocks and Godwits, shall come marching up Like the trained band, a fort of Sturgeon Shall give most bold defiance to an army, And triumph o'er the table. Sir, it will But dull the appetite to hear more, and mine Must be excused, another time I may Be your guest. 'tis grown in fashion now with Ladies, When you please I'll attend you; Littleworth Come Frederick. we'll have music, I love noise, We will out roar the Thames and shake the bridge boy. Madam I kiss your hand, would you would think Of your poor servant, flesh and blood is frail, And trouble some to carry without help. A coach will easily convey it, or You may take water at strand bridge. But I Have taken fire. The Thames will cool. But never quench my heart, your charity Can only do that! I will keep it cold Of purpose, Now you bless me, and I dare Be drunk in expectation. I am confident He knows me not, and I were worse than mad To be my own betrayer, here's my husband. Why, how now Aretina? What alone? The mystery of this solitude? my house Turn desert o'the sudden, all the gamesters Blown up? Why is the music put to silence? Or ha' their instruments caught a cold, since we Gave 'em the last heat? I must know thy ground Of Melancholy. You are merry, as You came from kissing Celestina. I Feel her yet warm upon my lip, she is Most excellent company, I did not think There was that sweetness in her sex, I must Acknowledge 'twas thy cure to disenchant me From a dull husband to an active lover, With such a Lady, I could spend more years, Than since my birth my glass hath run soft minutes, And yet be young, her presence has a spell To keep off age, she has an eye would strike Fire through an adamant.
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You Can complement. Thus still she puts me off, Vnlesse J speake the downe right word, she'le never Vnderstand me, a man would thinke that creeping Vpon one's knees Were English to a Lady. How ist Iacke? Pleasures attend you Madam, How does my plant of honour? Who is this? Tis Alexander. Rich and glorious! Tis Alexander the great. And my Bucephalus Waites at the doore. Your case is alterd sir. J cannot helpe these things, the Faes will have it, Tis not my land does this. But thou hast a plough That brings it Now he lookes brave and lovely. Wel my gallant Macedonian. Madam you gave your Nephew for my pupill, I rea'd but in a taverne, if you'le horrour us, The Beare at the bridge foote shall entertaine you, A drawer is my Ganimd, he shall skinke Briske Nectar to us, we will onely have A dozen Partridge in a dish, as many Phesants, Quailes, Cockes and Godwits, shall come marching up Like the train'd band, a fort of Sturgeon Shall give most bold defiance to an army, And triumph ore the table. Sir, it will But dull the appetite to heare more, and mine Must be excusd, another time I may Be your guest. Tis growne in fashion now with Ladies, When you please ile attend you; Littleworth Come Fredericke. Weele have musicke, I love noise, We will out roare the Thames and shake the bridge boy. Madam I kisse your hand, wod you wod thinke Of your poore servant, flesh and bloud is fraile, And trouble some to carry without helpe. A coach will easily convey it, or You may take water at strand bridge. But I Have taken fire. The Thames will coole. But never quench my heart, your charitie Can onely doe that! I will keepe it cold Of purpose, Now you blesse me, and I date Be drunke in expectation. I am confident He knowes me not, and I were worse than mad To be my owne betrayer, hre's my husband. Why, how now Aretina? What alone? The mystery of this solitude? my house Turne desart o'the sudaine, all the gamsters Blowne up? Why is the musicke put to silence? Or ha their instruments caught a cold, since we Gave e'm the last heate? I must know thy ground Of Melancholy. You are merry, as You came from kissing Celestina. I Feele her yet warme upon my lip, she is Most excellent company, I did not thinke There was that sweetnesse in her sexe, I must Acknowledge twas thy cure to disinchant me From a dull husband to an active lover, With such a Lady, I could spend more yeeres, Than since my birth my glasse hath run minutes, And yet be young, her presence has a spell To keepe off age, she has an eye would strike Fire through an adamant.