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 0.81 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
And I do rather Be Lord one month of pleasures, to the height And rapture of our senses, than be years, Consuming what we have in foolish temperance, Live in the dark, and no fame wait upon us, I will live so, posterity shall stand At gaze when I am mentioned. A month good, And what shall be done then. I'll over Sea, And trail a pike, with watching, marching, lying In trenches, with enduring cold, and hunger, And taking here and there a musketshot, I can earn every week four shillings Madam, And if the bullets favour me to snatch Any superfluous limb, when I return With good friends, I despair not to be entold Poor Knight of Windsor; for your course Madam, No doubt you may do well, your friends are great, Or if your poverty, and their pride cannot Agree, you need not trouble much invention, To find a trade to live by, there are customers, Farewell, be frolic Madam, if I live I will feast all my senses, and not fall Less than a Phaeton from my throne of Pleasure, Though my estate flame like the world about me. 'tis very pretty. Madam Decoy. What melancholy After so sweet a night's work? Have not I Showed myself Mistress of my art. A Lady. That title makes the credit of the act A story higher, y'ave not seen him yet, I wonder what he'll say. He's here. Bear up My little Myrmidon, does not Jack Littleworth Follow? Follow? He fell into the Thames At landing. The devil shall dive for him Ere I endanger my silk stockings for him, Let the Watermen alone, they have drags and engines, When he has drunk his Julip, I shall laugh To see him come in pickled the next tide. he'll never sink, he has such a cork brain. Let him be hanged or drowned all's one to me, Yet he deserves to die by water, cannot Bear his wine credibly. Is not this my Aunt? And another handsome Lady, I must know her. My blood is rampant too, I must court somebody, As good my Aunt, as any other body. Where have you been cousin? At the bridge, At the bear's foot, where our first health began To the fair Aretina, whose sweet company Was wished by all, we could not get a lay, a Tumbler, a Device, a bona roba For any money, drawers were grown dull; We wanted our true firks and our vagaries; When were you in drink Aunt? How? Do not Ladies Play the good fellows too? there's no true mirth Without 'em, I have now such tickling fancies, That Doctor of the chair of wit, has read A precious lecture, how I should behave myself to Ladies, as now for example. Would you practise upon me? I first salute you, You have a soft hand Madam, are you so All over? Nephew.
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And J do rather Be Lord one moneth of pleasures, to the height And rapture of our senses, than be yeares, Consuming what we have in foolish temperance, Live in the darke, and no fame waite upon us, I will live so, posterity shall stand At gaze when I am mentioned. A mon'th good, And what shall be done then. Ile over Sea, And traile a pike, with watching, marching, lying In trenches, with enduring cold, and hunger, And taking here and there a musketshot, I can earne every weeke foure shillings Madam, And if the bullets favour me to snatch Any superfluous limbe, when I returne With good friends, I despaire not to be entold Poore Knight of Windsore; for your course Madam, No doubt you may doe well, your friends are great, Or if your poverty, and their pride cannot Agree, you neede not trouble much invention, To find a trade to live by, there are customers, Farewell, be frolicke Madam, if I live I will feast all my senses, and not fall Lesse than a Phaeton from my throne of Pleasure, Though my estate flame like the world about me. Tis very pretty. Madam Decoy. What melancholy After so sweet a nights worke? Have not I Shew'd my selfe Mistris of my art. A Lady. That title makes the credit of the act A story higher, y'ave not seene him yet, I wonder what hee'le say. He's here. Beare up My little Mirmidan, does not Iacke Littleworth Follow? Follow? He fell into the Thames At landing. The devill shall dive for him Ere I endanger my silke stockings for him, Let the Watermen alone, they have drags and engins, When he has drunke his Julip, I shall laugh To see him come in pickeld the next tide. Hee'le never sinke, he has such a corke braine. Let him be hang'd or drown'd alls one to me, Yet he deserves to die by water, cannot Beare his wine credibly. Is not this my Aunt? And another hansome Lady, I must know her. My bloud is rampant too, I must court some body, As good my Aunt, as any other body. Where have you beene cozen? At the bridge, At the Beares foote, where our first health began To the faire Aretina, whose sweet company Was wished by all, we could not get a lay, a Tumbler, a Device, a bona roba For any money, drawers were growne dull; We wanted our true firkes and our vagaries; When were you in drinke Aunt? How? Do not Ladies Play the good fellowes too? there's no true mirth Without e'm, I have now such tickling fancies, That Doctour of the chaire of wit, has read A precious lecture, how I should behave My selfe to Ladies, as now for example. Would you practise upon me? I first salute you, You have a soft hand Madam, are you so All over? Nephew.