Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Agree, sir? you must quarrel, and he must beat you, else, 'tis no bargain. Not before We have concluded how things shall be carried. I must desire your secrecy and— here's my hand. And there's my money. Your Nephew shall be a blade. Why there's ten pieces more, cause you come off So freely, i'll send him to you. Do so, why this, if the Dice favour me may bring all My Lands again, be sure you send him, but No words for your nephew's credit. Mum— I thank you heartily. Be there such things i'th' World, i'll first to the Tavern, There I am stayed for, gentlemen I come, I'll be beat every day for such a sum. where's your Master, boy? I know not Mistress. Come nearer, sirrah, you are of your Master's Counsel sometimes, come, be true in what I shall desire, and I shall find a time, for your reward. How d''ee mean Mistress? We Pages meet rewards of several natures, This great man gives us Gold, that Lady Gloves, Tother silk Stockings, Roses, Garters: but The Lady, and Mistress whom we serve in ordinary, Reserves another bounty, for our closeness. I see you can be a wag, but be just to me, and secret. As your Physician, or your looking-glass; That in your absence cannot be corrupted To betray your complexion. What private mistresses, does Master Wilding visit? Who my Master? Alas forsooth, d''ee think he lets me know? Nay, nay dissemble not. I hire a Coach Sometimes, or so, but ride always i'th' boot, I look at nobody but the passengers, I do not sit i'th' same box at Plays with him. I wait at Tavern, I confess, and so forth, And when he has supped, we must have time to eat too, And what should I trouble my conscience, With being too officious, till I am called for? 'tis true, he waits upon the Ladies home, But 'tis so dark, I know not where they dwell, And the next day we have new ones, 'las mere strangers To me, and I should be unmannerly To Catechise 'em, if now, and then, there be Any superfluous cast waiting-woman, There be so many serving men about her, I cannot come to ask a question, And how should I know any thing? I see you are old enough for vice. Alas forsooth, You know 'tis ill to do a thing that's wicked, But 'twere a double sin to talk on't too, If I were guilty; beside forsooth, I know You would near trust me again, If I should tell you. Thou art deceived, it shall endear thee more. I must beseech you To be excused, my Master is my Master, My feet are at your service, not my tongue, I would not forfeit my recognizance, And shame the tribe, Pages, and Midwives are Sworn to be close. Hence thou old in villainy, But 'tis in vain to chide, leave me, and bid Mistress Penelope come hither.
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Agree, sir? you must quarrell, and he must beate you, else, tis no bargaine. Not before We have concluded how things shall bee carried. I must desire your secresie and— Heer's my hand. And ther's my monie. Your Nephew shall be a blade. Why ther's ten peeces more, cause you come off So freely, i'le send him to you. Do so, why this, if the Dice favour me may bring all My Lands agen, be sure you send him, but No words for your Nephews credit. Mum— I thanke you heartilie. Be there such things i'th World, i'le first to the Taverne, There I am staid for, gentlemen I come, I'le be beate every day for such a summe. Wher's your Master, boy? I know not Mistresse. Come neerer, sirra, you are of your Masters Counsell sometimes, come, be true in what I shall desire, and I shall finde a time, for your reward. How d'ee meane Mistresse? We Pages meete rewards of severall natures, This great man gives us Gold, that Ladie Gloves, Tother silke Stockins, Roses, Garters: but The Ladie, and Mistresse whom we serve in ordinarie, Reserves another bountie, for our closenesse. I see you can be a wag, but be just to me, and secret. As your Physition, or your looking-lasse; That in your absence cannot be corrupted To betraie your complexion. What private mistresses, does Master Wilding visit? Who my Master? Alas forsooth, d'ee thinke he lets me know? Nay, nay dissemble not. I hire a Coach Sometimes, or so, but ride alwaies i'th boote, I looke at no bodie but the passengers, I do not sit i'th same box at Playes with him. I waite at Taverne, I confesse, and so forth, And when he has sup'd, we must have time to eate too, And what should I trouble my conscience, With being too officious, till I am cald for? Tis true, he waites upon the Ladies home, But 'tis so darke, I know not where they dwell, And the next day we have new ones, las meere strangers To me, and I should be unmannerlie To Catechise 'em, if now, and then, there be Any superuous cast waiting-woman, There be so many serving men about her, I cannot come to aske a question, And how should I know any thing? I see you are old enough for vice. Alas forsooth, You know tis ill to doe a thing that's wicked, But 'twere a double sinne to talke on't too, If I were guiltie; beside forsooth, I know You would neere trust me agen, If I should tell you. Thou art deceav'd, it shall endeare thee more. I must beseech you To be excus'd, my Master is my Master, My feete are at your service, not my tongue, I wo'd not forfet my recognizance, And shame the tribe, Pages, and Mid-wives are Sworne to be close. Hence thou old in vilanie, But 'tis in vaine to chide, leave me, and bid Mistris Penelope come hither.