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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Oh, do not say so. Then I won't, but I love thee for thy spirit, 'cause thou wilt be revenged, punish her jealousy The right way, when 'tis done, I do not care To tell her, it may kick up her heels too, another way. Tell her what? you make me blush. No, no, i'll tell nobody, by this hand. Stay I have a Diamond will become this finger, Wear it, and let my wife stare out her eyes upon't. I won't take't on such conditions. Take it on any; she is come about. Sir Master Hazard desires your company at Tavern, he says there are none but gentlemen of your acquaintance, Master Acre-less, Master Little-stocke, and Master Sell-away, the three Gamesters. He must excuse me. As you love me, go, sir. Have no suspicion that I wish your absence, I'll wear your gift, and study to be thankful. Well, there's no great hurt in all this yet; The Tides not strong against me, no talk now, Of wife's consent, i'll not remove my siege, she'll study to be thankful, she's mine own, As sure as I were in her maidenhead, Now to the Tavern boy, and drink to the purpose. More wine, is not this better gentlemen, Then spitting Constables? you would have fought now, And had your brain-pans opened Right noble Hazard, here's to thee. Let come boy, fill it me steeple-high, I am in vain of mirth, and I ha' cause As you shall see in due time gentlemen. Master Little stock thou art dreaming o'th' Dice. he's melancholy. Who I! I'll play the farrier then, and drench thee for the sullens: a health to all our Mistresses, we have had 'em single, let's shuffle 'em now together. Master Acre-less. willt please you Gentlemen to have a Song. You have not washed today, go get clean manners; You rascal we have no wenches. I see nobody, sir, you have washed my eyes out. It is not necessary thou shouldst have any: Fill me again. This fellow would ha' tother Cup. I have had a Cup too much already gentlemen. Let it go round, and then in hope you may Look double, i'll show you a sight, I wonder Jack wilding Stays. he's come i'th' nick. Save, save you gallants, may a man come i'th' rear? Give him his garnish. Y'are not Prisoners for the reckoning, I hope. For the reckoning? now y'are altogether gentlemen, I'll show you a wonder; but come not to near, Keep out o'th' Circle, whatsoever you think on't, This is a hundred pound, nay, not so close, These pictures do show best at distance, gentlemen. You see it, presto— Nay let's see't again. Like to your cunning juggler, I ne'er show My trick but once you may hear more hereafter, What think you of this Master Acre-less, Master Little-stocke, And Master Sell-away? We do not believe 'tis gold, Perish then In your infidelity. Let me but touch it.
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Oh, do not say so. Then I wonot, but I love thee for thy spirit, Cause thou woot be reveng'd, punish her jealozie The right way, when 'tis done, I doe not care To tell her, it may kicke up her heeles too, another way. Tell her what? you make me blush. No, no, i'le tell no bodie, by this hand. Stay I have a Diamond will become this finger, Weare it, and let my wife stare out her eyes upon't. I wonot take't on such conditions. Take it on any; shee is come about. Sir Master Hazard desires your company at Taverne, he sayes there are none but gentlemen of your acquaintance, Master Acre-lesse, Master Little-stocke, and Master Sell-away, the three Gamesters. He must excuse me. As you love me, goe, sir. Have no suspition that I wish your absence, I'le weare your gift, and study to be thankfull. Well, ther's no great hurt in all this yet; The Tides not strong against me, no talke now, Of wives consent, i'le not remove my seige, Shee'le studie to be thankefull, shee's mine owne, As sure as I were in her maiden-head, Now to the Taverne boy, and drinke to the purpose. More wine, is not this better gentlemen, Then spitting Constables? you wod have fought now, And had your braine-pannes open'd Right noble Hazard, Heer's to thee. Let come boy, fill it me steeple-high, I am in vaine of mirth, and I ha cause As you shall see in due time gentlemen. Master Little stocke thou art dreaming o'th Dice. Hee's melancholie. Who I! I'le play the farrier then, and drench thee for the sullens▪ a health to all our Mistresses, we have had 'em single, letts shuffle 'em now together. Master Acre-lesse. Wilt please you Gentlemen to have a Song. You have not washt to day, go get cleane manners; You raskall we have no wenches. I see no bodie, sir, you have wash'd my eyes out. It is not necessarie thou should'st have any: Fill mee agen. This fellow wod ha t'other Cup. I have had a Cup too much alreadie gentlemen. Let it goe round, and then in hope you may Looke double, i'le shew you a sight, I wonder Jacke wilding Stayes. Hee's come i'th nicke. Save, save you gallants, may a man come i'th reere? Give him his garnish. Y'are not Prisoners for the reckning, I hope. For the reckning? now y'are altogether gentlemen, I'le shew you a wonder▪ but come not to neere, Keepe out o'th Circle, whatsoever you thinke on't, This is a hundred pound, nay, not so close, These Picturs do shew best at distance, gentlemen. You see it, presto— Nay lett's see't agen. Like to your cunning jugler, I ne're shew My tricke but once you may heare more hereafter, What thinke you of this Master Acre-lesse, Master Little-stocke, And Master Sell-away? We do not beleeve 'tis gold, Perish then In your infidelitie. Let me but touch it.