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 T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 495 words
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I'll tell thee a hundred. Take heed what you say, sir. A hundred honest men, why if there were So many i'th' City, 'twere enough to forfeit Their Charter; but perhaps you live in the Suburbs. This wench will jeer me. I hope you are not one, sir. One of what? One of those honest men you talked of so, One to whose trust, a Virgin might commit A maidenhead, as you call it. Yes, you may trust me, I have possessed a hundred maidenheads. How long? Nay, nay; they are no commodities to keep, No fault of ours: truth is, theyare not worth Preserving, some of your own Sex acknowledge it, And yet by your complexion, you have yours still, Away with't, and in time. Why you are modest. gave hit me Lady: come, i'll give thee counsel; And more, i'll help thee to a chapman too, Besides whate'er he pays for't, shall be at charge To mould it of himself; how light thou'lt be Without thy maidenhead, dost not spoil thy sleep And breed the nightmare? Who can help it, you Gentlemen are such strange creatures, so unnatural, So infinitely chaste, so mortified With Beef and Barleywater, such strange discipline, And Haircloth. Who wears Haircloth? gentlewoman? Such severe ways to tame your flesh, such friends To fry-dayes, Lent, and Ember-weeks; such enemies To Sack, and marrow-Pies, Candles, and Crabs, Fiddlers, and other warm restoratives, A handsome woman can not reach your pity, We may e'en grow to our Pillows, ere you'll comfort us; this was not wont. Not wont to be, in my Remembrance Lady. You are a handsome gentleman Why may not you drink Wine sometimes, or eat Sturgeon, or forage in your lusty-pie Of artichoke, or Potato; or why may not Your learned Physician Dictate ambergris, Or Powders, and you obey him, in your Broths? Have you so strange antipathy to women? To what end will gentlemen Come to, if this frost hold? You are witty; But I suppose you have no cause of such Complaint, however some men do want heat, Their is no general winter; I know a gentleman Can drink, and eat, and bear you company a-bed, for all your jeering: do not think 'tis I: thou shall recant this profane talk And woo me for a kiss, ere i'll stoop to thee. Here's none but friends, if Master wilding ha' not Told you already, I will justify 'tis possible, you may be got with Child. By whom? By him, you are but cousins afar off, If you allow't, he need not travel far For other dispensation, what say to him? Was this at his entreaty? My own mere motion And good will toward him, cause I know his mind. You are a fine gentleman, where's your land? You may be Knight o'th' Shire in time: farewell, sir. I know not what to make on her, she may be A tumbler, for all this, i'll to her again.
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I'le tell thee a hundred. Take heede what you saie, sir. A hundred honest men, why if there were So many i'th City, 'twere enough to forfeit Their Charter; but perhaps you live in the Suburbs. This wench will jeere me. I hope you are not one, sir. One of what? One of those honest men you talk'd of so, One to whose trust, a Virgin might commit A maiden-head, as you call it. Yes, you may trust me, I have possest a hundred maiden-heads. How long? Nay, nay; they are no commodities to keepe, Noe fault of ours: truth is, th'are not worth Preserving, some of your owne Sex acknowledge it, And yet by your complexion, you have yours still, Away with't, and in time. Why you are modest. Yave hit me Lady: come, i'le give thee counsell; And more, i'le helpe thee to a chap-man too, Besides what ere he paies for't, shall be at charge To mold it of himselfe; how light thou 'lt be Without thy maiden-head, dost not spoile thy sleepe And breede the night-mare? Who can helpe it, you Gentlemen are such strange creatures, so unnaturall, So infinitilie chast, so mortified With Beefe and Barly-water, such strange discipline, And Haire-cloth. Who weares Haire-cloth? gentlewoman? Such severe waies to tame your flesh, such friends To fry-dayes, Lent, and Ember-weekes; such enemies To Sacke, and marrow-Pies, Candles, and Crabs, Fidlers, and other warme restoratives, A handsome woman can not reach your pity, We may e'en grow to our Pillowes, ere you'le comfort us; this was not wont. Not wont to be, in my Remembrance Ladie. You are a handsome gentleman Why may not you drinke Wine sometimes, or eate Sturgion, or forrage in your Iustie-pie Of Aartichoke, or Potato; or why may not Your learned Physition Dictate amber-Greece, Or Powders, and you obey him, in your Brothes? Have you so strange antipathy to women? To what end will gentlemen Come to, if this frost hold? You are wittie▪ But I suppose you have no cause of such Complaint, how ever some men do want heat, Their is no generall winter; I know a gentleman Can drinke, and eate, and beare you companie A bed, for all your jeering: do not thinke Tis I: thou shall recant this prophane talke And wooe me for a kisse, ere i'le stoope to thee. Heres none but friends, if Master wilding ha not Told you alreadie, I will justifie Tis possible, you may be got with Child. By whom? By him, you are but cozens a farre off, If you allow't, he neede not travell farre For other dispensation, what say to him? Was this at his entreatie? My owne meere motion And good will toward him, cause I know his minde. You are a fine gentleman, wher's your land? You may be Knight o'th Shire in time: farrewell, sir. I know not what to make on her, she may be A tumbler, for all this, i'le to her agen.