Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c typicality 0.80 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
I would ha' thee ride boy, I must to the Gamester Farewell, remember not to speak a word, but Kiss and embrace thy belly full. If I do not, The punishment of an Eunuch light upon me. How now Will, thou look'st desperately this morning. Didst sleep well tonight? Yes, 'tis very like I went to sleep; but such a bedfellow! What ails she; was she dull? Do not inquire But curse yourself till noon, I am charitable I do not bid thee hang thyself, and yet I have cause to thank thee, I would not have lost The turn, for all the money I won last night Jack, Such a delicious theft. I think so. I found it so and dare make my affidavit. Thou didst not see her? Nor speak to her, to what purpose. she was so handsome i'th' dark, you know My meaning, had been pity any light Or voice should interrupt us. Now do I Grow melancholy. If thou dost envy me There is some reason for't, thou dost imagine I have had pleasure in my days, but never, Never, so sweet a skirmish, how like joy She grew to my embraces, not a kiss But had Elysium in't. I was a rascal. If thou didst know but half so much as I Or couldst imagine it, thou wouldst acknowledge thyself worse then a rascal on Record. I have not words to express, how soft, how bounteous How every thing a man with full desires Could wish a Lady, do not question me Further; 'tis too much happiness to remember I am sorry I have said so much. Was not I cursed To lose my money, and such delicate sport? But that I love thee well shouldst ne'er enjoy her. Why? I would almost cut thy throat. You would not. But take her, and if thou partest with her, one night more for less than both the Indies thou'lt lose by her, she has paid me for my service, I ask nothing else. If she be such a precious armful Will I think you may be satisfied. Take heed, And understand thyself a little better: I think you may be satisfied with what? A handsome wench 'tis heresy recant it I never shall be satisfied. You do not purpose. Purpose a new encounter. For thy sake 'tis possible I may not, I would have My game kept for me; what I have done Was upon your entreaty, if you have The like occasion hereafter I Should have a hard heart to deny thee Jack. Thou hast fired my blood, that I could call back time, And be possessed of what my indiscretion Gave up to thy enjoying, but I am comforted, She thinks 'twas I, and we hereafter may Be free in our delights: now, sir, the news With you? My mistress did command my diligence To find you out and pray you come to speak with her. When I am at leisure. 'tis of consequence, She says, and much concerns you.
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I wod ha thee ride boy, I must to the Gamester Farewell, remember not to speake a word, but Kisse and embrace thy belly full. If I do not, The punishment of an Eunuch light upon me. How now Will, thou lookst desperatly this morning. Didst sleepe well to night? Yes, 'tis very like I went to sleepe; but such a bed-fellow! What ailes she; was she dull? Do not enquire But curse your selfe till noone, I am charitable I do not bid thee hange thy selfe, and yet I have cause to thanke thee, I would not have lost The turne, for all the monie I wonne last night Jacke, Such a delicious thieft. I thinke so. I found it so and dare make my affidavit. Thou didst not see her? Nor speake to her, to what purpose. Shee was so handsome i'th darke, you know My meaning, had beene pittie any light Or voyce should interrupt us. Now doe I Grow melancholy. If thou do'st envie mee There is some reason for't, thou do'st imagine I have had pleasure in my dayes, but never, Never, so sweete a skirmish, how like joy Shee grew to my embraces, not a kisse But had Elisium in't. I was a rascall. If thou didst know but halfe so much as I Or couldst imagine it, thou wouldst acknowledge Thy selfe worse then a rascall on Record. I have not words to expresse, how soft, how bountious How everie thing a man with full desires Could wish a Lady, do not question mee Further; tis too much happines to remember I am sorry I have said so much. Was not I curst To loose my monie, and such delicate sport? But that I love thee well shud'st nere injoy her. Why? I would almost cut thy throate. You wod not. But take her, and if thou part'st with her, one night more for lesse then both the Indies thou't loose by her, shee has paid me for my service, I aske nothing else. If she be such aprecious armefull Will I thinke you may be satisfied. Take heede, And understand thy selfe a little better: I thinke you may be satisfied with what? A handsome wench 'tis heresie recant it I never shall be satisfied. You do not purpose. Purpose a new incounter. For thy sake Tis possible I may not, I would have My game kept for me; what I have done Was upon your entreatie, if you have The like occasion hereafter I Should have a hard heart to deny thee Jacke. Thou hast fir'd my blood, that I could call backe time, And be possest of what my indiscretion Gave up to thy enjoying, but I am comforted, She thinks 'twas I, and we hereafter may Be free in our delights: now, sir, the newes With you? My mistresse did command my diligence To find you out and pray you come to speake with her. When I am at leasure. Tis of consequence, Shee sayes, and much concernes you.