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 0.86 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
Come pray, sir, be reconciled; he submits. I see thou hast something in thee of a Soldier, to no Purpose, and I will cherish it. Thou art a rascal in thy understanding, thou shalt excuse me, Turk, in honourable love: I remember thy great grandfather was hanged for robbing a Pedlar-woman of six yards of inkle, and thou mayst, (maugre the Herald) in a right line, challenge the gallows by his copy; mongrel of mongrel Hall. I am thy humble servant, and will cut the throat of any man that says thou hast either wit or honesty more than is fit for a gentleman. Command my sword, my lungs, my life, thou art a puff, a mulligrub, a Metaphysical Coxcomb, and I honour you with all my heart. I thank you noble ancient, and kind gentlemen. Come Dwindle, we'll go roar somewhere else. Was ever such an off? The boy hid hit his humour excellently. Here, cherish thy wit. Now shall I tell my mistress you'll come to her? How officious you are for your mistress, sirrah? What said she I came not home all night? Nothing to me; but my eyes ne'er beheld Her look more pleasantly. Now farewell Jack, I need not urge your secrecy Touching your mistress, I have mounted for you: Only i'll caution you, look when you meet That you perform your business handsomely. I ha' begun so well she may suspect else, And put thee out of service, if she do, You know your wages, I shall laugh at thee, And heartily; so farewell, farewell Jack. To say the truth I have showed myself a coxcomb. A pox a play that made me double looser. For aught I know, she may admit me never To such a turn again, and then I ha' punished myself ingeniously. My wife. My Mistress, sir. Keep you at distance, Penelope, and Leonora, she's as the boy reported something more Pleasant than ordinary. 'tis he good cousin, Pretend some business, offer at some wares, Or ask the Goldsmith what your Diamond's worth, Something to trifle time away, while I Speak with my husband a few words. she comes toward me. I can contain no longer, How d''ee sweetheart? Well, but a little melancholy. You look more sprightfully wife, something has pleased you. It has indeed, and if it be no stain To modesty, I would inquire how you Sped the last night. I lost my money. I do not mean that game. I am not betrayed I hope; do not mean that game? Y'are a fine gentleman. 'tis so, could she not keep her own counsel? And have behaved yourself most wittily, And I may say most wrongfully: this will be much for your honour, when 'tis known. What will be known? Do you not blush? oh fie. Is there no modesty in man? What riddle Have you got now? I won't yet seem conscious.
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Come pray, sir, be reconcil'd; he submits. I see thou hast something in thee of a Soldier, to no Purpose, and I will cherish it. Thou art a raskall in thy understanding, thou shat excuse me, Turke, in honorable love: I remember thy great grand-Father was hang'd for robbing a Pedler-woman of sixe yards of inckle, and thou mayst, (mauger the Herald) in a right line, challenge the gallowes by his copie; mongrell of mongrell Hall. I am thy humble servant, and will cut the throate of any man that sayes thou hast eyther wit or honesty more then is fit for a gentleman. Command my sword, my lungs, my life, thou art a puffe, a mulligrube, a Metaphysicall Coxcombe, and I honour you with all my hart. I thanke you noble ancient, and kinde gentlemen. Come Dwindle, wee'le go rore somewhere else. Was ever such an offe? The boy id hit his humour excellently. Here, cherish thy wit. Now shall I tell my mistresse you'le come to her? How officious you are for your mistresse, sirra? What said shee I came not home all night? Nothing to me; but my eyes ne're beheld Her looke more pleasantly. Now farewell Jacke, I neede not urge your secresie Touching your mistres, I have mounted for you: Only i'le caution you, looke when you meete That you performe your busines handsomely. I ha begun so well shee may suspect else, And put thee out of service, if shee doe, You know your wages▪ I shall laugh at thee, And hartilie; so farewell, farewell Jacke. To say the truth I have shewed my selfe a coxcombe. A pox a play that made me double looser. For ought I know, she may admit me never To such a turne agen, and then I ha punished My selfe ingeniouslie. My wife. My Mistresse, sir. Keepe you at distance, Penelope, and Leonora, Shee's as the boy reported something more Pleasant then ordinarie. Tis hee good cozen, Pretend some busines▪ offer at some wares, Or aske the Gold-smith what your Diamond's worth, Something to trifle time away, while I Speake with my husband a few words. Shee comes toward me. I can containe no longer, How d'ee sweete-hart? Well, but a little melancholy. You looke more sprightfully wife, something has pleas'd you. It has indeede, and if it be no staine To modestie, I would enquire how you Sped the last night. I lost my money. I doe not meane that game. I am not betrai'd I hope; do not meane that game? Y'are a fine gentleman. Tis so, could she not keepe her owne counsell? And have behav'd your selfe most wittilie, And I may say most wrongfully: this will Bee much for your honor, when 'tis knowne. What will be knowne? Do you not blush? oh fie. Is there no modestie in man? What riddle Have you got now? I wonot yet seeme conscious.