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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
I am justly punished now for all my tricks, And pride o'th' flesh, I had ambition To make men cuckolds, now the devil has paid me, Paid me i'th' same coin, and i'll compare My forehead with the broadest of my neighbours: But ere it spreads too monstrous, I must have Some plot upon this Hazard, he supposes He has enjoyed Penelope, and my trick To drive the opinion home, to get him marry her And make her satisfaction: the wench Has oft commended him, he may be won to't, I never meant to part with all her portion, Perhaps he'll thank me for the moiety. And this disposed on she's conjured to silence. It must be so. Jack Wilding how is't man? How goes the Plough at home? what says the Lady Guinever that was humbled in your absence? You have the credit with her, all the glory Of my night's work; does she not hide her eyes, And blush, and cry you are a fine gentleman. Turn a toside, or drop a handkercher, And stoop, and take occasion to leer, And laugh upon thee? Nothing less, I know not What thou'st done to her, but she's very sad. Sad; i'll be hanged then. Thou must imagine I did the best to comfort her. she's melancholy For my absence man, i'll keep her company Again tonight. she thinks 'twas I enjoyed her. Let her think whom she will, so we may couple. And nothing now but sighs, and cries I have Undone her. she's a fool, I hurt her not, She cried not out I am sure, and for my body I defy the College of Physicians: Let a jury of Virgins search me. To be plain, Although she has no thought but I was her bedfellow, You are the only argument of her sadness. How can that be? When I had merrily Excused what had been done, she fetched a sight, And with some tears revealed her love to you, That she had loved you long, but by this act Of mine, d''ee mark, she was become unworthy To hope for so good fortune, I cannot tell, But she is strangely passionate. For me? For you, but thou art soft and tender-hearted, And in that confidence I did forbear To tell her who had done the deed. You did so: 'Twas wisely done, now I collect myself, She has sometime smiled upon me. Nay believe it She is taken with thee above all the World. And yet she was content you should 'Bove all the World. But 'twas your better fate To be the man, it was her destiny To have the right performance, thou art a gentleman, And canst not but consider the poor gentlewoman. What wod'st ha' me do? Make her amends, and marry her. Marry a strumpet? You had first possession, And thou'st been married earlier couldst but had Her maidenhead, besides nobody knows but we ourselves. Be not abused I had No maiden head.
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I am justly punish'd now for all my tricks, And pride o'th flesh, I had ambition To make men cuckolds, now the divell has paid me, Paid me i'th same coine, and i'le compare My forehead with the broadest of my neighbors: But ere it spreads too monstrous, I must have Some plot upon this Hazard, he supposes He has enjoy'd Penelope, and my tricke To drive the opinion home, to get him marrie her And make her satisfaction: the wench Has oft commended him, he may be wonne too't, I never meant to part with all her portion, Perhaps heele thanke me for the moytie. And this dispos'd on shee's conjur'd to silence. It must bee so. Jacke Wilding how ist man? How goes the Plough at home? what sayes the Lady Guinever that was humbled in your absence? You have the credit with her, all the glorie Of my nights worke; does shee not hide her eyes, And blush, and cry you are a fine gentleman. Turne a toside, or drop a handkercher, And stoope, and take occasion to leere, And laugh upon thee? Nothing lesse, I know not What tha'st done to her, but shees very sad. Sad; i'le be hang'd then. Thou must imagine I did the best to comfort her▪ Shee's melancholy For my absence man, i'le keepe her company Agen to night. Shee thinks 'twas I enjoy'd her. Let her thinke whom she will, so we may couple. And nothing now but sighes, and cries I have Undone her. Shee's a foole, I hurt her not, Shee cried not out I am sure, and for my body I defie the Colledge of Physitions: Let a jurie of Virgins search me. To be plaine, Although shee has no thought but I was her bed-fellow, You are the only argument of her sadnes. How can that be? When I had merrilie Excus'd what had beene done, she fetch'd a sight, And with some teares reveal'd her love to you, That she had lov'd you long, but by this act Of mine, d'ee marke, she was become unworthie To hope for so good fortune, I cannot tell, But she is strangelie passionate. For me? For you, but tho art soft and tender-hearted, And in that confidence I did forbeare To tell her who had done the deede. You did so: 'Twas wiselie done▪ now I collect my selfe, Shee has sometime smil'd upon mee. Nay beleeve it Shee is taken with thee above all the World. And yet shee was content you should 'Bove all the World. But 'twas your better fate To be the man, it was her destiny To have the right performance, thou art a gentleman▪ And canst not but consider the poore gentlewoman. What wod'st ha me doe? Make her amends, and marrie her. Marrie a strumpet? You had first possession, And thao'st beene married earlier could'st but had Her maiden-head, besides no bodie knowes but we our selves. Bee not abus'd I had No maiden head.