Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 502 words
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Oh may it prove. Thus we depart Lady. Where meet, it is decreed above. Nurse? Madam? Are the shoemakers gone that brought my Shoes? I know not Madam; shall I see? My shoe wrings me so it goes to the heart of me. Marry the Gods forbid Lady. How? does the Gods forbid to Marry wench? I hope not Madam, I should be sorry they should. For the hopes that I have yet as old as I am, Shall I go call your Shoemaker? Prithee do, but stay a little; A little stay may make me look too late. Thou sayst true, call 'em then, yet hark, 'twere as good not, The fault cannot be mended now: But you may let him know his fault, And he'll mend it another time. I thou sayst true in that, do, hark are thou goest. Venus bless us, what cross measures are in your head! How's that, you'll not control your Princes will ye? Is it not stately to be Fantastical, go call the Shoemaker yet you shall not neither. e'en as you please, Madam, both either, or neither. You shall do all, go, yet answer to me first. Was this young Shoemaker ere here before? I think not Madam, 'tis some young Prentice Your old shoemaker of Feversham hath got. Wast not a pretty youth? I have seen a worse face in better clothes. He drew my shoes on finely, quietly. He would do well if he knew the true length Of your foot Madam. 'tis that he wants, he must know it Call him again. I will: If you doubt call me back. The length of my foot, a pretty figure If he be a good Anatomist, he may by one quantity Guess at another, and in the end take the whole Body's length Ha, some strange fantasies are crept within me, I'm not Acquainted with, 'tis a pretty youth if I may credit my Judgement at the first sight, and what's that to me, and Why not to me as well as to another: I am alone, and why Should I fear to tell myself my thoughts, I could love him, This tastes well of my tongue; Oh, but the coarseness of his condition Offends my stomach, when I should digest it, some Sectarist Now to screw and wrest a Text from his native sense, would Helpe me well in this, what am I, a woman, whats he a men▪ Where's the inequality? my blood Royal, his perhaps ignoble, Whence springs that fount that runs all Royalty, 'tis the Sea itself, the lesser Rivulets and running Brooks are those of Common sense, yet all do mix and run in one another, What are Titles, Honours bestowed ad Regis placitum, should My Father make that shoemaker a Lord, then were he Noble, Yet where's his blood refine, tush tush, greatness is like a Glistering stone, more precious in the esteem than in the virtue: So, I am well called out of my contemplation.
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Oh may it prove. Thus wee depart Lady. Where meete, it is decreed above. Nurse? Madam? Are the shoo-makers gone that brought my Shopes? I know not Madam; shall I see? My shooe wrings me so it goes to the heart of me. Marry the Gods forbid Lady. How? does the Gods forbid to Marry wench? I hope not Madam, I should be sorry they should. For the hopes that I have yet as old as I am, Shall I goe call your Shoo-maker? Prehee doe, but stay a little; A little stay may make me looke too late. Thou sai'st true, call 'em then, yet harke, 'twere as good not, The fault cannot be mended now: But you may let him know his fault, And heele mend it another time. I thou saist true in that, doe, harke are thou goest. Venus blesse us, what crosse measures are in your head! How's that, youle not controule your Princes will yee? Is it not stately to be Phantasticall, goe call the Shoo-maker yet you shall not neither. Ene as you please, Madam, both either, or neither. You shall doe all, goe, yet answer to me first. Was this young Shoo-maker ere here before? I thinke not Madam, tis some young Prentice Your old shoo-maker of Feversham hath got. Wast not a pretty youth? I have seene a worse face in better cloathes. He drew my shooes on finely, quietly. He would doe well if he knew the true length Of your foot Madam. Tis that he wants, he must know it Call him agen. I will: If you doubt call me backe. The length of my foot, a pretty figure If he be a good Anatomist, he may by one quantity Guesse at another, and in the end take the whole bodies length Ha, some strange fantasies are crept within me, I'me not Acquainted with, tis a pretty youth if I may credit my Judgement at the first sight, and whats that to me, and Why not to me as well as to another: I am alone, and why Should I feare to tell my selfe my thoughts, I could love him, This tasts well of my tongue; Oh, but the coursenes of his condition Offends my stomacke, when I should disgest it, some Sectarist Now to scrwe and wrest a Text from his native sence, would Helpe me well in this, what am I, a woman, whats he a men▪ Where's the inequality? my bloud Royall, his perhaps ignoble, Whence springs that fount that runs all Royalty, tis the Sea It selfe, the lesser Rivolets and running Brookes are those of Common sence, yet all doe mixe and run in one another, What are Titles, Honors bestow'd ad Regis placitum, should My Father make that shoo-maker a Lord, then were he Noble, Yet where's his bloud refine, tush tush, greatnesse is like a Glistering stone, more pretious in the esteeme than in the vertue: So, I am well cald out of my contemplation.