Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 480 words
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I will trim him and tram him. Nay she may do well enough for one. One, ten, a hundred, a thousand; ten thousand: do beyond Arithmetic Spadone, I speak it with some passion, I am a notorious Cuckold. Gross and ridiculous,— look ye, point blank I dare not swear that this same mountebanking new-come foist, is at least a procurer in the business; if not a pretender himself: but I think what I think. He, Troylo, Livio, the Page, that hole-creeping Page; all horn me sirrah; I'll forgive thee from my heart: Dost not thou drive a trade too in my bottom. A likely matter, 'las I'm Metamorphosed I, be patient you'll mar all else. Ha ha ha ha. Now, now, now, now, the games rampant, rampant. Leave your wild fegaries, and learn to be a tame Antic, or I'll observe no longer. Ha ha ha ha. You are extremely busy signior. Courtly, Without a fellow. Have a stabbing wit. But are you always, when you press on Ladies Of mild and easy nature, so much satire; So tart and keen as we do taste ye now? It argues a lean brain. Gip to your beauties, You would be fair forsooth, you would be Monsters; Fair Women are such, Monsters to be seen Are rare, and so are they. Bear with him Ladies. He is a foul-mouthed man. Whore, bitch— Fox, treedle— fa la la la— How's that my Cat a Mountain? Hold her there Boy. Were you ere in love fine Signior? Yes for sport's sake; But soon forgot it. He that rides a gallop Is quickly weary. I esteem of Love As of a man in some huge place; it puzzles Reason, distracts the freedom of the soul; Renders a wise man fool, and a fool wise In's own conceit, not else it yields effects Of pleasure travail, bitter, sweet; war, peace; Thorns, roses; prayers, curses; longings, surfeits; Despair, and then a rope: oh my trim lover, Yes, I have loved a score at once. Out stallion, as I am a man and no man, the Baboon lies I dare swear abominably. Inhumanly,— keep your bow close, vixen. Beshrew your fingers if you be in earnest: You pinch too hard, go to, I'll pare your nails for't. She means your horns, there's a bob for you. spruce Signior, if a man may love so many, Why may not a fair Lady have like privilege Of several servants? Answer that, the reason Holds the same weight. Marry and so it does, Though he would spit his gall out. Mark that Secco. d'ye pump for a reply? The learned differ In that point; grand and famous Scholars often Have argued pro and con, and left it doubtful; Volumes have been writ on't. If then great Clerks Suspend their resolutions, 'tis a modesty For me to silence mine. Dull and phlegmatic.
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I will trim him and tram him. Nay she may doe well enoughs for one. One, ten, a hundred, a thousand; ten thousand: doe beyond Arithmetick Spadone, I speake it with some passion, I am a notorious Cuckold. Grosse and ridiculous,—look ye, point blanck I dare not sweare that this same Mountbancking newcome foyst, is at least a procurer in the businesse; if not a pretender himselfe: but I thinke what I thinke. Hee, Troylo, Livio, the Page, that hole-creeping Page; all horne me sirrah; Ile forgive thee from my heart: Dost not thou drive a trade too in my bottome. A likely matter, 'las I'm Metamorphosed I, be patient you'l marre all else. Ha ha ha ha. Now, now, now, now, the games rampant, rampant. Leave your wild fegaries, and learne to be a tame Antick, or Ile observe no longer. Ha ha ha ha. You are extremely busie signior. Courtlie, Without a fellow. Have a stabbing wit. But are you alwaies, whenyou presse on Ladies Of mild and easie nature, so much satyre; So tart and keen as we doe taste ye now? It argues a leane braine. Gip to your beauties, You would be faire forsooth, you would be Monsters; Faire Women are such, Monsters to bee seen Are rare, and so are they. Beare with him Ladies. He is a foule-mouth'd man. Whore, bitch—Fox, treedle—fa la la la— How's that my Cat a Mountaine? Hold her there Boy. Were you ere in love fine Signior? Yes for sports sake; But soone forgot it. He that rides a gallop Is quickly weary. I esteem of Love As of a man in some huge place; it puzzles Reason, distracts the freedome of the soule; Renders a wise man foole, and a foole wise In's owne conceit, not else it yeelds effects Of pleasure travaile, bitter, sweet; warre, peace; Thornes, roses; prayers, curses; longings, surfets; Despaire, and then a rope: oh my trim lover, Yes, I have loved a score at once. Out stallion, as I am a man and no man, the Baboon lies I dare sweare abominably. Inhumanly,—keepe your bow close, vixen. Beshrew your fingers if you be in earnest: You pinch too hard, go to, Ile pare your nailes for't. She meanes your hornes, there's a bob for you. Spruice Signior, if a man may love so many, Why may not a faire Lady have like priviledge Of several servants? Answer that, the reason Holds the same weight. Marry and so it does, Tho he would spit his gall out. Marke that Secc0. De'e pumpe for a reply? The learned differ In that point; grand and famous Schollers often Have argued pro and con, and left it doubtfull; Volumes have been writ on't. If then great Clerkes Suspend their resolutions, 'tis a modestie For me to silence mine. Dull and phlegmatick.