The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 17 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.85 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Art thou sure 'twas he? I am Madam, does your grace incline, I see a Prince is too high a personage and spoils a Comedy, shall not our Play go on? We have had too much on't. Nay, Madam, take us along with you, we cannot maintain the Stage without our parts. Madam, a little of your company I beseech you. My Lord Aratus, save you. A good salutation for a fair Lady whose beauty's so destructive. Your Lordship's very conceited, on my conference 'tis the first left hath been made on that poor saying this thousand years. What do you look at? do you want a servant? Bless me, my Lord, what pale man have you got there? Why pray? because he's black; the sitter for a Lady. For a Lady? I never saw such a devil's playfellow. he's white within, all snow and milk. They are put into an ink-bottle. What, would you have one that spends more milk about his face than he sucked in his childhood, that dresses himself in gloves as if one part were too good to do service for the other, and dares not show his hands for shaming of his Mistress, nor commend hers because his own are whiter, and when he is a-bed, none can distinguish whether he be the husband, nor hardly she herself. This is one neglects his outside beyond a common cleanness, and bestows that care upon his mind, there wastes his four hours of dressing, and what the other doth exceed in spruceness he'll make good in service, pay respects unto his Lady's person, and not unto her muff, and if at any time danger do approach her, fearless he dares beat it back, or make it welcome by his noble fall, himself in presence guards her, and his memory in his absence. Come, pray spoil not his hopes among the Ladies he's a young Courtier and wants a Mistress. I am turned when I hear reason. I beseech, my Lord, let me be she. I thought 'twould come to this, you make the furthest way about, the nighest to your ends, love by discommending, pray let him salute you then. Not unless you'll stand by me. Well, I warrant you; my friend? My Lord? Pray draw near, here's a fair Lady gladly would salute you, now you are at Court you must lay by your warlike thoughts, and plot how you shall overcome in compliment and conquer in civility. My Lord, I shall be ashamed to pretend so much unto the Soldier, as to make myself uncapable of so great an honour this Lady does me by her fair salutation, though I am unworthy, I can be proud to be her Servant. What think you? I know not what to think of so much wonder, what rarities shall I be mistress of, and none envy me.
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Art thou sure 'twas he? I am Madam, does your grace incline, I see a Prince is too high a personage and spoiles a Commedy, shall not our Play goe on? We have had too much on't. Nay, Madam, take us along with you, we cannot maintaine the Stage without our partes. Madam, a litle of your company I beseech you. My Lord Aratus, save you. A good salutation for a faire Lady whose beauties so distructive. Your Lordship's very conceited, on my conference tis the first left hath beene made on that poore saying this thousand yeares. What doe you looke at? doe you want a servant? Blesse me, my Lord, what pale man have you got there? Why pray? because hee's blacke; the sitter for a Lady. For a Lady? I never saw such a Devills play-fellow. Hee's white within, all snow and milke. They are put into an inke-bottle. What, would you have one that spends more milke about his face than he suckt in his childhood, that dresses himselfe in gloves as if one part were too good to doe service for the other, and dares not shew his hands for shaming of his Mistris, nor commend hers because his owne are whiter, and when he is a bed, none can distinguish whether hee be the husband, nor hardly shee herselfe. This is one neglects his outside beyond a common cleannesse, and bestowes that care upon his minde, there wasts his foure houres of dressing, and what the other doth exceede in sprucenes hee'l make good in service, pay respects unto his Ladies person, and not unto her muffe, and if at any time danger doe approach her, fearelesse he dares beat it backe, or make it welcome by his noble fall, himselfe in presence guards her, and his memory in his absence. Come, pray spoile not his hopes among the Ladies hee's a young Courtier and wants a Mistris. I am turn'd when I heare reason. I beseech, my Lord, let me be she. I thought 'twould come to this, you make the furthest way about, the nighest to your ends, love by discommending, pray let him salute you then. Not unlesse youle▪ stand by me. Well, I warrant you; my friend? My Lord? Pray draw neere, heeres a faire Lady gladly would salute you, now you are at Court you must lay by your warlike thoughts, and plot how you shall overcome in complement and conquer in civility. My Lord, I shall bee a sham'd to pretend so much unto the Soldier, as to make my selfe uncapable of so great an honour this Lady does mee by her faire salutation, though I am unworthy, I can be proud to be her Servant. What thinke you? I know not what to thinke of so much wonder, what rarities shall I be mistris of, and none envy me.