Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.73 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Our Sow ne'er washes, yet she has a face Me thinks as cleanly, Madam, as yours is▪ If you durst wear your own. Madame Superbia▪ youare studying the Lady's library, The Looking-glass; 'tis well! so great a beauty Must have her ornaments— Nature adorns The Peacock's tail with stars; 'tis she attires The Bird of Paradise in all her plumes; She decks the fields with various flowers; 'tis she Spangled the Heavens with all those glorious lights; She spotted th'Ermine's skin; and armed the fish In silver male: But man she sent forth naked Not that he should remain so, but that he Endued with reason should adorn himself With every one of these. The silkworm is Only man's spinster, else we might suspect That she esteemed the painted Butterfly Above her masterpiece: you are the Image Of that bright Goddess: therefore wear the jewels Of all the East; let the red sea be ransacked To make you glitter, look on Luparus Your Husband there, and see how in a sloven All the best characters of Divinity, Not yet worn out in man, are lost and buried. I see it to my grief, pray counsel him. This vanity, in your nice Lady's humours Of being so curious in her toys, and dresses, Makes me suspicious of her honesty. These Cobweb-lawnes catch spider's sir, believe it▪ You know that clothes do not commend the man, But 'tis the living; though this age prefer A cloak of Plush, before a brain of art. You understand what misery 'tis to have No worth but that we owe the dra●…er for; No doubt you spend the time your Lady loses In tricking up her body, to clothe the soul. To clothe the soul? must the soul too be clothed? I protest sir, I had rather have no soul Then be tormented with the clothing of it. To these enter the extremes of modesty, a neer●… kinswoman of the virtues, Anaiskinthia or Impudence, a bawd; and Kataplectus an over bashful Scholar▪ where our Author hopes the women will pardon him, if of four and twenty vices he presents but two (Pride and Impudence) of their sex. Here comes Anaiskintia too;— O fates! Acolastus, and Asotus have sent for me, And my breath not perfumed yet! Kat. O sweetmother, Are the Gentlemen there already? Come away, Are you not ashamed to be so bashful? well, If I had thought of this in time, I would As soon have seen you fairly hanged as sent you To ' th' University. What gentleman is that? A shamefast Scholar Madam▪— look upon her, Speak to her, or you lose your exhibition: You'll speak I hope, wear not away your buttons▪ What should I say? Why tell her you are glad To see her Ladyship in health— nay out with it! Katap.— Gaudeo te bone valere— A pretty Proficient! What standing is he of i'th' University? He dares not answer to that question Madam.— How long have you been in the Academy? Profecto Doo— Domina sum Bac— Bac— Bac●…halaureus Artium.
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Our Sow ne're washes, yet she has a face Me thinks as cleanly, Madam, as yours is▪ If you durst weare your own. Madame Superbia▪ You'are studying the Ladies library, The Looking-glasse; 'tis well! so great a beauty Must have her ornaments—Nature adornes The Peacocks taile with starres; 'tis shee attires The Bird of Paradise in all her plumes; She decks the fields with various flowres; 'tis shee Spangled the Heavens with all those glorious lights; She spotted th'Ermine's skin; and arm'd the fish In silver male: But man she sent forth naked Not that he should remaine so, but that he Indued with reason should adorne himselfe With every one of these. The silke-worme is Only mans spinster, else we might suspect That she esteem'd the painted Butterfly Above her master-piece: you are the Image Of that bright Goddesse: therefore weare the Iewels Of all the East; let the red sea be ransack'd To make you glitter, looke on Luparus Your Husband there, and see how in a sloven All the best characters of Divinity, Not yet worne out in man, are lost and buried. I see it to my griefe, pray counsell him. This vanity, in your nice Ladies humors Of being so curious in her toies, and dresses, Makes me suspitious of her honesty. These Cobweb-lawnes catch spiders sir, believe it▪ You know that clothes doe not commend the man, But 'tis the living; though this age preferre A cloake of Plush, before a braine of art. You understand what misery 'tis to have No worth but that we owe the draer for; No doubt you spend the time your Lady looses In tricking up her body, to cloth the soule. To cloth the soule? must the soule too be cloth'd? I protest sir, I had rather have no soule Then be tormented with the clothing of it. To these enter the extreames of modesty, a neer kinswoman of the vertues, Anaiskinthia or Impudence, a bawd; and Kataplectus an over bashfull Scholar▪ where our Author hopes the women will pardon him, if of foure and twenty vices he presents but two (Pride and Impudence) of their sexe. Here comes Anaiskintia too;—O fates! Acolastus, and Asotus have sent for mee, And my breath not perfum'd yet! Kat. O sweetmother, Are the Gentlemen there already? Come away, Are you not asham'd to be so bashfull? well, If I had thought of this in time, I would As soone have seene you fairely hang'd as sent you To' th' Vniversity. What gentleman is that? A shamefast Scholar Madam▪—looke upon her, Speake to her, or you loose your exhibition: —Youle speake I hope, weare not away your buttons▪ What should I say? Why tell her you are glad To see her Ladiship in health—nay out with it! Katap.—Gaudeo te bone valere— A pretty Proficient! What standing is he of i'th' Vniversity? He dares not answer to that question Madam.— How long have you bin in the Academy? Profecto Do—Domina sum Bac—Bac—Bachalaureus Artium.