Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
That would be no addition to Your blood. I think it would not, so my Lord told me, Thou know'st my Lord, not the Earl, my other cousin, there's a spark his predecessors Have matched into the blood, you understand He put me upon this Lady, I proclaim No hopes, pray let's together Gentlemen; If she be wise, I say no more, she sha'not Cost me a sigh, nor shall her love engage me To draw a sword, I ha' vowed that. You did but jest before. 'twere pity that one drop Of your Heroic blood should fall toth' ground, Who knows but all your cousin Lords may die. As I believe them not immortal sir. Then you are gulf of honour swallow all, May marry some Queen yourself, and get Princes To furnish the barren parts of Christendom. Sir Marmaduke in private? my Lady would Speak with you. 'tis her servant, what's the matter? I hope he is not sent for. But come alone, I shall be troubled With their inquiries, but I'll answer 'em. Solomon? My Lady would speak with you sir. Me? Not too loud, I was troubled with Sr. Marmaduke. This is good news. I do not like this whispering, Forget not the time, and to come alone. This is excellent. Solomon, dost not know me? My business is to you sir, these Kept me off, my Lady Lucina Has a great mind to speak with you, Little do these imagine how she honours me. If I fail, may the Surgeon When he opens the next vein, let out all my honourable blood, There's for thy pains, what thou shalt be hereafter Time shall declare, but this must be concealed. You look pleasant. No, no I have no cause, you smile Sr. Ambrose. Who I? the colonel. But of our file, another of her suitors. Noble colonel. My honoured Knights, and men of lusty kindred. Good morrow. Morrow to all Gentlemen, I'll tell you Who is returned? From whence. A friend of ours that went to travel. Who, who? I saw him within these three minutes, and know not how I Lost him again, he's not far off, d'ee keep a Catalogue Of your debts. What debts? Such dulness in your memory, there was About six months ago a Gentleman That was persuaded to sell all his land, And to put the money out most wisely, To have for one at his return from Venice, The shotten Herring, is hard by. Jack Freshwater, I'll not see him yet. Must we pay him? It will be for your honour, marry we Without much stain, may happily compound, And pay him nothing. Here comes the thing With what formality he treads, and talks, And manageth a toothpick like a Statesman. How he's transformed? Is not his soul Italian? I'll not bid him welcome home. Nor I. What's the other Rat that's with him? D'ee not know him, 'tis the Court dancing weasel.
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That would be no addition to Your blood. I thinke it would not, so my Lord told me, Thou know'st my Lord, not the Earle, my tother Cozen, theres a sparke his predecessors Have match'd into the blood, you understand He put me upon this Lady, I proclaime No hopes, pray lets together Gentlemen; If she be wise, I say no more, shee shanot Cost me a sigh, nor shall her love engage me To draw a sword, I ha vow'd that. You did but jest before. Twere pitty that one drop Of your Heroicke blood should fall toth' ground, Who knowes but all your cozen Lords may die. As I beleeve them not immortall sir. Then you are gulfe of honour swallow all, May marry some Queene your selfe, and get Princes To furnish the barren parts of Christendome. Sir Marmaduke in private? my Lady wod Speake with you. Tis her servant, whats the matter? I hope he is not sent for. But come alone, I shall be troubled With their inquiries, but Ile answer 'em. Solomon? My Lady would speake with you sir. Mee? Not too loude, I was troubled with Sr. Marmaduke. This is good newes. I doe not like this whispering, Forget not the time, and to come alone. This is excellent. Solomon, dost not know me? My businesse is to you sir, these Kept me off, my Lady Lucina Has a great minde to speake with you, Little doe these imagine how she honours me. If I faile, may the Surgeon When he opens the next veine, let out all my honorable blood, There's for thy paines, what thou shalt be hereafter Time shall declare, but this must be conceal'd. You looke pleasant. No, no I have no cause, you smile Sr. Ambrose. Who I? the Coronell. But of our file, another of her suitors. Noble Coronell. My honored Knights, and men of lustie kindred. Good morrow. Morrow to all Gentlemen, Ile tell you Who is return'd? From whence. A friend of ours that went to travell. Who, who? I saw him within these three minuts, and know not how I Lost him agen, he's not farre off, dee keepe a Catalogue Of your debts. What debts? Such dulnesse in your memory, there was About sixe moneths ago a Gentleman That was perswaded to sell all his land, And to put the money out most wisely, To have for one at his returne from Venice, The shotten Herring, is hard by. Iacke Freshwater, Ile not see him yet. Must we pay him? It will be for your honour, marry wee Without much staine, may happily compound, And pay him nothing. Here comes the thing With what formalitie he treades, and talkes, And manageth a toothpicke like a Statesman. How hee's transform'd? Is not his soule Italian? Ile not bid him welcome home. Nor I. Whats the tother Rat thats with him? Dee not know him, tis the Court dancing Weesill.