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 T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Honourable? why you cannot be so base As I would have you, that the world might say My marriage gave you somewhat. Say you so, Under the Rose, if that will do you a pleasure, The Lords do call me cosin, but I am. What? Suspected. How? Not to be lawful, I came in at the Wicket, Some call it the Window. Can you prove it. Say no more. Then I prefer you before all my suitors, Sr. Ambrose Lamount, and Sr. Marmaduke Travers are all mountebanks. What say to the colonel. A Lanse pre sado, how my joy transports me, But shall I trust to this, do not you flatter? Will not you fly from that, and be legitimate, When we are married, you men are too cunning With simple Ladies. Do but marry me, I'll bring the Midwife. Say no more, provide What you think necessary, and all shall be Dispatched. I guess your meaning, and thus seal My best devotion. Away now and present yourself. Oh Scutilla, hold me, I shall fall In pieces else, ha ha, ha. Beshrew me Madam, but I wonder At you, you wound him rarely up. Have not I choice of precious husbands? now and The colonel were here, the task Were over. Then you might go play, Madam the colonel. Is he come once more? withdraw, bid him march hither. Now is my turn Madam. youare welcome sir, I thought you would have gone, And not graced me so much as with a poor Salute at parting. Gone whither? To the wars. She jeers me already, no Lady I'm already Engaged to a siege at home, and till that service Be over, I inquire no new employments. For honour's sake what siege? A Citadel, That several forces are set down before, And all is entrenched. What Citadel? A woman. She cannot hold out long. Ostend was sooner taken then her for't Is like to be for any thing I perceive. Is she so well provided? Her provision May fail her, but she is devilish obstinate, She fears nor fire nor famine. What's her name? Lucina. Ha ha ha, alas poor colonel; If you'll take my advice remove your siege, A province will be sooner won in the Low countries, ha ha ha. Lady, you sent for me. 'twas but to tell you my opinion in this business, You'll sooner circumcise the Turks dominions, Then take this toy you talk off, I do know it, Farewell good Soldier, ha ha ha, and yet 'tis pity, Is there no stratagem, no trick, no undermine; If she be given so desperate, your body Had need to be well victualled, there's a city And suburbs in your belly, and you must Lay in betimes to prevent mutiny Among the small guts, which with wind of venge else Will break your guard of buttons, ha ha ha Come we'll laugh, and lie down in the next room Scutilla.
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Honourable? why you cannot be so base As I would have you, that the world might say My marriage gave you somewhat. Say you so, Vnder the Rose, if that will doe you a pleasure, The Lords doe call me cosin, but I am. What? Suspected. How? Not to be lawfull, I came in at the Wicket, Some call it the Window. Can you prove it. Say no more. Then I preferre you before all my suiters, Sr. Ambrose Lamount, and Sr. Marmaduke Travers are all Mountibankes. What say to the Coronell. A Lanse pre sado, how my joy transports me, But shall I trust to this, doe not you flatter? Will not you fly from that, and be legitimate, When we are married, you men are too cunning With simple Ladies. Doe but marry me, Ile bring the Midwife. Say no more, provide What you thinke necessary, and all shall be Dispatch'd. I guesse your meaning, and thus seale My best devotion. Away now and present your selfe. Oh Scutilla, hold me, I shall fall In peeces else, ha ha, ha. Beshrow me Madam, but I wonder At you, you woond him rarely up. Have not I choise of precious husbands? now and The Coronell were here, the taske Were over. Then you might goe play, Madam the Coronell. Is he come once more? withdraw, bid him march hither. Now is my turne Madam. Yare welcome sir, I thought you would have gone, And not grac'd me so much as with a poore Salute at parting. Gone whither? To the warres. She jeares me already, no Lady I'me already Engag'd to a siege at home, and till that service Be over, I enquire no new employments. For honours sake what siege? A Cittadell, That severall forces are set downe before, And all is entrench'd. What Cittadell? A woman. She cannot hold out long. Ostend was sooner taken then her fort Is like to be for any thing I perceive. Is she so well provided? Her provision May faile her, but she is devilish obstinate, She feares nor fire nor famine. Whats her name? Lucina. Ha ha ha, alas poore Coronell; If youle take my advice remove your siege, A province will be sooner wonne in the Low countries, ha ha ha. Lady, you sent for me. Twas but to tell you my opinion in this businesse, You'le sooner circumcise the Turkes dominions, Then take this toy you talke off, I doe know it, Farewell good Souldier, ha ha ha, and yet tis pittie, Is there no stratagem, no tricke, no undermine; If she be given so desperate, your body Had neede to be well victuall'd, theres a citie And suburbes in your belly, and you must Lay in betimes to prevent mutinie Among the small guts, which with winde of venge else Will breake your guarde of buttons, ha ha ha Come weele laugh, and lie downe in the next roome Scutilla.