Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.87 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
And vex my eyes to look on such a Land-rat, Were all these shames forgotten, how shall I Be safe in honour with that noble Lady, To whom I sin fully commended thee, Though 'twere not much, enough to make her think I am as base as thou art, and the colonel, And all that have but heard thee call me cosin, What cure for this you malt-worm? oh my soul How it does blush to know thee, bragging puppy, D'ee hear me thunder, and lightning, what Nobility my predecessors boasted, Or any man from honour's stock descended; How many Marquesses and Earls are numbered In their great family? what coats they quarter, How many battles our forefathers fought? 'tis poor, and not becoming perfect gentry To build their glories at their father's cost, But at their own expense of blood or virtue, To raise them living monuments, our birth Is not our own act, honour upon trust, Our ill deeds forfeit, and the wealthy sums Purchased by others' fame or sweat, will be Our stain, for we inherit nothing truly But what our actions make us worthy of; And are you not a precious gentleman, Thou art not worth my steel, redeem this love Some generous way of undertaking, or Thou shalt be given up to boys, and ballets, The scorn of footman, a disgrace more black Than bastard, go to the colonel. I will my Lord. But now I think on't 'twill be necessary, That first you right my honour with the Lady, You shall carry a letter, you will do't? I'll carry any thing. Expect it presently. Such another conjuring will make me Believe I am illegitimate indeed, This came first keeping company with the blades, From whom I learned to roar and run away: I know 'tis a base thing to be a coward, But every man is not borne to be a Hercules, Some must be beat that others may be valiant. Let it be so, they will else be troublesome. This cannot I hope displease you Lady, 'tis No new affection I protest, although This be the first occasion I took To express it. You did ill in the impression, Although your bashfulness would not permit you To speak in your own cause, you might have sent Your meaning, I can make a shift to read A scurvy hand, but I shall tell you sir. Prithee do. Is't possible your heart hath been tormented In love's flame, and I the cause. Your beauty hath the power To melt a Scythian's bosom, those divine Beams would make soft the earth, when rugged Winter Hath sealed the crannies up with frost, your eye Will make the frigid region temperate, Should you but smile upon't: account it then No wonder if it turn my breast to ashes. I see you are in love by your mention, And cause I pity a gentleman should lose His passion I'll acquaint you with a secret. The Lady Honoria?
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And vexe my eyes to looke on such a Land-rat, Were all these shames forgotten, how shall I Be safe in honour with that noble Lady, To whom I sinne fully commended thee, Though twere not much, enough to make her thinke I am as base as thou art, and the Coronell, And all that have but heard thee call me cosin, What cure for this you Malt-worme? oh my soule How it does blush to know thee, bragging puppie, Dee heare me thunder, and lightning, what Nobilitie my predecessors bosted, Or any man from honours stocke descended; How many Marquesses and Earles are numbred In their great family? what coates they quarter, How many battells our forefathers fought? Tis poore, and not becomming perfect gentry To build their glories at their fathers cost, But at their owne expense of blood or vertue, To raise them living monuments, our birth Is not our owne act, honour upon trust, Our ill deedes forfeit, and the wealthy summes Purchas'st by others fame or sweate, will be Our staine, for we inherit nothing truely But what our actions make us worthy of; And are you not a precious gentleman, Thou art not worth my steele, redeeme this love Some generous way of undertaking, or Thou shalt be given up to boyes, and ballets, The scorne of footeman, a disgrace more blacke Than bastard, goe to the Coronell. I will my Lord. But now I thinke ont twill be necessarie, That first you right my honour with the Lady, You shall carry a letter, you will do't? Ile carry any thing. Expect it presently. Such another conjuring will make me Beleeve I am illigitimate indeede, This came first keeping company with the blades, From whom I learnt to roare and runne away: I know tis a base thing to be a coward, But every man is not borne to be a Hercules, Some must be beate that others may be valiant. Let it be so, they will else be troublesome. This cannot I hope displease you Lady, tis No new affection I protest, although This be the first occasion I tooke To expresse it. You did ill in the impression, Although your bashfulnesse would not permit you To speake in your owne cause, you might have sent Your meaning, I can make a shift to read A scurvie hand, but I shall tell you sir. Prethee doe. Ist possible your heart hath beene tormented In loves flame, and I the cause. Your beauty hath the power To melt a Cithians bosome, those divine Beames would make soft the earth, when rugged Winter Hath seal'd the cranies up with frost, your eye Will make the frigid region temperate, Should you but smile upon't: account it then No wonder if it turne my brest to ashes. I see you are in love by your mention, And cause I pitty a gentleman should lose His passion Ile acquaint you with a secret. The Lady Honoria?