Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 505 words
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Here's a fellow, whose industry doth merit double hire, Of a free Countenance and a light appetite, When this still frowning grim and surly sir, Has nothing in his face but melancholy, And in his tongue repining. You'll one day find the difference. Come Gentlemen, shall we to Cards, And spend an hour at Gleek? No better motion. Game too, all will help to send a man a going. six penny Gleek? Faith Twelve pence if you please. I am content. And so is he too, to be gleeked of all. What, will you please to attend us some few hours, In absence of your fellow? Yes, so there be no whores in Company, But rather than feast where they shall domineer, And bold Rampalian like, swear and drink drunk, I'll feed on Cheese, and Onions; and in stead Of healthing, quench my thirst with frighted water. Well sir, will you follow? I will not haunt him as the Devil doth, But for once I will dog him. CRossed at these years? Unless your wit were grey as well as your hairs; You grow in years, and so you should in wisdom. Tax my wit? a woman too, to do't? Did you never see a bare face teach a beard? It is no news in this so pregnant age. An Age indeed, when smocks must read to britches; Go to wife, thou seek'st to make us two that should be one, Instead of me, thouart wedded to thy will; I fear we shall repent it. Well, well, man. But I say, ill, ill woman. Why I pray? Because I seek the advancement of our house? I would not build so many stories high On such a weak foundation, lest the Garret Reared on such thin supporters sink itself into the Cellar. One of your gravity? I am ashamed, a Justice by Your place, and can appear so partial to your own; Whom should your providence devise to raise, If not your own? will you be twice a Child? And now, in this your second infancy, Not take care for your Cradle? Thou art a shrew. Why then I am no sheep. An angry woman. It should be then your care to see me better pleased. I pray, good mother, nay, sir. Sir me no sirs, I am no Knight nor Churchman, There is a third, make me not that by breaking of my faith. Think what it is to have a great Lord call you Father in Law, and so your Daughter a great Lady. So; I had rather see her a good Gentlewoman, Lawfully great in belly and in purse, Than swelled with poisoned Titles; it to me Appears no better than a Timpany, A grief not easily cured. His Lordship will be here, give him good face, And courteous Language, or I'll make your board As loud as a perpetual gossip's feast, Or a discourse of Fishwives; and your Bed As if you were to lodge in Lothbury Where they turn brazen Candlesticks.
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Here's a fellow, whoſe induſtry doth merit double hire, Of a free Countenance and a light appetite, When this ſtill frowning grim and ſurly ſir, Has nothing in his face but melancholly, And in his tongue repining. You'le one day find the difference. Come Gentlemen, ſhall we to Cardes, And ſpend an houre at Gleeke? No better motion. Game too, all will helpe to ſend a man a going. Sixe penny Gleeke? Faith Twelve pence if you pleaſe. I am content. And ſo is he too, to be gleek'd of all. What, will you pleaſe to attend us ſome few houres, In abſence of your fellow? Yes, ſo there be no whores in Company, But rather then feaſt where they ſhall domineere, And bold Rampalian like, ſweare and drinke drunke, Ile feede on Cheeſe, and Onions; and in ſtead Of healthing, quench my thirſt with frighted water. Well ſir, will you follow? I will not haunt him as the Divell doth, But for once I will dogge him. CRoſſ'd at theſe yeares? Unleſſe your wit were gray as wel as your haires; You grow in yeares, and ſo you ſhould in wiſedome. Taxe my wit? a woman too, to do't? Did you never ſee a bare face teach a beard? It is no newes in this ſo pregnant age. An Age indeed, when ſmockes muſt read to britches; Goe to wife, thou ſeek'ſt to make us two that ſhould be one, Inſtead of me, th'art wedded to thy will; I feare we ſhall repent it. Well, well, man. But I ſay, ill, ill woman. Why I pray? Becauſe I ſeeke the advancement of our houſe? I would not build ſo many ſtories high On ſuch a weake foundation, leſt the Garret Rear'd on ſuch thin ſupporters ſinke it ſelfe into the Celler. One of your gravity? I am aſham'd, a Juſtice by Your place, and can appeare ſo partiall to your owne; Whom ſhould your providence deviſe to raiſe, If not your owne? will you be twice a Child? And now, in this your ſecond infancy, Not take care for your Cradle? Thou art a ſhrew. Why then I am no ſheepe. An angry woman. It ſhould be then your care to ſee me better pleaſ'd. I pray, good mother, nay, ſir. Sir me no ſirs, I am no Knight nor Church-man, There is a third, make me not that by breaking of my faith. Thinke what it is to have a great Lord call you Father in Law, and ſo your Daughter a great Lady. So; I had rather ſee her a good Gentlewoman, Lawfully great in belly and in purſe, Than ſwell'd with poyſon'd Titles; it to me Appeares no better than a Timpany, A griefe not eaſily cur'd. His Lordſhip will be here, give him good face, And curteous Language, or Ile make your boord As loud as a perpetuall Goſſips feaſt, Or a diſcourſe of Fiſh-wives; and your Bed As if you were to lodge in Loth-bury Where they turne brazen Candleſtickes.