Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.78 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
How? shall he not know me? Why 'tis the least part of my meaning he should Lady. Do you think you could possibly be safe and he know you? Why some of your young Gallants are of that vainglorious and preposterous Humour, that if they lay with their own Sisters you should hear them prate of't, This is too usual, there's no wonder in't: what I have said I will swear to perform, you shall enjoy him ere night And he not know you next morning. Thou art not only necessary but pleasing, There, catch our bounty, manage all but right, As now with gold, with honours we'll requite. I am your creature Lady; pretty gold, And by this light methinks most easily earned, There's no faculty, say I like a Pander, and that makes so many Now adays die in the Trade: I have your gold Lady, And eke your service; I am one step higher, This office makes a gentleman a Squire. Come fellow Coridon, are the pits digged? ay, and as deep as an usurer's conscience I warrant thee. Mas and that's deep enough, 'twill devour a widow and three Orphans At a breakfast; soft, is this it? ay, ay, this is it. Nay for the deepness I'll be sworn; but come my masters & lay these boughs cross over: so, so, artificially, and may all those whoreson Mutton-Mongers the wolves, hole here, which eat our sheep. I wonder what wolves those are which eat our sheep, Whether they be he wolves or she wolves? They should be he wolves by their loving Mutton, But by their greediness they should be she wolves. For the belly of a she wolf is never satisfied till it be damned up. Why are the she wolves worse than the he's? Why, is not the dam worse than the Devil pray? You have answered me there indeed. Why man, if all the Earth were Parchment, the Sea Ink Every stick a pen, and every knave a Scrivener, they were not all able to write down the knaveries of she wolves. A murrain on them, he's or she's, they sucked the blood of none but our Lambs. Oh always the weakest goes to the wall, as for example, knock down a sheep and he tumbles forwards, knock down a woman and she tumbles backwards. Sirra, I wonder how many sorts of wolves there bē. Marry just as many sorts as there be knaves in the Cards Why that's four. First there are your Court wolves, and those be Foul eaters and clean drinkers. And why clean drinkers? Why because when they be drunken they commonly cast up all, and so make cleansing week of't. So sir, those are clean drinkers indeed. The next are your Country wolves, nothing chokes them but plenty, they sing like Syrens when corn goes out by shipfuls, and dance after no tune but after an angel a Bushel. The halter take such corn-cutters.
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How? shall he not know me? Why tis the least part of my meaning he should Lady. Doe you thinke you could possibly be safe and he know you? Why some of your yong Gallants are of that vaine-glorious and preposterous Humour, that if they lay with their owne Sisters you should heare them prate of't, This is too usuall, there's no wonder in't: what I have sayd I will sweare to performe, you shall enjoy him ere night And he not know you next morning. Thou art not onely necessary but pleasing, There, catch our bounty, mannage all but right, As now with gold, with honours weele requite. I am your creature Lady; pretty gold, And by this light me thinkes most easily earn'd, There's no faculty, say I like a Pander, and that makes so many Now adayes dye in the Trade: I have your gold Lady, And eke your service; I am one step higher, This office makes a gentleman a Squire. Come fellow Coridon, are the pits digg'd? I, and as deepe as an Vsurers conscience I warrant thee. Mas and that's deēpe enough, 'twill devoure a widow and three Orphans At a brēakefast; soft, is this it? I, I, this is it. Nay for the deepenesse Ile be sworne; but come my masters & lay these boughes crosse over: so, so, artificially, and may all those horson Muttonmongers the wolves, hole here, which eate our sheepe. I wonder what wolves those are which eate our sheepe, Whether they be he wolves or she wolves? They should be he wolves by their loving Mutton, But by their greedinesse they should be she wolves. For the belly of a she wolf is never satisfied till it be dam'd up. Why are the she wolves worse than the he's? Why, is not the dam worse than the Devill pray? You have answered me there indeed. Why man, if all the Earth were Parchment, the Sea Ink Every sticke a pen, and every knave a Scrivener, they were not all able to write downe the knaveries of she wolves. A murren on them, hee's or shees, they suckē the blood of none but our Lambes. Oh alwayes the weakest goes to the wall, as for example, knocke downe a sheepe and he tumbles forwards, knocke downe a woman and she tumbles backewards. Sirra, I wonder how many sorts of wolves there bē. Marry just as many sorts as there be knaves in the Cards Why that's foure. First there are your Court wolves, and those be Foule eaters and cleane drinkers. And why cleane drinkers? Why because when they be drunkē they commonly cast up all, and so make clensing weeke of't. So sir, those are cleane drinkers indeed. The next are your Country wolves, nothing choakes them but plenty, they sing like Syrens when corne goes out by ship-fulls, and dance after no tune but after an angell a Bushell. The halter take such cornecutters.