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 0.83 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
And now your long lost eyes again are found: good morrow sir. By the mass the day breaks. Rest here my Lord and you shall find content, Catch your desires, stay here, they shall be sent. Though it be night, 'tis morning to that night which brought me hither, Ha! the ground spread with Arras? what place is this? Rich hangings? fair room gloriously furnished? Lights and their luster? riches and their splendour? 'tis no mean creatures, these dumb tokens witness; Troth I begin t' affect my Hostess better; I love her in her absence, though unknown, For courtly form that's here observed and shown. Valesta? yes, the same; 'tis my Lady's pleasure, You give to me your coat, and vizarded attend without Till she employ you— so now, this disguise Serves for my Lord Mazeres, for he watches But fit occasion: Lecher, now beware, Securely sit and fearless quaff and eat, You'll find sour sauce still after your sweet meat. The servants all in visards? by this light I do admire the carriage of her love; For I account that woman above wise Can sin and hide the shame from a man's eyes. They never do their easy sex more wrong, Than when they venture fame upon man's tongue. Yet I could swear concealment in love's plot, But happy woman that believes me not. whate'er is spoke or to be spoke seems fit, All still concludes her happiness and wit. This banquet from her own hand received grace herself prepared it for you; as appears By the choice sweets it yields, able to move A man past sense, to the delights of love, I bid you welcome as her most prized guest, First to this banquet, next to pleasure's feast. Who ere she be we thank her, and commend Her care and love to entertain a friend. That speaks her sex's rareness, for to woman, The darkest path love treads is clear and common; She wishes your content may be as great As if her presence filled that other seat. Convey my thanks to her, and fill some wine. My Lord? My Lord Mazeres caught the Office I can't but laugh to see how well he plays The Devil in a vizard; damns where he crouches; little thinks the Prince Under that face lurks his lives enemy, Yet he but keeps the fashion; great men kill As flatterers stab, who laugh when they mean ill. Now could I poison him fitly, aptly, rarely, My vengeance speaks me happy; there it goes. Some wine? It comes my Lord. My Lady begun to you sir, and doth commend, This to your heart, and with it her affection. I'll pledge her thankfully; there remove that. And in this my revenge must be removed Where first I left it, now my abused wrath Pursues thy ruin in this dangerous path. That cup hath quite dashed my Lord Mazeres. Return my faith, my reverence, my respect, And tell her this, which courteously I find, She hides her face, but lets me see her mind.
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And now your long lost eyes againe are found: good morrow sir. By the masse the day breakes. Rest here my Lord and you shall finde content, Catch your desires, stay here, they shall be sent. Though it be night, tis morning to that night which brought me hither, Ha! the ground spread with Arras? what place is this? Rich hangings? faire roome gloriously furnish'd? Lights and their luster? riches and their splendor? Tis no meane creatures, these dumbe tokens witnesse; Troth I begin t' affect my Hostesse better; I love her in her absence, though unknowne, For courtly forme that's here observ'd and showne. Valesta? yes, the same; tis my Ladies pleasure, You give to me your coate, and vizarded attend without Till she employ you — so now, this disguise Serves for my Lord Mazeres, for he watches But fit occasion: Letcher, now beware, Securely sit and fearelesse quaffe and eate, You'le finde sowre sauce still after your sweete meate. The servants all in vizards? by this light I doe admire the carriage of her love; For I account that woman above wise Can sinne and hide the shame from a mans eyes. They never doe their easie sexe more wong, Than when they venture fame upon mans tongue. Yet I could sweare concealement in loves plot, But happie woman that beleeves me not. What ere is spoke or to be spoke seemes fit, All still concludes her happinesse and wit. This banquet from her owne hand received grace Her selfe prepar'd it for you; as appeares By the choyce sweetes it yeelds, able to move A man past sence, to the delights of love, I bid you welcome as her most priz'd guest, First to this banquet, next to pleasures feast. Who ere she be we thanke her, and commend Her care and love to entertaine a friend. That speakes her sexes rarenesse, for to woman, The darkest path love treads is cleare and common; She wishes your content may be as great As if her presence fill'd that other seate. Convey my thankes to her, and fill some wine. My Lord? My Lord Mazeres caught the Office I can't but laugh to see how well he playes The Devill in a vizard; damnēs where he crouches; little thinks the Prince Vnder that face lurkes his lives enemie, Yet he but keepes the fashion; great men kill As flatterers stab, who laugh when they meane ill. Now could I poyson him fitly, aptly, rarely, My vengeance speakes me happy; there it goes. Some wine? It comes my Lord. My Lady begun to you sir, and doth commend, This to your heart, and with it her affection. Ile pledge her thankefully; there remove that. And in this my revenge must be remov'd Where first I left it, now my abused wrath Pursues thy ruine in this dangerous path. That cup hath quite dasht my Lord Mazeres. Returne my faith, my reverence, my respect, And tell her this, which courteously I finde, She hides her face, but lets me see her minde.