Mayne, Jasper · published 1639 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638(?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · before the Court T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.87 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Gentlemen How like you her wit? Wit? I verily Believe she was begotten by some wit; And he that has her, may beget plays on her. Her wit had need be good, it finds her house. Her house? 'tis able to find the Court, if she Be chaste to all this wit, I do not think But that she might be shown. She speaks with salt, And has a pretty scornfulness, which now I've seen I'm satisfied. Come then away; To Roseclap's. Lead on, Let us dine: This Lady Runs in my head still. Sir, My Lady prays. You would dismiss your company, she has Some business with you. Gentlemen walk softly, I'll overtake you. Newcut 'slight her wit is come to private meetings. ay, I thought She had some other virtues. Well make haste, We'll stay without, when thou hast done inform us What the rate is; if she be reasonable we'll be her Customers. Y'are merry, Sir. NAy sister you may enter, they are gone. I did receive your ticket this morning. What? You look the Mine should run still? O you are A careful brother, to put me on a course That draws the eyes o'th' Town upon me, and makes me Discourse for Ordinaries, then leave me in't. I will put off my Ladyship, and return To M' Holland, and to making shirts, And bands again. I hope you will not. I Repent I left th' Exchange. Faith I should laugh To see you there again, and there serve out The rest of your indentures, by managing Your Needle well, and making Nightcaps, by A Chafing dish in winter mornings, to keep Your fingers pliant. How rarely 'twould become you To run over all your shop to passengers In a fine sale tune? What would you have me do? D'you think I'm the Dutch Virgin that could live By th' scent of Flowers? Or that my family Are all descended of Chameleons, And can be kept with air? is this the way To get a husband to be in danger to be Shut up for house-rent, or to wear a gown Out a whole fashion, or the same Jewels twice? Shortly my neighbours will commend my clothes, For lasting well, give them strange dates, and cry Since your last Gorget and the blazing star. Prithee excuse me sister, I can now Rain showers of silver into thy lap again; My uncle's gone to sea, and has left me The key to th' golden fleece. Thou shalt be still. A Madam, Pen, and to maintain thy Honour, And to new dub thee take this. But sister, I Expected you ere this out of the Throng Of suitors that frequent you, should have been Made a true Lady, not one in Type or show. I fear you are too scornful, look too high.
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Gentlemen How like you her wit? Wit? I verily Believe she was begotten by some wit; And he that has her, may beget plaies on her. Her wit had need be good▪ it finds her house. Her house? Tis able to find the Court, if she Be chast to all this wit, I doe not think But that she might be showne. She speaks with salt, And has a pretty scornefulnesse, which now I'ue seen I'me satisfied. Come then away; To Roseclaps. Lead on, Let us dine: This Lady Runnes in my head still. Sir, My Lady prayes. You would dismisse your company, she has Some businesse with you. Gentlemen walk softly, Ile overtake you. Newcut 'slight her wit is come to private meetings. I, J thought She had some other vertues. Well make hast, We'l stay without, when thou hast done informe us What the rate is; if she be reasonable Wee'l be her Customers. Y'are merry, Sir. NAy sister you may enter, they are gone. I did receive your ticket this morning. What? You look the Mine should run still? O you are A carefull brother, to put me on a course That drawes the eyes oth' Towne upon me, and makes me Discourse for Ordinaries, then leave me in't. I will put off my Ladiship, and returne To M' Holland, and to making shirts, And bands againe. I hope you will not. I Repent I left th' Exchange. Faith I should laugh To see you there againe, and there serve out The rest of your Jndentures, by managing Your Needle well, and making Night-caps, by A Chafing dish in winter mornings, to keep Your fingers pliant. How rarely 'twould become you To run ore all your shop to passengers In a fine sale tune? What would you have me doe? D'you think I'me the Dutch Virgin that could live By th' sent of Flowers? Or that my familie Are all descended of Chameleons, And can be kept with ayre? Js this the way To get a husband to be in danger to be Shut up for house-rent, or to weare a gowne Out a whole fashion, or the same Jewels twice? Shortly my neighbours will commend my clothes, For lasting well, give them strange dates, and cry Since your last Gorget and the blazing starre. Prythee excuse me sister, I can now Raine showers of silver into thy lap againe; My Vncle's gone to sea, and has left me The key to th' golden fleece. Thou shalt be still. A Madam, Pen, and to maintaine thy Honour, And to new dub thee take this. But sister, I Expected you ere this out of the Throng Of suitors that frequent you, should have beene Made a true Lady, not one in Type or showe. I feare you are too scornefull, looke too high.