Mayne, Jasper · published 1639 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638(?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Well wench but that thou hast Revealed thyself unto me, I'd admire To hear a Saint talk thus. To one that knows not The Mystery of thy strange conversion, Thou Wouldst seem a Legend. Faith I have told you all, Both why I left my schoolmistress, who taught me To confute Curling-Irons, and why I put myself on this adventure. Well wench my brother Has had his plots on me, and I'll contribute My help to work thy honest Ones on him. Do but perform thy task well and thou winnest him. Let me alone; never was man so fitted With a chaste Bride, as I will fit his Uncle. Madam your Knight doth call most fiercely for you. Prithee, go tell him some business keeps me yet, And bid him stay himself with this kiss. BY your leave Madam, what for practice' sake Kissing your woman? Lord how a lady's lips Hate Idleness, and will be busied, when The rest lies fallow, And rather than want action Be kind within themselves, an't be t'enjoy, But the poor pleasure of contemplation! And how do you find her Madam? Stay wench. Does it not grieve you now, and make you sigh, Lord, And very passionately accuse Nature, And say she was too hard to make your woman Able to kiss you only and do no more? is it not pity but besides the gift Of making caudles, and using of her Pencil, She had the trick o'th' other sex? methinks Your own good breeding might instruct you that My house is not a new Foundation, where You might, paying the rate, approach, be rude, Give freedom to your unwashed Mouths. My Lady Keeps no poor Nuns that sin for victuals, for you, With whom this dead vacation you may trade For old silk stockings and half shirts. They say You do offend o'th' score, and sin in chalk, And the dumb walls complain you are behind in pension; so that your distressed Vestals, Are fain to foot their stockings, pay the Brewer, And landlords-rent in womankind, and long More earnestly for the Term than Norfolk Lawyers. Why you have got a second, Lady, your woman Doth speak good Country language. Offers at wit, And shows teeth for a jest. We hear you are To marry an old Citizen. Then surely You were not deaf. And do you mean his age, Which hath seen all the Kingdom buried thrice, To whom the heat of August is December; Who, were he but in Italy would save The charge of Marble vaults, and cool the air Better than ventiducts, shall freeze between Your melting arms? Do but consider, he But marries you as he would do his furs, To keep him warm. But he is rich, Sir. Then, In wedding him you wed more infirmities Than ever Galen wrote of; He has pains That put the Doctors to new experiments. Half his diseases in the City bill Kill hundreds weekly. Alone Hospital Were but enough for him.
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Well wench but that thou hast Reveal'd thy selfe unto me, I'de admire To heare a Saint talke thus. To one that knowes not The Mystery of thy strange conversion, Thou Wouldst seeme a Legend. Faith I have told you all, Both why I left my Schoole-Mistresse, who taught me To confute Curling-Irons, and why I put My selfe on this adventure. Well wench my brother Has had his plots on me, and Ile contribute My helpe to worke thy honest Ones on him. Doe but performe thy taske well and thou winn'st him. Let me alone; never was man so fitted With a chast Bride, as I will fit his Uncle. Madam your Knight doth call most fiercely for you. Prithee, goe tell him some businesse keepes me yet, And bid him stay himselfe with this kisse. BY your leave Madam, what for practise sake Kissing your woman? Lord how a Ladies lips Hate Idlenesse, and will be busied, when The rest lyes fallow, And rather then want action Be kind within themselves, an't be t'enjoy, But the poore pleasure of contemplation! And how doe you find her Madam? Stay wench. Does it not grieve you now, and make you sigh, Lord, And very passionately accuse Nature, And say she was too hard to make your woman Able to kisse you only and doe no more? Js it not pittie but besides the guift Of making Cawdles, and using of her Pencill, She had the trick oth'other sexe? Me thinks Your own good breeding might instruct you that My house is not a new Foundation, where You might, paying the rate, approach, be rude, Give freedome to your unwasht Mouthes. My Lady Keepes no poore Nuns that sinne for victuals, for you, With whom this dead vacation you may trade For old silke stockins and halfe shirts. They say You doe offend oth' score, and sinne in chalke, And the dumbe walls complaine you are behinde Jn pension; so that your distressed Vestalls, Are faine to foot their stockins, pay the Brewer, And Land-Lords-rent in woman-kind, and long More earnestly for the Terme then Norfolke Lawyers. Why you have got a second, Ladie, your woman Doth speake good Countrey language. Offers at wit, And showes teeth for a jest. We heare you are To marry an old Citizen. Then surely You were not deafe. And doe you mean his age, Which hath seene all the Kingdome buried thrice, To whom the heate of August is December; Who, were he but in Italy would save The charge of Marble vaults, and coole the ayre Better then ventiducts, shall freeze betweene Your melting armes? Doe but consider, he But marries you as he would doe his furres, To keepe him warme. But he is rich, Sir. Then, In wedding him you wed more infirmities Then ever Gallen wrot of; He has paines That put the Doctors to new experiments. Halfe his diseases in the Citie bill Kill hundreds weekly. Alone Hospitall Were but enough for him.