Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Nov 29] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.89 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
You are mistaken Sir, he means somebody else, I have been kicked already. Madam you let fall. Let it reward your pains. Observed you that. Convey this to Mercutio, it creates him Controller of our household, this I hope Will merit more of his acquaintance with Our Court. You honour your poor creatures. Leave us, You may stay Sir, what suit, what that you named? Suit Madam? Did not you say you had a suit to us, I hope your modesty will teach you how To limb it your request, that it may be Such as may both become our grant and your Acceptance, speak what is't My suit Madam? But in the confidence of your discretion Name and enjoy what you desire. This bounty Of language is beyond all my ambition. Well Sir toth' purpose, I would have you speak To purpose now. To purpose, would I durst, This exceeds all the rest, shall I be mad And lose this opportunity. We are prepared Better? my happiness flows upon me My suit is Madam, you would be pleased to— What shall I say, she looks so keen and tempting, I have a great mind to kiss her. Not resolved yet? Long since, my humble suit is to you Madam, that— What? I may be numbered still among your creatures And keep a blessing in your gracious smiles Upon my humble service. A smile and humblest service, is this all? You wonot purchase much by being a Courtier. The greatest rise by favour, I ha' lost An opportunity. Is there nothing else? She Asks again, now I'll put her too't, We are private, I have another suit Madam. A courtier should have many, what is't made on? Of love. A pretty winter wearing, and keeps well In fashion. May I presume to as ask your grace. A question? yes Sir. Do you love me Madam? How Sir? Does your grace love me? Audacious Groom, how dares thy soul imagine So great an impudence, almost treason to us, Are all our favours thought so cheap? and we Considered in the crowd of other women Fit for your mixture, to be stained with loose And desperate proffers of your wanton service? Have we no more distinction in our birth And titles? Or d'ye hope we are disarmed Of strength to punish such an insolence? Had smiles ta'en such possession of our brow Thou couldst expect no killing frown for this? Was our eye grown so tame nothing could quicken it Into a flame, into a consuming lightning, When such an object durst appear to vex it? Thus we could spurn thy saucy head off— but We pardon it, d'ye hear? we freely pardon it, To show mercy is above all fault, And that we are at home Queen of our passions, Nor shall you suffer under the remembrance, 'tis now as it had never been, and you keep The first place in our thoughts. Ha'?
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You are mistaken Sir, he meanes some body else, I have beene kicked already. Madam you let fall. Let it re ward your paines. Observ'd you that. Convey this to Mercutio, it creates him Controuler of our houshold, this I hope Will merit more of his acquaintance with Our Court. You honour your poore creatures. Leave us, You may stay Sir, what suite, what that you named? Suite Madam? Did not you say you had a suite to us, I hope your modestie will teach you how To lim it your request, that it may be Such as may both become our grant and your Acceptance, speake what i'st My suite Madam? But in the confidence of your discretion Name and enjoy what you desire. This bounty Of language is beyond all my ambition. Well Sir to'th purpose, I would have you speake To purpose now. To purpose, would I durst, This exceeds all the rest, shall I be mad And lose this opportunitie. We are prepar'd Better? my happinesse flowes upon me My suite is Madam, you would be pleas'd to— What shall I say, she lookes so keene and tempting, I have a great mind to kisse her. Not resolv'd yet? Long since, my humble suite is to you Madam, that— What? I may be number'd still among your creatures And keepe a blessing in your gracious smiles Vpon my humble service. A smile and humblest service, is this all? You wonnot purchase much by being a Courtier. The greatest rise by favour, I ha lost An opportunitie. Is there nothing else? She Askes agen, now Ile put her toot, We are private, I have another suite Madam. A courtier should have many, what i'st made on? Of love. A prettie winter wearing, and keepes well In fashion. May I presume to as aske your grace. A question? yes Sir. Doe you love me Madam? How Sir? Does your grace love me? Audacious Groome, how dares thy soule imagine So great an impudence, almost treason to us, Are all our favours thought so cheape? and we Consider'd in the crowd of other women Fit for your mixture, to be stain'd with loose And desperate proffers of your wanton service? Have we no more distinction in our birth And titles? Or de'e hope we are disarm'd Of strength to punish such an insolence? Had smiles tane such possession of our brow Thou couldst expect no killing frowne for this? Was our eye growne so tame nothing could quicken it Into a flame, into a consuming lightning, When such an object durst appeare to vex it? Thus we could spurne thy sawcy head off—but We pardon it, de'e heare? we freely pardon it, To shew mercy is above all fault, And that we are at home Queene of our passions, Nor shall you suffer under the remembrance, Tis now as it had never beene, and you keepe The first place in our thoughts. Ha'?