Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
In with him again, he calls us names. No, no: I charge ye no. Was ever harmless creature so abused? To be drenched under water, to learn dumbness Amongst the fishes, as I were forbidden To use the natural members I was borne with, And of them all, the chief that man takes pleasure in; The tongue; Oh me accursed wretch. Is this a man? I ask not by his beard, but by his tears. This shower will spend the fury of his tongue, And so the tempest's over. I am sorry for't, I would have had him ducked once more; But somebody will shortly raise the storm In him again I hope for us, to make More holiday-sport of him. Sure these are dreams, Nothing but dreams. No, doubtless we are awake sir. Can men and women be so contrary In all that we hold proper to each sex? I'm glad he takes a taste of sense in that yet. 'Twill ask long time and study to reduce Their manners to our government. these are Low things and easy to be qualified— But see sir, here come Courtiers, note their manners. This was three shillings yesterday, how now! All gone but this? six pence, for leather soles To my new green silk stockings, and a groat My ordinary in Pompions baked with Onions. Do such eat Pompions? Yes: and Clowns muskmelons. Three pence I lost at nine-pins; but I got Six tokens towards that at Pigeon holes— 'S nails where's the rest; is my poke bottom broke? What Jack! A pox o'ertake thee not; how dost? What with a vengeance ail'st? dost think my breech Is made of Bell metal? take that. In earnest? Yes till more comes. Pox rot your hold, let go my lock, do think You're currying of your Father's horse again? I'll teach you to abuse a man behind, Was troubled too much afore. Hay, there boys, there. Good boys are good boys still. There Will, there Iack. Not a blow, now he's down. 'Twere base, I scorn't. There's as proud fall, as stand in Court or City. That's well said Will, troth I commend you both. How fell you out? I hope in no great anger. For mine own part I vow I was in jest. But I have told you twice and once, Will, jest not With me behind I never could endure (Not of a Boy) to put up things behind: And that my Tutor knew; I had been a Scholar else. Besides you know my sword was nocked i'th' fashion, Just here behind, for my back-guard and all; And yet you would do't. I had a lief you would take a knife— Come, come, You're friends. Shake hands i'll give you half a dozen At the next Alehouse, to set all right and straight. And a new song; a dainty one; here 'tis. O thou art happy that canst read— I would buy Ballads too, had I thy learning.
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In with him againe, he calls us names. No, no: I charge yee no. Was ever harmelesse creature so abus'd? To be drench'd under water, to learne dumbnesse Amongst the fishes, as I were forbidden To use the naturall members I was borne with, And of them all, the chiefe that man takes pleasure in; The tongue; Oh me accursed wretch. Is this a man? I aske not by his beard, but by his teares. This showre will spend the fury of his tongue, And so the tempest's over. I am sorry for't, I would have had him duck'd once more; But some body will shortly raise the storme In him againe I hope for us, to make More holiday-sport of him. Sure these are dreames, Nothing but dreames. No, doubtlesse we are awake sir. Can men and women be so contrary In all that we hold proper to each sex? I'me glad he takes a taste of sence in that yet. 'Twill aske long time and study to reduce Their manners to our government. these are Low things and easie to be qualified — But see sir, here come Courtiers, note their manners. This was three shillings yesterday, how now! All gone but this? six pence, for leather soles To my new greene silke stockings, and a groate My ordinary in Pompions bak'd with Onions. Doe such eate Pompions? Yes: and Clownes Musk-Mellons. Three pence I lost at Nyne-pines; but I got Six tokens towards that at Pigeon holes — 'S nayles wheres the rest; is my poake bottome broake? What Iacke! A pox oretake thee not; how dost? What with a vengeance aylst? dost thinke my breech Is made of Bell mettall? take that. In earnest? Yes till more comes. Pox rot your hold, let goe my locke, doe thinke Y'are currying of your Fathers horse againe? Ile teach you to abuse a man behind, Was troubled too much afore. Hay, there boyes, there. Good boyes are good boyes still. There Will, there Iack. Not a blow, now he's downe. 'Twere base, I scorn't. There's as proud fall, as stand in Court or City. That's well said Will, troth I commend you both. How fell you out? I hope in no great anger. For mine owne part I vow I was in jest. But I have told you twice and once, Will, jest not With me behind I never could endure (Not of a Boy) to put up things behinde: And that my Tutor knew; I had bin a Schollar else. Besides you know my sword was nock'd i'th' fashion, Just here behinde, for my backe-guard and all; And yet you would do't. I had a liefe you would take a knife— Come, come, Y'are friends. Shake hands ile give you halfe a dozen At the next Ale-house, to set all right and streight. And a new song; a dainty one; here tis. O thou art happy that canst reade— I would buy Ballads too, had I thy learning.