The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 19 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.76 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
All our virgins ought, if they have virtue, to contend For such a glory; but if all be squeamish, May all the daughters of our best Burghers run Away with soldiers, and become sutler's wives. Or else when they have a masculine itch upon 'em, And would taste man, may they be wed to Eunuchs. else be forced to keep their maidenheads Till they be musty and not merchantable To younger brothers with additions of wealthy portions. May they when they would strive to mend their faces to allure a suitor, want paint and black-patches to stop the Crannies of their Cheeks; may their Pomatum be mixed with Hogs-grease, that they may be abominable even in the nose of Jews: may the greensickness reign in their bloods, and may they be debarred of oat meal, and clay-wall, and fall to ratsbane. May their parents turn most precise precisians, And forbid 'em the sight of plays, or they may never Dance unless be to a bagpipe or a Crowd. May they want silks for gowns, and if they seek Supply from Naples, let them instead, be furnished With their Disease; may milliners break and feathermen, May my Aunt die suddenly, and bury with her All her devices; may there be no Earth Found to make looking-glasses, that they come to use of Kitchen-wenches, dress their heads by the reflection of a Pail of water, or in a pewter chamber vessel. Lactantio, let's go wait the General In prison, 'twould be base should we neglect him in His extremity. Is it confirmed he's dead? The general voice Divulges so i'th' City; and the Duke Has sent an order which commands you forth I'th' morning to your trial: my dear Lord I hope the service you have done the State Abroad, will here at home secure your life From the law's violent Rigour. Yes poor boy, If thou mightst be thy master's judge Sabelli, I am at the period of my fate, and would not Have thee a sad spectator of my fall At home, whom thou so oft hast waited on Abroad in triumph, therefore gentle heart, Return home to thy mother, and survive To serve a happier master. My noble Lord Have I so often followed you, when death Attended on each step, when every hurt That scared your noble body, I have wished Imprinted on my flesh, and with my tears, Even drowned the purple deluge of your wounds, That as my truth and loyalties reward, I must be turned a way unkindly, when My last and just est service might declare My zeal to you my master; Oh sir, You more afflict my innocence with these words, Then if sad truth had brought me the report Of my own mother's funeral, and should you Enforce me leave you, the succeeding care, And labour of my life should be consumed In a perpetual weeping. Good Sabelli Cease this afflicting language, lest I grow as Childish as thyself, and burst into tears To bear thee company.
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All our virgins ought, if they have vertue, to contend For such a glory; but if all be squeamish, May all the daughters of our best Burgers runne Away with souldiers, and become Sutlers wives. Or else when they have a masculine itch upon 'hem, And would taste man, may they be wed to Eunuchs. else be forc'd to keepe their maiden-heads Till they be musty and not marchantable To younger brothers with additions of wealthy portions. May they when they would strive to mend their faces to allure a suitor, want paint and blacke-patches to stoppe the Crannies of their Cheekes; may their Pomatum bee mixt with Hogs-grease, that they may be abominable even in the nose of Iewes: may the green-sicknesse raigne in their bloods, and may they be debar'd of oate meale, and clay-wall, and fall to Ratsbauc. May their parents turne most precise precisians, And forbid em the sight of playes, or they may never Dance unlesse be to a bag-pipe or a Crowd. May they want silkes for gownes, and if they seeke Supply from Naples, let them insteed, be furnish'd With their Disease; may Millaners breake and Feather-men, May my Aunt dye suddenly, and bury with her All her devises; may there be no Earth Found to make looking-glasses, that they come to use of Kitchen-wenches, dresse their heads by the reflexion of a Paile of water, or in a pewter chamber vessell. Lactantio, let's go wayte the Generall In prison, 'twould be base should we neglect him in His extremity. Is it confirm'd hee's dead? The generall voyce Divulges so ith'City; and the Duke Has sent an order which commands you forth I'th morning to your tryall: my deare Lord I hope the service you have done the State Abroad, will here at home secure your life From the Lawes violent Rigour. Yes poore boy, If thou mightst be thy masters judge Sabelli, I am at the period of my fate, and would not Have thee a sad spectator of my fall At home, whom thou so oft hast waited on Abroad in triumph, therefore gentle heart, Returne home to thy mother, and survive To serve a happier master. My noble Lord Have I so often followed you, when death Attended on each step, when every hurt That scar'd your noble body, I have wish'd Imprinted on my flesh, and with my teares, Even drown'd the purple deluge of your wounds, That as my truth and loyalties reward, I must be turn'd a way unkindly, when My last and just est service might declare My zeale to you my master; Oh sir, You more afflict my innocence with these words, Then if sad truth had brought me the report Of my owne mothers sunerall, and should you Enforce me leave you, the succeeding care, And labour of my life should be consum'd In a perpetuall weeping. Good Sabelli Cease this afflicting language, lest I grow as Childish as thy selfe, and burst into teares To beare thee company.