Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.78 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
No, 'tis Grace, daughter to Alderman Covet. I do commend thee my dear Don, and will Be thy assistant, go and see thy horse dressed, And then approach my chamber. Very right, I kiss your finger's end. Do you, Valentine, know The Lady he intends to Court. Only by report, Which speaks her most accomplished. Oh she'll make An excellent Ass of him: she has a wit More sharp and piercing than a wasps sting, she speaks All fire; each word is able to burn up A thousand such poor Mushrooms: had her mother Not been held honest, I should have believed She'd been some courtier's By-blow, or that some Quick Poet got her. How's her feature? Rare, past expression, singular, her eyes The very spheres of love, her cheeks his throne, Her lips his paradise, and then her mind is far more excellent than her shape. You give her a brave Character; is't possible To have a sight of her? Yes, by my means, scarce otherwise wilt thou have her, Speak but a syllable, 't shall be performed As sure as if Don Hymen, in his robes Had ratified the contract. You are merry sir. When didst thou know me otherwise: yet now In sober sadness friend, couldst thou affect A woman, as there's few of them worth loving, Thou canst not make a nobler choice: I'll bring thee On to the skirmish, but if thou retreat, Beat back by th' hot Artillery of her wit, Which will play fast upon thee: mayst thou live To be enamoured on some stale Hay, or Matron Of fourscore, that may congeal thee to a frost Sooner than forty winters: or be wed To an insatiate Chambermaid. Defend me From thy last curse; fear not my valour. This fool shall serve both her and us for sport: Let's to our task; and if our project hit, I'll swear all fortune is comprised in wit. YOu will provoke me. No matter: Although you be my uncle, and so nature Binds me to observe you, i'll not be obliged To what the phlegmatic humour of your age Strives to enforce upon me: I was borne Free, an inheritress to an ample fortune, Of which you do pervert the use, and trust me, I'll be no longer tame and suffer it. Suffer what? you're used Too well: if you complain of this, I shall Study to be more harsh. Do; you shall not, as you had wont, Think to attire me in black Grogram, Daubed o'er with Satin lace, as if I were Daughter, and heir apparent to a Tailor, Who from the holiday Gowns of six neat fishwives Had stole the remnants made the thrifty garment. Nor shall you sir (as 'tis a frequent custom, Cause you're a worthy Alderman of a Ward.) Feed me with Custard, and perpetual White-broth, Sent from the Lord Majors, or the Shreive's feast, And here preserved ten days, (as 'twere in pickle) Till a new dinner from the common hall Supply the large defect. You'll leave this language?
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No, tis Grace, daughter to Alderman Covet. I doe commend thee my deare Don, and will Be thy assistant, goe and see thy horse drest, And then approach my chamber. Very right, I kisse your fingers end. Doe you, Valentine, know The Lady he intends to Court. Onely by report, Which speakes her most accomplish'd. Oh she'll make An excellent Asse of him: she has a wit More sharpe and piercing than a Waspes sting, she speaks All fire; each word is able to burne up A thousand such poore Mushromes: had her mother Not beene held honest, I should have believ'd She'd bin some Courtiers By-blow, or that some Quicke Poet got her. How's her feature? Rare, past expression, singular, her eyes The very sphears of love, her cheeks his throne, Her lips his paradise, and then her minde Js farre more excellent than her shape. You give her a brave Character; is't possible To have a sight of her? Yes, by my means, scarce otherwise wilt thou have her▪ Speake but a syllable, 't shall be perform'd As sure as if Don Hymen, in his robes Had ratifi'd the contract. You are merry sir. When didst thou know me otherwise: yet now In sober sadnesse friend, couldst thou affect A woman, as there's few of them worth loving, Thou canst not make a nobler choise: Ile bring thee On to the skirmish, but if thou retreat, Beat backe by th' hot Artillery of her wit, Which will play fast upon thee: maist thou live To be enamour'd on some stale Hay, or Matron Of fourescore, that may congeale thee to a frost Sooner than forty winters: or be wed To an insatiat Chamber-maid. Defend me From thy last curse; feare not my valour. This foole shall serve both her and us for sport: Lets to our taske; and if our project hit, Ile sweare all fortune is compris'd in wit. YOu will provoke me. No matter: Although you be my uncle, and so nature Binds me to observe you, ile not be oblig'd To what the phlegmaticke humour of your age Strives to enforce upon me: I was borne Free, an inheritresse to an ample fortune, Of which you doe pervert the use, and trust me, Ile be no longer tame and suffer it. Suffer what? you're us'd Too well: if you complaine of this, I shall Study to be more harsh. Doe; you shall not, as you had wont, Thinke to attire me in blacke Grogram, Daub'd o're with Sattin lace, as if I were Daughter, and heire apparent to a Tayler, Who from the holiday Gownes of sixe neat fish-wives Had stole the remnants made the thrifty garment. Nor shal you sir (as tis a frequent custome, Cause you're a worthy Alderman of a Ward.) Feed me with Custard, and perpetuall White-broth, Sent from the Lord Majors, or the Shriefes feast, And here preserv'd ten dayes, (as twere in pickle) Till a new dinner from the common hall Supply the large defect. You'll leave this language?