Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.82 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Leave to use me so then: Y'ave made myself, your daughter, and my woman, Sup with a pennyworth of Lettice, under Pretence 'twould make us sleep well: your full morsels (Had not the virtue of Clay wall, and Oatmeal Preserved my maid) ere this she'd been shrunk up Toth' bigness of a Squirrel. Any Dwarf might without stretching his small fingers, have Spanned me about the waste. Nor shall you, (As sure 'tis your intention) marry me To th' quondam foreman of your shop, (exalted To be your Cashkeeper) a limber fellow, Fit only for dear Nan, his schoolfellow, A grocer's daughter, borne in Bread-street, with Whom he has used to go to Pimblico, And spend ten groats in Cakes and Christian Ale, And by the way has courted her with fragments, Stolen from the learned Legends of Knights Errants, Or from the glory of her father's trade, The Knight o'the Burning Pestle. Sure the Devil Has entered her i'th' likeness of an Eel, Her tongue's so slippery: Minion— I'll not be frighted As are your Prentices, with Little ease, Or showing them the Beadle. In plain terms, I do not mean to incorporate with a Salter, Or any of those thriving trades, to have My shoes licked o'er each saturday night Byth' under prentice; they shine so brightly With soot and kitchen-stuff, that I next morning May spare my glass, and dress my head by their Greasy reflection: yet let me tell you, I must be married instantly a virgin: Of my full age, setting aside all niceness May justly claim a husband. Have but patience, i'll wed thee to a Knight. What is he, one o'th' Post sir, or some such As was in the old famous Ballad mentioned: He that has forty pounds per annum, by Which Charter I should be undutiful, And take the wall of my aged grandam: No, I'll have a Courtly gentleman, whose wit Shall equal his estate, and that so large, As't shall afford me a sufficient jointure. This Knight shall do't, or if you like not him, What say you to Sir Geoffrey Holdfast's son, The famous Scholar? If he be a Parson; And I his wife, I sure shall make my friends Lucky to horseflesh: No, I will have one That shall maintain my Coach, and four fair horses: Not such thin jades, nor such a crazy Chariot, As i've seen used by Citizens to convey Their wives with leisure to their Country houses, (For fear the late Plumpudding they had eaten Fried to their Breakfast, should with too much jogging Broil on their queasy stomachs) One that shall Maintain me a Sedan, and two strong varlets, That so I may not need the Common men Mules, With their wood-Litters, with nineteen at end of them, The usual shelters, which the Gallants carry Their wenches to their Chambers in: In brief, If you can find me anywhere a husband That I can like, I will allow your choice; If not, i'll take my own; so good day to you. Pray meditate upon it.
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Leave to use me so then: Y'ave made my selfe, your daughter, and my woman, Sup with a penyworth of Lettice, under Pretence 'twould make us sleep well: your full morsells (Had not the vertue of Clay wall, and Oatmeale Preserv'd my maid) ere this she'd bin shrunk up Toth' bignesse of a Squirrill. Any Dwarfe might without stretching his small fingers, have Spand me about the waste. Nor shall you, (As sure tis your intention) marry me To th' quondam fore-man of your shop, (exalted To be your Cash-keeper) a limber fellow, Fit onely for deare Nan, his schoole-fellow, A Grocers daughter, borne in Bread-street, with Whom he has used to goe to Pimblico, And spend ten groats in Cakes and Christian Ale, And by the way has courted her with fragments, Stoln from the learned Legends of Knights Errants, Or from the glory of her fathers trade, The Knight o'the Burning Pestle. Sure the Devill Has entred her ith' likenesse of an Eele, Her tongue's so slippery: Minion— Ile not be frighted As are your Prentises, with Little ease, Or shewing them the Beadle. In plain termes, I doe not meane to incorporate with a Salter, Or any of those thriving trades, to have My shooes lickt o're each saturday night Byth' under prentise; they shine so brightly With soot and kitching-stuffe, that I next morning May spare my glasse, and dresse my head by their Greasie reflection: yet let me tell you, I must be marry'd instantly a virgin: Of my full age, setting aside all nicenesse May justly claime a husband. Have but patience, ile wed thee to a Knight. What is hee, one oth' Post sir, or some such As was in the old famous Ballad mention'd: He that has forty pounds per annum, by Which Charter I should be undutifull, And take the wall of my ag'd Grandame: No, Ile have a Courtly gentleman, whose wit Shall equall his estate, and that so large, As't shall afford me a sufficient joyncture. This Knight shall do't, or if you like not him, What say you to Sir Geffery Holdfast's sonne, The famous Schollar? If he be a Parson; And I his wife, I sure shall make my friends Lucky to horse-flesh: No, I will have one That shall maintaine my Coach, and foure faire horses: Not such thin jades, nor such a crazy Chariot, As i've seene us'd by Citizens to convey Their wives with leisure to their Country houses, (For feare the late Plum-pudding they had eaten Fryed to their Breakfast, should with too much jogging Broyle on their queasie stomacks) One that shall Maintaine me a Sedan, and two strong varlets, That so I may not need the Common men Mules, With their wood-Litters, with nineteene at end of them, The usuall shelters, which the Gallants carry Their wenches to their Chambers in: In briefe, If you can find me any where a husband That I can like, I will allow your choyse; If not, ile take my owne; so good day to you. Pray meditate upon it.