Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 485 words
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You're full of Candour; if you will love me Lady, I'll approach your ears, Not in a garb Domestic, or terms vulgar, But hourly change my language, court you now, In the Chaldean, or Arabic tongues, Expound the Talmud to you, and the rabbins, Then read the Dialect of the Alanites, Or Ezion Gebor, which the people use Five leagues beyond the Sunrising, in stead Of pages to attend you, I will bring Sects of Philosophers and quaint Logicians, we'll Procreate by learned art, and I Will generate new broods of Scholars on you, Which shall defend opinions far more various Than all the Sectaries of Amsterdam Have ever vented. Learned, learned young man, How happy am I in thee? Do but love, I'll call the Muses from the sacred hill To Enucleat your beauty: I myself (After in loftier numbers I have sung Your famed Encomiums) will convert to poet, And for your sake I'll write the city annals, In famous meeter which shall far surpass Sir Guy of Warwick's history: or Iohn Stows upon The custard with the four and twenty Nooks At my Lord Major's feast. How am I ravished! Whose brave show hereafter Shall be no more set forth with stalking pageants, Nor children ride for angels nor loud actors Pronounce bold speeches, I will teach his Henehboyes Sergeants and trumpeters to act and save The city all that charges: Nay I'll make a new Found engine; which without fire shall keep his white-broth warm till his return from Westminster Nor shall the Aldermen's daughters, who have Dreamt at least six nights before of guilded Marchpane, forfeit their serious longing: I'll have Horses with their Saint George's on them, that shall gallop Into their handkerchers. You promise wonders. Hold your tongue, he's able To perform more by's learning. The cross And standard in Cheapside I will convert To Hercules' pillars: and the little conduit That weeps in lamentation for the Church, Removed that did lean on, it shall be still Like the great tun at Heidelberg filled with wine, And always running, that the prentices Shall not on Sundays need to frequent Taverns, And forfeit their indentures. Still more miraculous. The great conduit Shall be a magazine of sack, and Smithfield A Romish Cirque or Grecian Hippodrom, My Lord mayor's jennet shall not die without An Elegy, nor any citizen break, But have a doleful ditty writ upon him. Save you gentlemen. Noble sir Timothy, and your friend both Welcome, this is my niece, & that my daughter, pray Be pleased to know them, Sir honour me to walk, I'd have some private conference with you, The house sir Timothy is at your command. Cosen what would these gentlemen? Truth I know not, I'll venture my discretion to his nose there, And that appears a rich one, they are two Country Idiots whom thy father would Put upon us for husbands.
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Y'are full of Candor; Jf you will love me Lady▪ ile approach your eares, Not in a garbe Domesticke, or termes vulgar, But hourely change my language, court you now, In the Chaldean, or Arabicke tongues, Expound the Talmud to you, and the Rabbines, Then read the Dialect of the Alanits, Or Ezion Gebor, which the people use Five leagues beyond the Sun-rising, in stead Of pages to attend you, I will bring Sects of Philosophers and queint Logicians, Weel Procreat by learned art, and I Will generate new broods of Schollers on you, Which shall defend opinions far more various Then all the Sectaries of Amsterdam Have ever vented. Learned, learned young man, How happy am I in thee? Doe but love, Ile call the Muses from the sacred hill To Enucleat your beauty: I my selfe (After in loftier numbers I have sung Your fam'd Encomiums) will convert to poet, And for your sake Ile write the city annals, In famous meter which shall far surpasse Sir Guy of Warwickes history: or Iohn Stows upon The custard with the foure and twenty Nooks At my Lord Majors feast. How am I ravisht! Whose brave show hereafter Shall be no more set forth with stalking pageants, Nor children ride for angels nor lowd actors Pronounce bold speeches, I will teach his Henehboyes Serjeants and trumpeters to act and save The city all that charges: Nay Ile make a new Found engin; which without fire shall keepe his Whitebroath warm til his return from Westminster Nor shall the Aldermens daughters, who have Dreamt at least six nights before of guilded Marchpane, forfeit their serious longing: Ile have Horses with their Saint Georges on them, that shall gallop Into their handkerchers. You promise wonders. Hold your tongue, hees able To performe more by's learning. The crosse And standerd in Cheapeside I will convert To Hercules pillars: and the little conduit That weepes in lamentation for the Church, Remov'd that did leane on, it shall be still Like the great tun at Heidleberge sild with wine, And alwayes running, that the prentises Shall not on Sundayes need to frequent Tauerns, And forfeit their indentures. Still more miraculous. The great conduit Shall be a magezin of sacke, and Smithfield A Romish Cirque or Grecian Hippodrom, My Lord Maiors gennet shall not die without An Elegy, nor any cittizen breake, But have a dolefull ditty writ upon him. Save you gentlemen. Noble sir Timothy, and your friend both Welcome, this is my neice, & that my daughter, pray Be pleas'd to know them, Sir honor me to walke, I'de have some private conference with you, The house sir Timothy is at your command. Cosen what would these gentlemen? Truth I know not, Ile venture my discretion to his nose there, And that appeares a rich one, they are two Country Ideots whom thy father would Put upon us for husbands.