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 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Very likely, Pray gentlemen your business. Speak for me Valentine. Ladies we're come to see you, fame does give You the attribute of fair and witty. Yet our wits you see sir will not serve to keep Fools from our company. Very right i'faith. That tartness Becomes you prettily, and might serve to fright Young linendrapers or some milliner That does with gloves and bracelets stolen from's Master court you, a haberdasher would have shaked His blockhead (as if he had been trying a Dutch Felt out) and with a shrug departed, but we are Gentlemen Ladies, and no city foremen That never dare be venturous on a beauty, Unless when wenches take them up at plays To entice them at the next licentious Tavern To spend a supper on them, we are creatures Deserve you at your best and noblest value, And so expect you'll use us. Very right, this is A country gentleman my neighbour I, A trusty and courageous country knight. I do believe you sir, your face does tell me, You're one that feed on bacon and bagpudding, Your nose by its complexion does betray Your frequent drinking country Ale with lant in't, Have you no hobnails in your boots, driven in To save the precious leather from the stones That pave the streets of London. Is not sir your Cloak new turned, the aged three piled velvet Was not your grandams petticoat this jerkin Made by your grandsire at his first translation From Clown to Gentleman, and since reserved An heir long to the family, and this sword The parish weapon? Very right again. Now for you sir. Who of two fools do yet appear the wisest, Can your ingenious noddle think that we Bred in the various pleasures of the city, Would for your sake turn beasts and graze i'th' country, We cannot milk, make wholesome cheese, nor butter, And sell it at next market and lay up Out of the precious Income as much coin In thread bare groats, mill-sixpences, and pence, As will suffice to find the house in Candles And Soap a twelvemonth after. Nor can we Spin our own smocks out of the flax which grows Behind your Dovehouse, no. nor card the wool Must make us petticoats things (to say truth) Not worth the taking up. They've Magic in their tongues They have so daunted me, I think I shall Turn fool and get me 'em without reply. All the company, We can enjoy there is each day to walk To the next farmer's wife, whose whole discourse Is what price Barley bears, or how her husband sold his last yoke of Oxen: other meetings We cannot have, except it be at Church-ales, When the sweet bagpipe does draw forth the Damsels to frisk about the May poles, or at Weddings, where the best cheer is, wholesome stewed broth made of legs of pork and turnips.
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Very likely, Pray gentlemen your businesse. Speak for me Valentine. Ladies wee'r come to see you, fame does give You the attribute of faire and witty. Yet our wits you see sir will not serve to keepe Fooles from our company. Very right yfaith. That tartnesse Becomes you prettily, and might serve to fright Young linnen-drapers or some millaner That does with gloves and bracelets stolne from's Master court you, a haberdasher would have shak'd His blocke-head (as if he had beene trying a Dutch Felt out) and with a shrug departed, but we are Gentlemen Ladies, and no city foremen That never dare be ventrous on a beauty, Unlesse when wenches take them up at playes To intice them at the next licentious Taverne To spend a supper on them, we are creatures Deserve you at your best ad noblest value, And so expect you'l use us. Very right, this is A countrey gentleman my neighbor I, A trusty and coragious country knight. I doe believe you sir, your face does tel me, You'r one that feed on bacon and bagpudding, Your nose by its complexion does betray Your frequent drinking country Ale with lant in't, Have you no hobnayls in your boots, driven in To save the precious leather from the stones That pave the streets of London. Is not sir your Cloake new turn'd, the aged three pil'd velvet Was not your grandams peticote this jerkin Made by your grandsire at his first translation From Clowne to Gentleman, and since reserv'd An heire long to the family, and this sword The parish weapon? Very right agen. Now for you sir. Who of two fooles doe yet appeare the wisest, Can your ingenious noddle thinke that we Bred in the various pleasures of the city, Would for your sake turne beasts and grase ith' country, We cannot milke, make wholsome cheese, nor butter, And sell it at next market and lay up Out of the precious Income as much coyne In thred bare groates, mill-sixpences, and pence, As will suffice to finde the house in Candles And Sope a twelve month after. Nor can wee Spin our owne smockes out of the flax which growes Behind your Dovehouse, no. nor card the wooll Must make us peticoates things (to say truth) Not worth the taking up. They've Magicke in their tounges They have so daunted me, I thinke I shall Turne foole and get me▪ 'hem without reply. All the company, We can injoy there is each day to walke To the next farmers wife, whose whole discourse Is what price Barly beares, or how her husband Sould his last yoake of Oxen: other meetings We cannot have, except it be at Churchales, When the sweet bag-pipe does draw forth the Damsells to frisquo about the May poles, o at Weddings, where the best cheare is, wholsome Stewd broth made of legs of porke and ▪