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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Master Busy, You seem of sage discretion: and to say Truth, I conceive you have the stock of wit Belonging to the city in your custody, You are the chamber of London, where that treasure Is hoarded up, and I do hope you can Be true and secret. How's that Lady? I were unworthy else to thrive by linen, Could I not keep smock secrets for your uncle, Your father mistress Grace, I care not for him, Although he be right worshipful and an Alderman, As I may say to you he has no more Wit than the rest o'th' bench: what lies in's thumb-ring, Yet I do love you dearly for the kindness Shown to my girl here, and because you have Some flashes in your brains: and since you have Opened the case to me, ere we proceed To sentence, tell me seriously do not you two Love Valentine, and Freewit? For my own part, And I dare say as much too for my cosen, Their memories are as distant from our hearts, As civil honesty from theirs. And though I well could like that Freewit for a husband, Yet in mere spite because he shall not have me, I'll wed the next man's offered me. How's that? I would my wife were dead; two comely lasses, Such as sometimes I light on in my watch, would make fit wives for such rude sparks, and 'tshall Go hard but I will for your sakes sweet beauties, Number a brace of such sound curtel to them, If you'll give way to it. And crown thee for The king of witty Constables use our names, Or any thing to draw them forward, that we may in triumph laugh at their disgrace, And we'll procure a patent, to continue Thy office to thee, during life: and after To hire some ingenious poet that shall keep Thy fame alive in a brave Epitaph Graved on thy marble. What varlet should that be trow? Truth I know not, Nor can conjecture, yet I do believing Him to be truly yours, because attired Ith' habit and the phrase of a right Scholar, And for your son, pardon me master Holdfast, I took you for some lewd audacious varlet, That had usurped that title. I imagine It was some bastard of my fathers, gotten In youth upon his tailor's wife or Laundress, He has good store of them, but master Alderman You now conceive I me son and heir apparent Unto the Holdfasts, whosoever got me, That's not much matter. How's that, anon before I set my watch, I'll visit you again: meantime, pray give my Daughter Luce leave to come home, her sister Poor wretched, is troubled with a pain i'th' Bottom o'th' body, pricks even to her very heart, And I would have Luce go toth' Pothecaries, And get some bezar stone, they say 'twill cure her. Farewell good Ladies, you'll be sure to come Luce.
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Master Busie, You seeme of sage discretion: and to say Truth, I conceive you have the stocke of wit Belonging to the city in your custody, You are the chamber of London, where that treasure Is hoarded up, and I doe hope you can Be true and secret. How's that Lady? I were unworthy else to thrive by linnen, Could I not keepe smocke secrets for your uncle, Your father mistris Grace, I care not for him, Although he be right worshipful and an Alderman, As I may say to you he has no Wit then the rest oth' bench: what lies in's thumbe-ring, Yet I doe love you deerely for the kindnesse Shown to my girle here, and because you have Some flashes in your braines: and since you have Opend the case to me, ere we proceed To sentence, tell me seriously doe not you two Love Valentine, and Freewit? For my owne part, And I dare say as much too for my cosen, Their memories are as distant from our hearts, As civill honesty from theirs. And though I well could like that Freewit for a husband, Yet in mere spight because he shal not have me, Ile wed the next mans offered me. How's that? I would my wife were dead; two comely lasses, Such as sometimes I light on in my watch, would make fit wives for such rude sparks, and t'shal Goe hard but I will for your sakes sweete beauties, Number a brace of such sound utell to them, If you'l give way to it. And crowne thee for The king of witty Constables use our names, Or any thing to draw them forward, that Wee may in triumph laugh at their disgrace, And weel procure a pattent, to continue Thy office to thee, during life: and after To hire some ingenious poet that shall keepe Thy fame alive in a brave Epitaph Grav'd on thy marble. What varlet should that be trow? Truth I know not, Nor can conjecture, yet I Him to be truely yours, because attird Ith' habit and the phrase of a right Scholler, And for your sonne, pardon me master Holdfast, I tooke you for some lewd audacious varlet, That had usurpt that title. I imagine It was some bastard of my fathers, gotten In youth upon his Taylors wife or Landresse, He has good store of them, but master Alderman You now conceive I me son and heire apparent Unto the Holdfasts, whosoever got me, That's not much matter. How's that, anon before I set my watch, Ile visit you agen: meanetime, pray give my Daughter Luce leave to come home, her sister Poore wretched, is troubled with a paine ith' Bottome oth' body, pricks even to her very heart, And I would have Luce goe toth' Pothecaries, And get some Besar stone, they say 'twill cure her. Farewell good Ladies, you'l be sure to come Luce.