Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Are these the maidens, I promise you master Alderman they're virgins of good feature, and I shall Be well apaid if my son match to either, Which lik'st thou best boy? Both of them good father, Be not so troublesome, but let me take A view of them: Sir Timothy which do you Like best of these two Ladies? Which do you Like best good Mr. Holdfast. Yours shall be The choice noble Sir Timothy. Yours indeed, Magnanimous Mr. Holdfast. On my gentility yours. Yours on my knighthood. Good sir Timothy, No striving, they are free for you, and for The stain those idle gallants put upon them, 'twas on my credit gentlemen to keep All other suitors off, in hope by that means To obtain them for themselves. 'tis very likely That Valentine's a wag. Daughter and niece, This hopeful gentleman, and this good knight are By my care provided for your husbands, pray use Them as befits their worth, and take it As a fatherly admonition; either resolve To marry these or none. 'tis a hard choice sir, Yet rather than our maidenheads shall starve, we'll feed on this course fare, young wench's uncle, Are like young hungry Hawks: they'll stoop at Jackdaws, when they can meet with no better prey, Draw nearer thou doughty knight, and thou good Squire o'th' damsels, Uncle these youths are bashful in the Presence of you two their grave Elders: your grim beards, And azure notes able are to fright Their precise love to silence. she's i'th' right, I'm such a fearful fool I cannot speak, If anybody look on me. Let's withdraw, Now ply thy business boy. So now the game Will begin presently: I pray you tell me Which of you is the valiant Rosicleer, Dares break his Lance on me. Marry that would I If I durst be so bold, mine is a stiff one, And will prick sorely. A fool's babble is't not? But come in brief toth' purpose: is it you Sir knight of the ill favoured face, That would have me for your Dulcina? Very right, You know my mind as well it seems as if You're in my belly. So then you are sped: This gentleman's my comely spouse that must be, 'twere fitting Cosen Clare er't be a bargain, They know on what conditions they do cast Themselves away upon us. 'twas discreetly Thought on, I would do nothing rashly. Mark then You men that will transform yourselves to Monsters, wretches that will become so miserable, You'll hang yourselves: & think it a fair rid dance, Mark what you'll come to, if you be so mad, So desperate mad to wed us, you must first, Resolve like patient gulls to have your noses twinged if ours chance to itch: your ears like asses When they grow lazy cropped, lest they o'erhear Our chamber secrets, for our recreation, And lest with too much ease we should grow resty, we'll beat you daily: while you like tame Spaniels, Shall fawn and lick our shoestrings.
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Are these the maidens, I promise you master Alderman the'r virgins of good feature, and I shall Be well apaid if my sonne match to either, Which lik'st thou best boy? Both of them good father, Be not so troublesome, but let me take A view of them: Sir Timothy which doe you Like best of these two Ladies? Which doe you Like best good Mr. Holdfast. Yours shall be The choyce noble Sir Timothy. Yours indeed, Magnanimous Mr. Holdfast. On my gentility yours. Yours on my knighthood. Good sir Timothy, No striving, they are free for you▪ and for The staine those idle gallants put upon them, Twas on my credit gentlemen to keepe All other suitors off, in hope by that meanes To obtaine them for themselves. Tis very likely That Valentine's a wagge. Daughter and neice, This hopefull gentleman, and this good knight are By my care provided for your husbands, pray use Them as befits their worth, and take it As a fatherly admonition; either resolve To marry these or none. Tis a hard choyce sir, Yet rather then our maiden-heads shall starve, Weel feed on this course fare, young wenches uncle, Are like young hungry Hawkes: they'l stoope at Jack-daws, when they can meet with no better prey, Draw neerer thou doughty knight, and thou good Squire oth' damsells, Uncle these youthes are bashfull in the Presence of you two their grave Elders: your grim beards, And azure notes able are to fright Their precise love to silence. Shees ith' right, Ime scuh a fearefull foole I cannot speake, If any body looke on me. Let's withdraw, Now plye thy businesse boy. So now the game Will begin presently: I pray you tell me Which of you is the valiant Rosicleer, Dares breake his Launce on me. Marry that would I If I durst be so bold, mine is a stiffe one, And will pricke sorely. A fooles bable ist not? But come in briefe toth' purpose: is it you Sir knight of the ill favored face, That would have me for your Dulcina? Very right, You know my minde as well it seemes as if You'r in my belly. So then you are sped: This gentleman's my comely spouse that must be, Twere fitting Cosen Clare ert be a bargaine, They know on what conditions they doe cast Themselves away upon us. Twas discreetly Thought on, I would doe nothing rashly. Marke then You men that will transforme your selves to Monsters, wretches that will become so miserable, You'l hang your selves: & think it a faire rid dance, Marke what youl come to, if you be so mad, So desperate mad to wed us, you must first, Resolve like patient gulls to have your noes Twingd if ours'chance to itch: your eares like asses When they grow lasie cropt, least they oreheare Our chamber secrets, for our recreation, And least with too much ease we should grow resty, Weel beat you daily: while you like tame Spanells, Shall fawne and licke our shooe-strings.