The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 9 of 32
Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1630(?)-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 467 words
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I thought you came to see my daughter. That may be too, sweet Lady, pray uncase me, I honour your fair daughter; for I know, As well as another, what belongs to a Gentlewoman: She's not the first, sweet Lady, I'have loved I'th' way of matrimony. Were you ever married? Sweet Sir, no; all men are not alike. For some are fools. Sweet Sir, I do confess it: But wit is never goodwill it be bought. They say there are good wits in town, I ha' brought money a purpose wi' me for it; If any will sell me a pennyworth, I'll Give him a hundred pieces, 'cause I would carry A little down into the Country. Is there A dearth, Sir, in your Country? Sweet Sir, no; There's plenty. Of wild oats; I heard you had much To sow still. My servants have, sweet Sir; but 'tis all one; This Lady shall be Lord o' the Soil: I won't Give any man six pence for a bushel o' money; I am a Gentleman, my father was A Yeoman; but sweet Lady, howsoever I'm yours, and every limb is at your service; My hands shall walk, my feet shall run. Away, away. By this gold they shall. He keeps his oath. Not run? my Grandfather was a Nobleman Footman, and indeed he run his country; my father did out run the Constable. And he, sweet Lady, being his father's issue, must run naturally. If I live. He'll run himself out of all. Not run, sweet Lady? If you have occasion to use me, I won't stand upon my feet. No, Sir. Nay, I won't stand upon my head, sweet Lady, to do you courtesy. That were the clean contrary way. Please you, a sorry dinner stays for you. Sweet Lady, I am your servant: will this Gentleman dine with us? I'll prevail with Master Hartwell. Do ye know what you ha' done? he's you rival, invite him? Sweet Sir, I invite nobody, if you love anybody here? What then? Sweet Sir, I sha'not take it kindly, I do not use to quarrel. But when you're beaten: lay him o'er the face, he sha'not wrong you. Sweet Sir, 'tis dinner time: fair Lady: I had a great mind to have him beaten; But he's not valiant, but at meals; would I Were hired to beat him handsomely after dinner, And make him thank me for't; I'll have a plot Upon your precious body, my sweet Sir. You tell me wonders, Sir. I tell you truth: Alas, you know I have no ends of profit, I practise not for wealth. You're virtuous; For that you were commended, Sir, to me: You have a conscience, and won't take Fees for a compliment, nor make poor your friends, To enrich Apothecaries.
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I thought you came to see my daughter. That may be too, sweet Lady, pray uncase me, I honour your faire daughter; for I know, As well as another, what belongs to a Gentlewoman: She's not the first, sweet Lady, I'have lov'd I'th' way of matrimony. Were you married? Sweet Sir, no▪ all men are not alike. For some are fooles. Sweet Sir, I do confesse it: But wit is neuer goodwill it be bought. They say there are good wits in towne, I ha brought money a purpose mee for it; If any will sell me a penny-worth, I'll Give him a hundred peeces, 'cause I would carrie A little downe into the Countrey. Is there A dearth, Sir, in your Countrey? Sweet Sir, no; There's plentie. Of wild oats; I heard you had much To sow still. My servants have, sweet Sir; but 'tis all one; This Lady shall be Lord o' the Soyle: I wo'not Give any man six pence for a bushell o' money; I am a Gentleman, my father was A Yeoman; but sweet Lady, howsoever I'm yours, and everie limb is at your service; My hands shall walk, my feet shall run. Away, away. By this gold they shall. He keeps his oath. Not run? my Grandfather was a Nobleman Foot-man, and indeed he run his countrey; my father did out the Constable. And he, sweet Lady, being his fathers issue, must run naturally. If I live. He'll run himselfe out of all. Not run, sweet Lady▪ If you have occasion to use me, I wo'not stand upon my feet. No, Sir. Nay, I wo'not stand upon my head, sweet Lady, to doe you courtesie. That were the cleane contrarie way. Please you, a sorrie dinner stayes for you. Sweet Lady, I am your servant: will this Gentleman dine with us? I'll prevaile with Master Hartwell. Do yee know what you ha done? he's you rivall, invite him? Sweet Sir, I invite no body, if you love any body here? What then? Sweet Sir, I shannot take it kindly, I do not use to quarrel. But when y'are beaten: lay him o're the face, hee sha'not wrong you. Sweet Sir, 'tis dinner time: faire Lady: I had a great mind to have him beaten; But he's not valiant, but at meales; would I Were hired to beat him handsomely after dinner, And make him thank me for't; I'll have a plot Upon your precious body, my sweet Sir. You tell me wonders, Sir. I tell you truth: Alas, you know I have no ends of profit, I practise not for wealth. Y'are vertuous; For that you were commended, Sir, to me: You have a conscience, and wo'not take Fees for a complement, nor make poore your friends, To enrich Apothecaries.