The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 8 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
If she had a wit, Death has gone near to spoil it, Assure yourself. She was both witty, and zealous, And lighted all the Tinder o' the truth, (As one said) of Religion, in our Parish: She was too learned to live long with us! She could the Bible in the holy tongue: And read it without pricks: had all her Masoreth; Knew Burton, and his Bull; and scribe Prin-Gent! Fraesto-be-gon: and all the Pharisees. Dear Gossip, Be you gone, at this time, too, and vouchsafe To see your charge, my Niece. I shall obey If your wise Ladyship think fit: I know, To yield to my Superiors. A good woman! But when she is impertinent, grows earnest, A little troublesome, and out of season: Her love, and zeal transport her. I am glad, That any thing could port her hence. We now Have hope of dinner, after her long grace. I have brought your Ladyship a hungry Guest, here, A Soldier, and my brother Captain Ironside: Who being by custom grown a sanguinary, The solemn, and adopted son of slaughter: Is more delighted i' the chase of an enemy, An execution of three days, and nights; Than all the hope of numerous succession, Or happiness of Issue could bring to him. He is no Suitor than? So't should seem. And, if he can get pardon at heaven's hand, For all his murders, is in as good case As a new christened Infant: (his employments Continued to him, without Interruption; And not allowing him, or time, or place To commit any other sin, but those) Please you to make him welcome for a meal, Madam. The nobleness of his profession makes His welcome perfect: though your course description Would seem to fully it. Never, where a beam Of so much favour doth illustrate it, Right knowing Lady. She hath cured all well. And he hath fitted well the Compliment. Not; here they come! the prime Magnetic Guests Our Lady Loadstone so respects: the Arctic! And th' Antarctic! Sir Diaphanous Silkworm! A Courtier extraordinary; who by diet Of meats, and drinks; his temperate exercise; Choice music; frequent baths; his horary shifts Of Shirts and Waistcoats; means to immortalize Mortality itself; and makes the essence Of his whole happiness the trim of Court. I thank you Mr. Compass, for your short Encomiastic. It is much in little, Sir. Concise, and quick: the true stile of an Orator. But Mr. Practise here, my Lady's Lawyer! Or man of Law: (for that's the true writing) A man so dedicated to his profession, And the preferments go along with it; As scarce the thundering bruit of an invasion, Another eighty eight, threatening his Country With ruin; would not more work upon him, Than Syracusa's Sack, on Archimede: So much he loves that Nightcap! the Bench-gowne! With the broad Guard o'th' back! These show A man betrothed unto the study of our Laws!
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If ſhee had a wit, Death has gone neere to ſpoile it, Aſſure your ſelfe. She was both witty, and zealous, And lighted all the Tinder o' the truth, (As one ſaid) of Religion, in our Pariſh: Shee was too learn'd to live long with us! She could the Bible in the holy tongue: And reade it without pricks: had all her Maſoreth; Knew Burton, and his Bull; and ſcribe Prin-Gent! Fraeſto-be-gon: and all the Phariſees. Deare Goſſip, Be you gone, at this time, too, and vouchſafe To ſee your charge, my Neice. I ſhall obey If your wiſe Ladiſhip thinke fit: I know, To yeild to my Superiors. A good woman! But when ſhe is impertinent, growes earneſt, A litle troubleſome, and out of ſeaſon: Her love, and zeale tranſport her. I am glad, That any thing could port her hence. Wee now Have hope of dinner, after her long grace. I have brought your Ladiſhip a hungry Gueſt, here, A Souldier, and my brother Captaine Ironſide: Who being by cuſtome growne a Sanguinarie, The ſolemne, and adopted ſonne of ſlaughter: Is more delighted i' the chaſe of an enemy, An execution of three daies, and nights; Then all the hope of numerous ſucceſſion, Or happineſſe of Iſſue could bring to him. Hee is no Suitor then? So't ſhould ſeeme. And, if hee can get pardon at heavens hand, For all his murthers, is in as good caſe As a new chriſtned Infant: (his imployments Continu'd to him, without Interruption; And not allowing him, or time, or place To commit any other ſinne, but thoſe) Pleaſe you to make him welcome for a meale, Madam. The nobleneſſe of his profeſſion makes His welcome perfect: though your courſe deſcription Would ſeeme to fully it. Never, where a beame Of ſo much favour doth illuſtrate it, Right knowing Lady. She hath cur'd all well. And hee hath fitted well the Complement. No; here they come! the prime Magnetick Gueſts Our Lady Loadſtone ſo reſpects: the Artick! And th' Antartick! Sir Diaphanous Silke-worme! A Courtier extraordinary; who by diet Of meates, and drinkes; his temperate exerciſe; Choiſe muſick; frequent bathes; his horary ſhifts Of Shirts and Waſt-coats; meanes to immortalize Mortality it ſelfe; and makes the eſſence Of his whole happineſſe the trim of Court. I thanke you Mr. Compaſſe, for your ſhort Encomiaſtick. It is much in little, Sir. Conciſe, and quick: the true ſtile of an Orator. But Mr. Practiſe here, my Ladies Lawyer! Or man of Law: (for that's the true writing) A man ſo dedicate to his profeſſion, And the preferments goe along with it; As ſcarce the thundring bruit of an invaſion, Another eighty eight, threatning his Countrey With ruine; would no more worke upon him, Then Syracuſa's Sack, on Archimede: So much he loves that Night-cap! the Bench-gowne! With the broad Guard o'th back! Theſe ſhew A man betroth'd unto the ſtudy of our Lawes!