Lyly, John · published 1591 · first performed or written 1588 [Feb 2(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Let them sigh, and let us sing, how say you gentlewomen, are not our Masters too far in love? Their tongues happily are dipped to the root in amorous words and sweet discourses, but I think their hearts are scarce tipped on the side, with constant desires. How say you Favilla, is not love a lurcher, that taketh men's stomachs away that they cannot eat, their spleen that they cannot laugh, their hearts that they cannot fight, their eyes that they cannot sleep, and leaveth nothing but livers to make nothing but Lovers? Away peevish boy, a rod were better under thy girdle, than love in thy mouth: it will be a forward Cock that croweth in the shell. Alas good old gentlewoman, how it becometh you to be grave, Favilla though she be but a spark, yet is she fire. And you Scintilla be not much more than a spark, though you would be esteemed a flame. It were good sport to see the fight between two sparks. Let them to it, and we will warm us by their words. You are not angry Favilla? That is Scintilla, as you list to take it. That, that. This it is to be matched with girls, who coming but yesterday from making of babies, would before to morrow be accounted Matrons. I cry your Matronship mercy; because your Pantables be higher with cork, therefore your feet must needs be higher in the insteps: you will be mine elder, because you stand upon a stool, and I on the flower. Good, good. Let them alone, and see with what countenance they will become friends. Nay, you think to be the wiser, because you mean to have the last word. Step between them lest they scratch. In faith gentlewomen, seeing we came out to be merry, let not your jarring mar our jests: be friends, how say you? I am not angry, but it spited me to see how short she was. I meant nothing, till she would needs cross me. Then so let it rest. I am agreed. And I, yet I never took any thing so unkindly in my life. 'tis I have the cause, that never offered the occasion. Excellent and right like a woman. A strange sight to see water come out of fire. It is their property, to carry in their eyes, fire, and water, tears and torches, and in their mouths, honey and gall. You will be a good one if you live, but what is yonder formal fellow? Sir Tophas, sir Tophas, of whom we told you: if you be good wenches make as though you love him, and wonder at him. we will do our parts. But first let us stand aside, and let him use his garb, for all consisteth in his gracing. Epi. At hand sir. How likest thou this Martial life, where nothing but blood besprinkleth our bosoms? Let me see be our enemies' fat?
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Let them sigh, and let vs sing, how say you gentlewomen, are not our Masters too farre in loue? Their tongues happily are dipt to the roote in amorous words and sweete discourses, but I thinke their hearts are scarce tipt on the side, with constant desires. How say you Fauilla, is not loue a lurcher, that taketh mens stomacks away that they cannot eate, their spleene that they cannot laugh, their harts that they cannot fight, theyr eyes that they cannot sleepe, and leaueth nothing but lyuers to make nothing but Louers? Away peeuish boy, a rodde were better vnder thy girdle, than loue in thy mouth: it will be a forward Cocke that croweth in the shell. Alas good olde gentlewoman, how it becommeth you to be graue, Fauilla though she be but a sparke, yet is shee fyre. And you Scintilla bee not much more then a sparke, though you would be esteemed a flame. It were good sport to see the fight betweene two sparkes. Let them to it, and wee will warme vs by theyr wordes. You are not angry Fauilla? That is Scintilla, as you list to take it. That, that. This it is to be matched with girles, who comming but yesterday from making of babies, would before to morrowe be accounted Matrons. I crye your Matronship mercy; because your Pantables bee higher with corke, therefore your feete must needs be higher in the insteppes: you will be mine elder, because you stande vppon a stoole, and I on the flowre. Good, good. Let them alone, and see with what countenance they will become friendes. Nay, you thinke to bee the wyser, because you meane to haue the last worde. Step betweene them least they scratch. In faith gentlewomen, seeing wee came out to bee merry, let not your iarring marre our iestes: be friendes, how say you? I am not angry, but it spited mee to see howe short she was. I ment nothing, till she would needs crosse me. Then so let it rest. I am agreede. And I, yet I neuer tooke any thing so vnkindly in my life. Tys I haue the cause, that neuer offered the occasion. Excellent and right like a woman. A strange sight to see water come out of fire. It is their propertie, to carrie in their eyes, fire, and water, teares and torches, and in their mouthes, honie and gall. You will be a good one if you liue, but what is yonder formall fellowe? Sir Tophas, syr Tophas, of whom we tolde you: if you bee good wenches make as though you loue him, and wonder at him. Wee will doo our parts. But first let vs stand aside, and let him vse his garbe, for all consisteth in his gracing. Epi. At hand syr. How likest thou this Martiall life, where nothing but bloud besprinkleth our bosomes? Let me see be our enemies fatte?