Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1589 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
The Masculine gender is more worthy than the feminine, therefore Licio backare. That is when those two genders are at jar, but when they belong both to one thing, then. What then? Then they agree like the fiddle and the stick. Pulchrè sanè. God's blessing on thy blewe nose, but Licio, my mistress is a proper woman. ay but thou knowest neither properties. I care not for her qualities, so I may embrace her quantity. Are you so pert? I and so expert, that I can aswell tell the thoughts of a woman's heart by her eyes, as the change of the weather by an almanac. Sir boy you must not be saucy. No, but faithful and serviceable. Lock up your lips or I will lop them off. But sirrah, for thy better instructions I will unfold every wrinkle of my mistress disposition. I pray thee do. But for this time I will only handle the head and purtenance. Nothing else? Why, will not that be a long hours work to describe, that is almost a whole days work to dress? Proceed. First, she hath a head as round as a tennis ball. I would my bed were a hazard. Why? Nothing, but that I would have her head there among other balls. Video, pro Intelligo. Then hath she an hawks eye. O that I were a partridge head. To what end? That she might tire with her eyes on my countenance. Wouldst thou be hanged? Scilicet. Well, she hath the tongue of a parrot? That's a leaden dagger in a velvet sheath, to have a black tongue in a fair mouth. Tush, it is not for the blackness, but for the babbling, for every hour she will cry walk knave, walk. Then will I mutter, a rope for parrot, a rope. So mayst thou be hanged, not by the lips, but by the neck. Then sir hath she a calves tooth. O monstrous mouth! I would then it had been a sheeps eye, and a neats tongue. It is not for the bigness, but the sweetness: all her teeth are as sweet as the sweet tooth of a calf. Sweetly meant. She hath the ears of a Want. Doth she want ears? I say the ears of a Want, a Mole, thou dost want wit to understand me. She will hear though she be never so low on the ground. Why then if one ask her a question, it is likely she will hearken to it. Hearken thou after that, she hath the nose of a sow. Then belike there she wears her wedding ring. No, she can smell a knave a mile off. Let us go farther Licio, she hath both us in the wind. She hath a beetle brow. What, is she beetle browed? Thou hast a beetle head, I say the brow of a beetle, a little fly, whose brow is as black as velvet. What lips hath she? Tush, the lips are no part of the head, only made for a double leaf door for the mouth. What is then the chin?
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The Masculin gender is more worthy then the feminine, therfore Licio backare. That is when those two genders are at iarre, but when they belong both to one thing, then. What then? Then they agree like the fiddle and the stick. Pulchrè sanè. Gods blessing on thy blewe nose, but Licio, my mistres is a proper woman. I but thou knowest nother properties. I care not for her qualities, so I may embrace her quantitie. Are you so peart? I and so expert, that I can aswel tel the thoughts of a womans heart by her eyes, as the change of the weather by an almanack. Sir boy you must not be saucie. No, but faithful and seruiceable. Lock vp your lips or I wil lop them off. But sirrha, for thy better instructions I wil vnfold euery wrinkle of my mistres disposition. I pray thee doe. But for this time I wil only handle the head and purtenance. Nothing els? Why, wil not that be a long houres work to describe, that is almost a whole daies work to dresse? Proceed. First, she hath a head as round as a tennis ball. I would my bed were a hazard. Why? Nothing, but that I would haue her head there among other balles. Video, pro Intelligo. Then hath she an haukes eye. O that I were a partridge head. To what end? That she might tire with her eyes on my countenance. Wouldst thou be hanged? Scilicet. Well, she hath the tongue of a Parrat? Thats a leaden dagger in a veluette iheath, to haue a black tongue in a faire mouth. Tush, it is not for the blacknesse, but for the babling, for euerie houre she wil crie walk knaue, walke. Then will I mutter, a rope for Parrat, a rope. So maist thou be hanged, not by the lippes, but by the neck. Then sir hath she a calues tooth. O monstrous mouth! I would then it had been a sheepes eye, and a neates tongue. It is not for the bignes, but the sweetnes: all her teeth are as sweet as the sweet tooth of a calfe. Sweetly meant. She hath the eares of a Want. Doth she want eares? I say the eares of a Want, a Mole, thou dost want wit to vnderstand me. She wil heare though she be neuer so low on the grounde. Why then if one aske her a question, it is likely she wil hearken to it. Hearken thou after that, shee hath the nose of a sowe. Then belike there she weares her wedding ring. No, she can smel a knaue a mile off. Let vs go farther Licio, she hath both vs in the wind. She hath a bettle brow. What, is she beetle browed? Thou hast a beetle head, I say the brow of a beetle, a little flie, whose brow is as black as veluet. What lips hath she? Tush, the lips are no part of the head, only made for a double leafe dore for the mouth. What is then the chin?