Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 491 words
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Why are you not merry then? there are but two of us in all the world, and if we should not be comforts to one another, God help us. Faith, I cannot tell Sister, but if a man had any true Melancholy in him, it would make him melancholy, to see his yeomanly father cut his neighbour's throats to make his son a Gentleman: and yet when he has cut 'em, he will see his sons throat cut too, ere he make him a true Gentleman indeed, before Death cut his own throat I must be the first Head of our house, and yet he will not give me the head, till I be made so. Is any man termed a Gentleman that is not always i'the fashion? I would know but that. If you be melancholy for that Brother, I think I have as much cause to be melancholy, as one; for I'll be sworn I live as little in the fashion, as any woman in London. By the Bible of heaven (beast that I am to say it) I have not one friend i'the world besides my husband. When saw you Master Fastidius Briske, Brother? But a while since Sister, I think, I know not well in truth. By God's lid I could sight with all my heart methinks. Nay good Brother, be not resolute. I sent him a letter, and he writes me no answer neither. Oh sweet Fastidius Brisk, O fine Courtier, thou art he mak'st me sigh and say, How blessed is that woman that hath a Courtier to her husband? and how miserable a dame she is that hath neither husband nor friend in the Court: O sweet Fastidius, O fine Courtier. How comely he bows him in his courtesy? how full he hits a woman betwixt the lips when he kisses? how upright he sits at the Table? how daintily he carves? how sweetly he talks, and tells news of this Lord, and of that Lady? how cleanly he wipes his spoon at every spoonful of any white-meat he eats, and what a near case of picktooths he carries about him still? Oh sweet Fastidius, O fine Courtier! See yonder she is Gentlemen, now (as ever you'll bear the name of musicians) touch your instruments sweetly, she has a delicate ear, I tell you, play not a false note I beseech you. Fear not signor Deliro. O begin, begin, some sprightly thing; Lord, how my imagination labours with the success of it: well said, good i'faith, heaven grant it please her, I'll not be seen, for then she'll be sure to dislike it. hay da, this is excellent, I'll lay my life this is my husband's dotage, I thought so, nay never play peekaboo with me, I know you do nothing but study how to anger me sir. Anger thee, sweet wife? why didst thou not send for musicians to supper last night thyself?
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VVhy are you not merry then? there are but two of vs in all the world, and if we should not be comforts to one another, God helpe vs. Faith, I cannot tell Sister, but if a man had any true Melancholie in him, it would make him melancholie, to see his yeomanly father cut his neighbours throats to make his sonne a Gentleman: and yet when he has cut 'hem, hee will see his sonnes throat cut too, ere he make him a true Gentleman indeed, before Death cut his owne throat▪ I must be the first Head of our house, and yet he will not giue mee the head, till I be made so. Is any man tearm'd a Gentleman that is not alwaies i'the fashion? I would know but that. If you be melancholy for that Brother, I think I haue as much cause to be melancholy, as one; for I'le be sworne I liue as little in the fashion, as any woman in London. By the Bible of heauen (beast that I am to say it) I haue not one friend i'the world besides my husband. VVhen saw you Maister Fastidius Briske, Brother? But a while since Sister, I thinke, I know not well in truth. By Gods lid I could sight with all my heart me thinkes. Nay good Brother, be not resolute. I sent him a letter, and hee writes mee no answere neither. Oh sweet Fastidius Briske, O fine Courtier, thou a hee mak'st me sigh and say, How blessed is that woman that hath a Courtier to her husband? and how miserable a dame she is that hath neither husband nor friend in the Court: O sweet Fastidius, O fine Courtier. How comely hee bowes him in his courtesie? how full hee hits a woman betwixt the lips when hee kisses? how vpright hee sits at the Table? how daintily hee carues? how sweetly hee talkes, and tels newes of this Lord, and of that Ladie? how cleanely hee wipes his spoon at euery spoonfull of any whit-meat hee eats, and what a near case of picketooths hee carries about him still? Oh sweet Fastidius, O sine Courtier! See yonder shee is Gentlemen, now (as euer you'le beare the name of Musitians) touch your instruments sweetly, shee has a delicate eare, I tell you, play not a false note I beseech you. Fear not Signior Deliro. O begin, begin, some sprightly thing; Lord, how my imagination labours with the successe of it: well said, good yfaith, heauen graunt it please her, I'le not bee seene, for then shee'le be sure to dislike it. Hey da, this is excellent, I'le lay my life this is my husbands dotage, I thought so, nay neuer play peeke-boe with me, I know you do nothing but studie how to anger me sir. Anger thee, sweet wife? why didst thou not send for Musitians to supper last night thy selfe?