Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 502 words
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O, she cannot but affirm that, out of the Bounty of her judgement. Nay out of doubt he does well, for a Gentleman to imitate; but I warrant you, he becomes his Natural carriage of the Gentleman, much better than his Clownery. 'Tis strange in truth, her Ladyship should see so far into him. ay, is't not. Faith as easily as may be: not Decipher him, quoth you? Good sadness, I wonder at it. Why, has she Deciphered him, Gentlemen? O most miraculously, and beyond Admiration. Is't possible? She hath given most infallible signs of the Gentleman in him, that's certain. Why Gallants, let me laugh at you a little: was this your device, to try my judgement in a Gentleman? Nay Lady, do not scorn us, though you have this gift of Perspicacy above others: What if he should be no Gentleman now, but a Clown indeed Lady? How think you of that? would not your Ladyship be out of your Humour? O, but she knows it is not so. What if he were not a man, ye may as well say? nay if your Worships could Gull me so indeed, you were wiser than you are taken for. In good faith Lady, he is a very perfect Clown, both by Father and Mother: that I'll assure you. O Sir, you are very pleasurable. Nay, do but look on his Hand, and that shall resolve you: Look you Lady, what a Palm here is. Tut, that was with holding the Plough. The Plough! did you discern any such thing in him madam? Faith no, she saw the Gentleman as bright as at noonday she: she deciphered him at first. Troth I am sorry your ladyships sight should be so suddenly struck. O, you're goodly Beagles! What, is she gone? Nay stay sweet Lady; Que Novelles, Que Novelles. Out, you fool you. she's out of her Humour i'faith. Nay, let's follow it while 'tis hot Gentlemen. Come, on mine Honour we'll make her blush in the Presence: my spleen is great with laughter. Your laughter will be a child of a feeble life I believe sir. Come signor, your looks are too dejected methinks: why mix you not mirth with the rest? By God's will this Suit frets me at the Soul. I'll have it altered tomorrow sure. I am come to the Court to meet with my Countenance Sogliardo: poor men must be glad of such Countenance, when they can get no better. Well, Need may insult upon a man, but it shall never make him despair of Consequence: The world will say, 'tis base; tush, base! 'tis base to live under the earth, not base to live above it, by any means. The poor Lady is most miserably out of her Humour i'faith. There was never so witty a jest broken at the Tilt, of all the Court wits christened. O, this applause taints it foully. I think I did my part in Courting. O Resolution! ay me, my Dog.
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O, shee cannot but affirme that, out of the Bountie of her Iudgement. Nay out of doubt hee does well, for a Gentleman to imitate; but I warrant you, he becomes his Naturall carriage of the Gentleman, much better than his Clownerie. 'Tis straunge in truth, her Ladiship should see so farre into him. I, is't not. Faith as easily as may bee: not Decipher him, quoth you? Good sadnesse, I wonder at it. VVhy, has shee Decipher'd him, Gentlemen? O most miraculously, and beyond Admiration. Is't possible? Shee hath giuen most infallible signes of the Gentleman in him, that's certaine. VVhy Gallants, let me laugh at you a little: was this your deuice, to try my judgement in a Gentleman? Nay Ladie, doe not scorne vs, though you haue this gift of Perspicacie aboue others: VVhat if he should be no Gentleman now, but a Clowne indeed Ladie? How thinke you of that? would not your Ladiship be out of your Humour? O, but she knowes it is not so. VVhat if he were not a man, yee may as well say? nay if your VVorships could Gull me so indeed, you were wiser than you are taken for. In good faith Ladie, hee is a verie perfect Clowne, both by Father and Mother: that I'le assure you. O Sir, you are very pleasurable. Nay, do but looke on his Hand, and that shall resolue you: Looke you Ladie, what a Palme here is. Tut, that was with holding the Plough. The Plough! did you discerne any such thing in him Madame? Faith no, she saw the Gentleman as bright as at noonday shee: she decipher'd him at first. Troth I am sorrie your Ladiships sight should be so suddainly strooke. O, you're goodly Beagles! VVhat, is shee gone? Nay stay sweet Ladie; Que Novelles, Que Novelles. Out, you foole you. Shee's out of her Humor yfaith. Nay, let's follow it while 'tis hot Gentlemen. Come, on mine Honour wee'le make her blush in the Presence: my splene is great with laughter. Your laughter will be a child of a feeble life I beleeue sir. Come Signior, your lookes are too dejected me thinkes: why mixe you not mirth with the rest? By Gods will this Sute frets me at the Soule. I'le haue it alter'd to morrow sure. I am come to the Court to meet with my Countenance Sogliardo: poore men must be glad of such Countenance, when they can get no better. VVel, Need may insult vpon a man, but it shall neuer make him despaire of Consequence: The world will say, 'tis base; tush, base! 'tis base to liue vnder the earth, not base to liue aboue it, by any meanes. The poore Lady is most miserably out of her Humour yfaith. There was neuer so wittie a jeast broken at the Tilt, of all the Court wits christen'd. O, this applause taints it fowly. I thinke I did my part in Courting. O Resolution! Aye me, my Dogge.