Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 499 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
What? will he give her music? A second good morrow to my fair mistress. Fair servant, I'll thank you a day hence, when the date of your salutation comes forth. How, like you that answer? is't not admirable? I were a simple courtier, if I could not admire trifles, sir. Troth, sweet lady, I shall be prepared to give you thanks for those thanks, and study more officious, and obsequious regards to your fair beauties. mend the pipe, boy. I ne'er knew tobacco taken as a parenthesis, before. Fore god (sweet lady) believe it, I do honour the meanest rush in this chamber, for your love. I, you need not tell me that, sir, I do think, you do prize a rush, before my love. Is this the wonder of nations? O, by this air, pardon me, I said, for your love, by this light: but it is the accustomed sharpness of your ingenuity, sweet mistress, to— Mass your viol's new strung, methinks. Ingenuity. I see his ignorance will not suffer him to slander her, which he had done most notably, if he had said wit, for ingenuity, as he meant it. By the soul of music, lady (hum, hum.) Would we might hear it once. I do more adore, and admire your (hum, hum) predominant perfections, than (hum, hum) ever I shall have power, and faculty to express (hum.) Upon the viol de Gamba, you mean? It's miserably out of tune, by this hand. Nay, rather by the fingers. It makes good harmony with her wit. Sweet lady, tune it. Boy, some tobacco. Tobacco again? he does court his mistress with very exceeding good changes. signor MACILENTE, you take none, sir? No, unless I had a Mistress, signor, it were a great indecorum for me to take tobacco. How like you her wit? Her ingenuity is excellent, sir. You see the subject of her sweet fingers, there? Oh, she tickles it so, that she makes it laugh most divinely; I'll tell you a good jest now, and yourself shall say it's a good one: I have wished myself to be that instrument (I think) a thousand times, and not so few, by heaven Not unlike, sir: but how? to be cased up, and hung by on the wall? O, no, sir, to be in use I assure you; as your judicious eyes may testify. Here, servant, if you will play, come. Instantly, sweet lady. In good faith, here's most divine tobacco! Nay, I cannot stay to dance after your pipe. Good! nay, dear lady, stay: by this sweet smoke, I think your wit be all fire. And, he's the Salamander belongs to it. Is your tobacco perfumed, servant? that you swear by the sweet smoke? Still more excellent! (before heaven, and these bright lights) I think you are made of ingenuity, I. True, as your discourse is: O abominable! Will your ladyship take any? O, peace I pray you; I love not the breath of a woodcocks head.
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What? will he giue her musicke? A second good morrow to my faire mistresse. Faire seruant, I'le thanke you a day hence, when the date of your salutation comes forth. How, like you that answere? is't not admirable? I were a simple courtier, if I could not admire trifles, sir. Troth, sweet ladie, I shall be prepar'd to giue you thanks for those thankes, and studie more officious, and obsequious regards to your faire beauties. mend the pipe, boy. I ne're knew tabacco taken as a parenthesis, before. Fore god (sweete ladie) beleeue it, I doe honour the meanest rush in this chamber, for your loue. I, you need not tell mee that, sir, I doe thinke, you doe prize a rush, before my loue. Is this the wonder of nations? O, by this ayre, pardon me, I said, for your loue, by this light: but it is the accustomed sharpnesse of your ingenuitie, sweete mistresse, to—Masse your violl's new strung, methinkes. Ingenuitie. I see his ignorance will not suffer him to slander her, which he had done most notably, if he had said wit, for ingenuitie, as he meant it. By the soule of musicke, ladie (hum, hum.) Would we might heare it once. I doe more adore, and admire your (hum, hum) predominant perfections, then (hum, hum) euer I shall haue power, and facultie to expresse (hum.) Vpon the violl de Gambo, you meane? It's miserably out of tune, by this hand. Nay, rather by the fingers. It makes good harmonie with her wit. Sweet ladie, tune it. Boy, some tabacco. Tabacco againe? he do's court his mistresse with verie exceeding good changes. Signior MACILENTE, you take none, sir? No, vnlesse I had a Mistresse, signior, it were a great indecorum for me to take tabacco. How like you her wit? Her ingenuitie is excellent, sir. You see the subiect of her sweet fingers, there? Oh, shee tickles it so, that shee makes it laugh most diuinely; I'le tell you a good iest now, and yourselfe shall say it's a good one: I haue wisht my selfe to be that instrument (I thinke) a thousand times, and not so few, by heauen Not vnlike, sir: but how? to be cas'd vp, and hung by on the wall? O, no, sir, to be in vse I assure you; as your iudicious eyes may testifie. Here, seruant, if you will play, come. Instantly, sweet ladie. In good faith, here's most diuine tabacco! Nay, I cannot stay to dance after your pipe. Good! nay, deare ladie, stay: by this sweete smoake, I thinke your wit be all fire. And, hee's the Salamander belongs to it. Is your tabacco perfum'd, seruant? that you sweare by the sweet smoke? Still more excellent! (before heauen, and these bright lights) I thinke you are made of ingenuitie, I. True, as your discourse is: Ô abominable! Will your ladiship take any? O, peace I pray you; I loue not the breath of a woodcockes head.