Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 15 of 66
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1600 [1600-1601] (Annals) satire · Children of the Chapel (second) T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.78 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
BOy. Sir. Are any of the ladies in the presence? None yet, sir. Give me some gold, more. Is that thy boy, HEDON? ay, what think'st thou of him? S'hart, I'd geld him; I warrant he has the philosopher's stone. Well said, my good melancholy devil: Sirrah, I have devised one or two of the prettiest oaths (this morning in my bed) as ever thou heard'st, to protest withal in the presence. Pray thee, let's hear 'em. Soft, thou'lt use 'em afore me. No (damn me then) I have more oaths than I know how to utter, by this air. Faith, one is, by the tip of your ear, sweet lady. Is't not pretty, and gentile? Yes, for the person 'tis applied to, a lady. It should be light, and— Nay, the other is better, exceeds it much: the invention is farther set too. By the white valley that lies between the Alpine hills of your bosom, I protest— etc. Well, you travelled for that, HEDON. ay, in a map, where his eyes were but blind guides to his understanding, it seems. And then I have a salutation will nick all, by this caper: hay! How is that? You know I call madame PHILAUTIA, my Honour; and she calls me her Ambition. Now, (when I meet her in the presence anon) I will come to her, and say, sweet Honour, I have hitherto contented my sense with the lilies of your hand, but now I will taste the roses of your lip; and (withal) kiss her: to which she cannot but blushingly answer, nay, now you are too ambitious. And then do I reply; I cannot be too ambitious of honour, sweet lady. will't not be good? ha? ha? O, assure your soul. By heaven, I think 'twill be excellent, and a very politic achievement of a kiss. I have thought upon one for MORIA, of a sudden too, if it take. What is't, my dear invention? marry, I will come to her, (and she always wears a muff, if you be remembered) and I will tell her, Madame, your whole self cannot but be perfectly wise: for your hands have wit enough to keep themselves warm. Now, (before JOVE) admirable! look, thy page takes it too, by Phaebus, my sweet facetious rascal, I could eat water-gruel with thee a month, for this jest, my dear rogue. O, (by HERCULES) 'tis your only dish, above all your potatoes, or oyster-pies in the world. I have ruminated upon a most rare wish too, and the prophecy to it, but I'll have some friend to be the prophet; as thus: I do wish myself one of my mistress Cioppini. Another demands, Why would he be one of his Mistress Cioppini? A third answers, Because he would make her higher. A fourth shall say, That will make her proud. And a fifth shall conclude: Then do I prophecy, pride will have a fall, and he shall give it her.
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BOy. Sir. Are any of the ladies in the presence? None yet, sir. Giue me some gold, more. Is that thy boy, HEDON? I, what think'st thou of him? S'hart, Il'd geld him; I warrant he has the philosophers stone. Well said, my good melancholy deuill: Sirrah, I haue deuisde one or two of the prettiest othes (this morning in my bed) as euer thou heard'st, to protest withall in the presence. Pray thee, let's heare 'hem. Soft, thou'lt vse 'hem afore me. No (dam' me then) I haue more othes then I know how to vtter, by this ayre. Faith, one is, by the tip of your eare, sweet ladie. Is't not prettie, and gentile? Yes, for the person 'tis applyed to, a ladie. It should bee light, and— Nay, the other is better, exceeds it much: the inuention is farder set too. By the white valley that lies betweene the Alpine hils of your bosome, I protest—&c. Well, you trauel'd for that, HEDON. I, in a map, where his eyes were but blinde guides to his vnderstanding, it seemes. And then I haue a salutation will nicke all, by this caper: hay! How is that? You know I call madame PHILAVTIA, my Honour; and shee cals me her Ambition. Now, (when I meet her in the presence anon) I will come to her, and say, sweet Honour, I haue hitherto contented my sense with the lillies of your hand, but now I will taste the roses of your lip; and (withall) kisse her: to which she cannot but blushingly answere, nay, now you are too ambitious. And then doe I reply; I cannot bee too ambitious of honour, sweet ladie. Wil't not be good? ha? ha? O, assure your soule. By heauen, I thinke 'twill bee excellent, and a verie politike atchiuement of a kisse. I haue thought vpon one for MORIA, of a sodaine too, if it take. What is't, my deare inuention? Mary, I will come to her, (and shee alwayes weares a muffe, if you bee remembred) and I will tell her, Madame, your whole selfe cannot but be perfectly wise: for your hands haue wit enough to keepe themselues warme. Now, (before IOVE) admirable! looke, thy page takes it too, by Phbus, my sweet facetious rascall, I could eate water-gruell with thee a moneth, for this iest, my deare rogue. O, (by HERCVLES) 'tis your onely dish, aboue all your potato's, or oyster-pyes in the world. I haue ruminated vpon a most rare wish too, and the prophecie to it, but Ile haue some friend to be the prophet; as thus: I doe wish my selfe one of my mistresse Cioppini. Another demands, Why would he be one of his Mistresse Cioppini? A third answeres, Because he would make her higher. A fourth shall say, That will make her proud. And a fifth shall conclude: Then doe I prophecie, pride will haue a fall, and he shall giue it her.