Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 34 of 66
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1600 [1600-1601] (Annals) satire · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
How? most ambiguous beauty? love you? that I will by this handkercher. 'Slid, he draws his oaths out of his pocket. But, will you be constant? Constant, Madam? I will not say for constantness, but by this purse (which I would be loath to swear by, unless 'twere embroidered) I protest (more than most fair lady) you are the only, absolute, and unparallelled creature, I do adore, and admire, and respect, and reverence in this court, corner of the world, or kingdom: methinks you are melancholy. does your heart speak all this? Say you?— O, he is groping for another oath. Now, by this watch (I made how forward the day is) I do unfeignedly vow myself ('slight 'tis deeper than I took it, past five) yours entirely addicted, Madame. I require no more, dearest ASOTUS, henceforth let me call you mine, and in remembrance of me, vouchsafe to wear this chain, and this diamond. O god, sweet lady! There are new oaths for him: what? doth HERMES taste no alteration, in all this? Yes, thou hast struck ARGURION enamoured on ASOTUS, the thinks. Alas, no; I am nobody, I: I can do nothing in this disguise. But thou hast not wounded any of the rest, CUPID? Not yet: it is enough that I have begun so prosperously. Nay, these are nothing to the gems I will hourly bestow upon thee: be but faithful, and kind to me, and I will lade thee with my richest bounties: behold, here my bracelets, from mine arms. Not so, good lady, By this diamond. Take 'em, wear 'em: my jewels, chain of pearl, pendants, all I have. Nay then, by this pearl, you make me a wanton. Shall not she answer for this, to maintain him thus in swearing? O, no, there is a way to wean him from this, the gentleman may be reclaimed. ay, if you had the airing of his apparel, cousin, I think. Loving? 'twere pity I should be living else, believe me. Save you, sir. Save you, sweet lady. Save you, Monsieur ANAIDES. Save you, dear Madame. Dost thou know him that saluted thee, HEDON? No, some idle FUNGOSO, that hath got above the cupboard, since yesterday. 'sblood, I never saw him till this morning, and he salutes me as familiarly, as if we had known together, since the deluge, or the first year of Troy-action. A most right-handed, and auspicious encounter. Confine yourself to your fortunes. For sport's sake, let's have some riddles, or purposes; hough. No faith, your prophecies are best, the tother are stale. Prophecies? we cannot all sit in at them; we shall make a confusion. No; what called you that we had in the forenoon? Substantives, and Adjectives. be't not HEDON? ay, that, who begins? I have thought; speak your Adjectives, sirs. But do not you change, then? Not I, who says? Odoriferous. Popular. Humble. White-livered. Barbarous. Pythagorical. Yours, signor. What must I do, sir? Give forth your adjective, with the rest; as, prosperous, good, fair, sweet, well— Any thing, that hath not been spoken.
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How? most ambiguous beautie? loue you? that I will by this hand-kercher. S'lid, he drawes his othes out of his pocket. But, will you be constant? Constant, Madam? I will not say for constantnesse, but by this purse (which I would be loth to sweare by, vnlesse 'twere embroider'd) I protest (more then most faire ladie) you are the onely, absolute, and vnparalelld creature, I doe adore, and admire, and respect, and reuerence in this court, corner of the world, or kingdome: Mee thinkes you are melancholy. Do's your heart speake all this? Say you?— O, he is groping for another oth. Now, by this watch (I made how forward the day is) I doe vnfeignedly vow my selfe (s'light 'tis deeper then I tooke it, past fiue) yours entirely addicted, Madame. I require no more, dearest ASOTVS, hence-forth let mee call you mine, and in remembrance of me, vouchsafe to weare this chaine, and this diamond. O god, sweet ladie! There are new othes for him: what? doth HERMES taste no alteration, in all this? Yes, thou hast strooke ARGVRION inamour'd on ASOTVS, the thinkes. Alas, no; I am no-body, I: I can doe nothing in this disguise. But thou hast not wounded any of the rest, CVPID? Not yet: it is enough that I haue begun so prosperously. Nay, these are nothing to the gems I will hourely bestow vpon thee: be but faithfull, and kind to me, and I will lade thee with my richest bounties: behold, here my bracelets, from mine armes. Not so, good ladie, By this diamond. Take 'hem, weare 'hem: my iewels, chaine of pearle, pendants, all I haue. Nay then, by this pearle, you make me a wanton. Shall not shee answere for this, to maintayne him thus in swearing? O, no, there is a way to weane him from this, the gentleman may be reclaim'd. I, if you had the ayring of his apparell, couss', I thinke. Louing? 'twere pitty I should be liuing else, beleeue me. Saue you, sir. Saue you, sweet ladie. Saue you, Monsieur ANAIDES. Saue you, deare Madame. Do'st thou know him that saluted thee, HEDON? No, some idle FVNGOSO, that hath got aboue the cup-board, since yesterday. S'lud, I neuer saw him till this morning, and he salutes me as familiarly, as if we had knowne together, since the deluge, or the first yeere of Troy-action. A most right-handed, and auspicious encounter. Confine your selfe to your fortunes. For sports sake, let's haue some riddles, or purposes; hough. No faith, your prophecies are best, the t'other are stale. Prophecies? we cannot all sit in at them; wee shall make a confusion. No; what calld you that we had in the fore-noone? Substantiues, and Adiectiues. Ist not HEDON? I, that, who begins? I haue thought; speake your Adiectiues, sirs. But doe not you change, then? Not I, who saies? Odoriferous. Popular. Humble. White-liuer'd. Barbarous. Pythagoricall. Yours, Signior. What must I doe, sir? Giue forth your Adiectiue, with the rest; as, prosperous, good, faire, sweet, well— Any thing, that hath not beene spoken.