Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 38 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 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Nay, play it, I pray you, you do well, you do well— How like you it, sir? Very well in troth. But very well? O, you are a mere mammothrept in judgement then. Why, do you not observe how excellently the ditty is affected in every place? that I do not marry a word of short quantity to a long note? nor an ascending syllable to a descending tone? Besides, upon the word (best) there, you see how I do enter with an odd minnum, and drive it thorough the brief, which no intelligent Musician (I know) but will affirm to be very rare, extraordinary, and pleasing. And yet not fit to lament the death of a lady, for all this. Tut, here be they will swallow any thing. Pray you let me have a copy of it, AMORPHUS. And me too, in troth, I like it exceedingly. I have denied it to princes, nevertheless to you (the true female twins of perfection) I am won, to depart withal. I hope I shall have my honour's copy. You are ambitious in that, HEDON. How now, ANAIDES! what is it hath conjured up this distemperature in the circle of your face? 'sblood, what have you to do? A pox upon your filthy travailing face, hold your tongue. Nay, dost hear, mischief? Away, musk-cat. I say to thee, thou art rude, debauched, impudent, course, impolish, a frapler, and base. Heart of my father, what a strange alteration has halfe a years haunting of ordinaries wrought in this fellow! that came with a tuft-taffeta jerkin to town but the other day, and a pair of penniless hose, and now he is turned HERCULES, he wants but a club. Sir, you with the pencil on your chin; I will garter my hose with your guts, and that shall be all. 'Slid, what rare fireworks be here? flash, flash. What's the matter HEDON? can you tell? Nothing, but that he lacks crowns, and thinks we'll lend him some, to be friends. Come, sweet lady, in good truth I'll have it, you shall not deny me. MORUS, persuade your aunt I may have her picture, by any means. Yes, sir: good aunt now, let him have it, he will use me the better, if you love me, do, good aunt. Well, tell him, he shall have it. Master, you shall have it, she says. Shall I? thank her, good page. What, has he entertained the fool? ay, he'll wait close, you shall see, though the beggar hang off, awhile. Aunt, my master thanks you. Call him hither. Yes, master Yes, in verity, and gave me this purse, and he has promised me a most fine dog; which he will have drawn, with my picture, he says: and desires most vehemently to be known to your ladyships. Call him hither, 'tis good groping such a gull. Master ASOTUS, master ASOTUS. For loves sake, let me go: you see, I am called to the ladies. Wilt thou forsake me then?
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Nay, play it, I pray you, you doe well, you doe well—How like you it, sir? Verie well in troth. But very well? O, you are a meere mammothrept in judgement then. Why, doe you not obserue how excellently the dittie is affected in euerie place? that I doe not marrie a word of short quantitie to a long note? nor an ascending sillable to a descending tone? Besides, vpon the word (best) there, you see how I doe enter with an odde minnum, and driue it thorow the briefe, which no intelligent Musician (I know) but wil affirme to be verie rare, extraordinarie, and pleasing. And yet not fit to lament the death of a ladie, for all this. Tut, heere be they will swallow any thing. Pray you let me haue a coppie of it, AMORPHVS. And me too, in troth, I like it exceedingly. I haue denied it to princes, neuerthelesse to you (the true female twinnes of perfection) I am wonne, to depart withall. I hope I shall haue my Honours coppie. You are ambitious in that, HEDON. How now, ANAIDES! what is it hath conjur'd vp this distemperature in the circle of your face? S'lood, what haue you to doe? A pox vpon your filthie trauailing face, hold your tongue. Nay, doo'st heare, mischiefe? Away, muske-cat. I say to thee, thou art rude, debauch't, impudent, coorse, impolisht, a frapler, and base. Heart of my father, what a strange alteration has halfe a yeeres haunting of ordinaries wrought in this fellow! that came with a tuss-taffaa ierkin to towne but the other day, and a paire of penilesse hose, and now he is turn'd HERCVLES, he wants but a club. Sir, you with the pencill on your chinne; I will garter my hose with your guts, and that shall be all. S'lid, what rare fireworkes be heere? flash, flash. What's the matter HEDON? can you tell? Nothing, but that hee lackes crownes, and thinkes weele lend him some, to be friends. Come, sweet ladie, in good truth I'le haue it, you shall not denie me. MORVS, perswade your aunt I may haue her picture, by any meanes. Yes, sir: good aunt now, let him haue it, hee will vse mee the better, if you loue me, doe, good aunt. Well, tell him, he shall haue it. Master, you shall haue it, she saies. Shall I? thanke her, good page. What, has he entertain'd the foole? I, heele wait close, you shall see, though the begger hang off, awhile. Aunt, my master thankes you. Call him hither. Yes, master Yes, in veritie, and gaue me this pursse, and he has promis'd me a most fine dogge; which he will haue drawne, with my picture, he saies: and desires most vehemently to bee knowne to your ladiships. Call him hither, 'tis good groping such a gull. Master ASOTVS, master ASOTVS. For loues sake, let me goe: you see, I am call'd to the ladies. Wilt thou forsake me then?