Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 501 words
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But 'tis not crossed, I am sure of that. Lord have mercy on him, his credit hath given up the last gasp. Faith i'll leave him; for he looks as melancholy as a wench the first night she Honest musk-cod, 'twill not be so stitched together; take that, and that, and bely no lady's love: swear no more by Iesu: this Madam, that Lady; hence go, forswear the presence, travail three years to bury this bastinado: avoid, puff paste, avoid. And tell not my Lady mother. Well, as I am true gentleman, if she had not wild me on her blessing, not to spoil my face; if I could not find in my heart to fight, would I might near eat a potato pie more. More fool, more rare fools! O, for time and place, long enough, and large enough, to act these fools! Here might be made a rare Scene of folly, if the plat could bear it. By the sugar-candy sky, hold up the glass higher, that I may see to swear in fashion. O, one loof more would ha' made them shine; God's neakes, they would have shone like my mistress brow. even so the Duke frowns for all this Cursond world: oh that girn kills, it kills. By my golden What's the richest thing about me? Your teeth. By my golden teeth, hold up; that I may put in: hold up, I say, that I may see to put on my gloves. O, delicious sweet cheeked master, if you discharge but one glance from the level of that set face: O, you will strike a wench; you'll make any wench love you. By Iesu, I think I am as elegant a Courtier, as How lik'st thou my suit? All, beyond all, no paregal: you are wondered at, for an ass. Well, Dildo, no christen creature shall know hereafter, what I will do for thee heretofore. Here wants a little white, Flavia. ay, but master, you have one little fault; you sleep open mouthed. Pewe, thou jest'st. In good sadness, I'll have a looking glass nailed to the the tester of the bed, that I may see when I sleep, whether 'tis so, or not; take heed you lie not: go to, take heed you lie not. By my troth, you look as like the princess, now I, but her lip is lip is a little redder, a very little redder: but by the help of Art, or Nature, ere I change my periwig, mine shall be as red. O, ay, that face, that eye, that smile, that writhing of your body, that wanton dandling of your fan, becomes prethely, so sweethly, 'tis even the goodest Lady that breathes, the most amiable Faith the fringe of your satin petticoat is ripped. Good faith madam, they say you are the most bounteous Lady to your women, that ever O most delicious beauty! Good Madam let me kith it. Rare sport, rare sport! A female fool, and a female flatterer.
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But tis not crost, I am sure of that. Lord haue mercie on him, his credit hath giuen vp the last gaspe. Faith ile leaue him; for hee lookes as melancholy as a wench the first night she Honest musk-cod, twill not be so stitched together; take that, and that, and belie no Ladies loue: sweare no more by Iesu: this Madam, that Ladie; hence goe, forsweare the presence, trauaile three years to bury this bastinado: auoide, puffe paste, auoide. And tell not my Ladie mother. Well, as I am true gentleman, if she had not wild me on her blessing, not to spoyle my face; if I could not finde in my heart to fight, would I might nere eate a Potatoe pye more. More foole, more rare fooles! O, for time and place, long enough, and large enough, to acte these fooles! Here might be made a rare Scene of folly, if the plat could beare it. By the suger-candy sky, holde vp the glasse higher, that I may see to sweare in fashion. O, one loofe more would ha made them shine; gods neakes, they would haue shone like my mystresse browe. Euen so the Duke frownes for all this Cursond world: oh that gerne kils, it kils. By my golden What's the richest thing about me? Your teeth. By my golden teeth, hold vp; that I may put in: hold vp, I say, that I may see to put on my gloues. O, delicious sweet cheekt master, if you discharge but one glance from the leuell of that set face: O, you will strike a wench; youle make any wench loue you. By Iesu, I think I am as elegant a Courtier, as How lik'st thou my suite? All, beyond all, no peregal: you are wondred at, for an asse. Well, Dildo, no christen creature shall knowe hereafter, what I will doe for thee heretofore. Here wants a little white, Flauia. I, but master, you haue one little falt; you sleepe open mouth'd. Pewe, thou iestst. In good sadnesse, Ile haue a looking glasse nail'd to the the testarn of the bed, that I may see when I sleep, whether tis so, or not; take heed you lye not: goe to, take heede you lie not. By my troth, you looke as like the princesse, now I, but her lip is lip is a little redder, a very little redder: but by the helpe of Art, or Nature, ere I chāge my perewigge, mine shall be as red. O, I, that face, that eye, that smile, that writhing of your bodie, that wanton dandling of your fan, becoms prethely, so sweethly, tis euen the goodest Ladie that breathes, the most amiable Faith the fringe of your sattin peticote is ript. Good faith madam, they say you are the most bounteous Lady to your women, that euer O most delitious beautie! Good Madam let me kith it. Rare sport, rare sport! A female foole, and a female flatterer▪