Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.82 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
She should be allowed her Passions, So they were but used as fashions; Sometimes froward, and then frowning, Sometimes sickish, and then swooning, Every fit, with change, still crowning. Purely jealous, I would have her, Then only constant when I crave her. 'tis a virtue should not save her. Thus, nor her Delicates would cloy me, Neither her peevishness annoy me. Nay Hermogenes, your merit hath long since been both known, and admired of us. You shall hear me sing another: now will I begin. We shall do this Gentleman's Banquet too much wrong, that stays for us, Ladies: 'tis true: and well thought on, Cornelius Gallus. Why 'tis but a short Air, 'twill be done presently, pray stay; strike Music. No, good Hermogenes: we'll end this difference within. 'Tis the common disease of all your musicians, that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin, or end. Please you lead the way, Gentles? Thanks good Albius. O, what a charm of thanks was here put upon me! O Ioue, what a setting forth it is to a man, to have may Courtiers come to his house! Sweetly was it said of a good old Houskeeper; I had rather want meat, then want Guests: specially, if they be Courtly Guests. For never trust me, if one of their good legs made in a house, be not worth all the good cheer, a man can make them. He that would have fine Guests, let him have a fine Wife; he that would have a fine Wife, let him come to me. By your kind leave, Master Albius. What, you are not gone, Master Crispin? Yes faith, I have a design draws me hence: pray Sir, fashion me an excuse to the Ladies. Will you not stay? & see the jewels, sir? I pray you stay. Not for a Million Sir, now; Let it suffice, I must relinquish; and so in a word, please you to expiate this Complement. Mum. I'll presently go and Ingle some Broker, for a Poet's Gown, and bespeak a Garland: and then jeweller, look to your best jewel i'faith. HMH? yes; I will begin an Ode so; & it shall be to Maecenas. 'Slid yonder's Horace: they say he's an Excellent Poet: Maecenas loves him. I'll fall into his acquaintance, if I can; I think he be composing, as he goes i'the street ●ha? 'tis a good humour, and he be: I'll compose too. Swell me a bowl with lusty wine, Till I may see the plump Lyaeus swim Above the brim: I drink, as I would wright; In flowing measure, filled with Flame, & sprite. Sweet Horace! Minerva, and the Muses stand auspicious to thy designs. How farest thou sweet man? Frolic? rich? gallant? ha? Not greatly gallant, Sir: like my fortunes; well. I'm bold to take my leave Sir, you'd nought else Sir, would you? Troth no; but I could wish thou didst know us, Horace; we are a Scholar, I assure thee.
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Shee ſhould be allowed her Paſſions, So they were but vſ'd as faſhions; Sometimes froward, and then frowning, Sometimes ſickiſh, and then ſwowning, Euery fit, with change, still crowning. Purely Ielous, I would haue her, Then onely constant when I craue her. Tis a vertue ſhould not ſaue her. Thus, nor her Delicates would cloy mee, Neither her peeuiſhneſſe annoy mee. Nay Hermogenes, your merit hath long ſince beene both knowne, and admir'd of vs. You ſhall heare me ſing another: now will I beginne. VVee ſhall doe this Gentlemans Banquet too much wrong, that ſtaies for vs, Ladies: Tis true: and well thought on, Cornelius Gallus. VVhy 'tis but a ſhort Ayre, 'twill be done preſently, pray ſtay; ſtrike Muſique. No, good Hermogenes: we'll end this differēce within. 'Tis the common diſeaſe of all your Muſitians, that they knowe no meane, to be intreated, either to begin, or ende. Pleaſe you leade the way, Gentles? Thankes good Albius. O, what a charme of thankes was here put vpon me! O Ioue, what a ſetting forth it is to a man, to haue may Courtiers com to his houſe! Sweetly was it ſaid of a good old Houskeeper; I had rather want meate, then want Gheſts: ſpecially, if they be Courtly Gheſts. For neuer truſt me, if one of their good legges made in a houſe, be not worth all the good cheare, a man can make them. He that would haue fine Gheſtes, let him haue a fine Wife; he that would haue a fine Wife, let him come to mee. By your kinde leaue, Maſter Albius. VVhat, you are not gone, Maſter Crispine? Yes faith, I haue a deſſeigne drawes me hence: pray' Sir, faſhion me an excuſe to the Ladies. VVill you not ſtay? & ſee the Iewels, ſir? I pray you ſtay. Not for a Million Sir, now; Let it ſuffice, I muſt relinquiſh; and ſo in a word, pleaſe you to expiate this Complement. Mum. Ile preſently goe and Enghle ſome Broker, for a Poets Gowne, and beſpeake a Gyrland: and then Ieweller, looke to your beſt Iewel yfaith. HMH? yes; I will begin an Ode ſo; & it ſhall bee to Mecoenas. 'Slid yonders Horace: they ſay hee's an Excellent Poet: Mecoenas loues him. Ile fal into his acquaintance, if I can; I thinke hee bee compoſing, as hee goes i'the ſtreete ha? tis a good humor, and hee bee: Ile compoſe too. Swell mee a bowle with lustie wine, Till I may ſee the plumpe Lyaeus ſwim Aboue the brim: I drinke, as I would wright; In flowing meaſure, fild with Flame, & spright. Sweete Horace! Minerua, and the Muſes ſtand auſpicious to thy deſſeignes. How far'ſt thou ſweete man? Frolicke? rich? gallant? ha? Not greatly gallant, Sir: like my fortunes; well. I'm bold to take my leaue Sir, you'ld naught elſe Sir, wold you? Troth no; but I could wiſh thou didſt know vs, Horace; we are a Scholer, I aſſure thee.