Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.86 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
BUT sweet Lady, say: am I well enough attired for the Court, in sadness? Well enough? excellent well, sweet This straight-bodied City attire (I can tell you) will stir a Courtier's blood, more, than the finest lose Sacks the Ladies use to be put in; and than you are as well jewelld as any of them; your Ruff, and linen about you, is much more pure than theirs: And for your beauty, I can tell you, there's many of them would defy the Painter, if they could change with you. Marry, the worst is, you must look to be envied, and endure a few Court-frumps for it. O God Madam, I shall buy them too cheap: Give me my Muff, and my Dog there. And will the Ladies be any thing familiar with me, think you? O Hercules! Why, you shall see 'em flock about you with their puff wings, and ask you, where you bought your Lawn? and what you paid for it? Who starches you? and entreat you to help 'em to some pure Laundresses, out of the City. O, Cupid! Give me my Fan, and my mask too: And will the Lords, and the Poets there, use one well too, Lady? Doubt not of that: you shall have kisses from them, go pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat, upon your Lips, as thick as stones out of slings, at the assault of a City. And then your 〈…〉 the 〈◊〉 of 〈…〉 that you cannot 〈…〉 your head (if you would) in three Winters after. Thank you, sweet Lady. O Heaven! And how must one behave herself amongst 'hem? you know all. Faith, impudently enough, Mistress Chloë, & well enough. Carry not too much under-thought betwixt yourself and them; nor your City mannerly word (forsooth) use it not too often in any Case; but plain I, Madam; and No, Madam: Nor never say, your Lordship, nor your Honour; but, you, and you my Lord, and my Lady: the other, they count too simple, and minsitive. And though they desire to kiss Heaven with their Titles, yet they will count them fools that give them too humbly. O intolerable Iupiter! By my troth Lady, I would not for a world, but you had lain in my house: and i'faith you shall not pay a farthing, for your board; nor your Chambers. O sweet Mistress Chloë! I faith, you shall not Lady; nay good Lady, do not offer it. Come, where be these Ladies? By your leave, bright Stars; this Gentleman and I are come to man you to Court: where your late kind Entertainment is now to be requited with a Heavenly Banquet. A Heavenly Banquet, Gallus? No less, my dear, Cytheris. That were not strange, Lady, if the Epithet were only given for the Company invited thither; yourself, and this fair Gentlewoman. Are we invited to Court, Sir? You are Lady, by the great Princess Iulia; who longs to greet you with any favours, that may worthily make you an often Courtier.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
BVT ſweete Lady, ſay: am I well inough attir'd for the Court, in ſadneſſe? Well inough? excellent well, ſweete This ſtraight-bodied Citty attire (I can tell you) will ſtirre a Courtiers blood, more, then the fineſt looſe Sackes the Ladies vſe to be put in; and then you are as well Iewelld as any of them; your Ruffe, and linnen about you, is much more pure then theirs: And for your beauty, I can tell you, there's many of them would defie the Painter, if they could change with you. Marry, the worſt is, you muſt looke to be enuied, and endure a few Court-frumps for it. O God! Madam, I ſhall buy them too cheape: Giue me my Muffe, and my Dogge there. And will the Ladies be any thing familiar with me, thinke you? O Hercules! Why, you ſhall ſee 'hem flocke about you with their puffe wings, and aske you, where you bought your Lawne? and what you paid for it? Who ſtarches you? and entreat you to helpe 'hem to ſome pure Landreſſes, out of the City. O, Cupid! Giue me my Fanne, and my Maſque too: And wil the Lords, and the Poets there, vſe one well too, Lady? Doubt not of that: you ſhall haue kiſſes from them, goe pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat, vpon your Lips, as thicke as ſtones out of ſlings, at the aſſault of a Citty. And then your the of that you cannot your head (if you would) in three Winters after. Thanke you, ſweete Lady. O Heauen! And how muſt one behaue her ſelfe amongſt 'hem? you know all. Faith, impudently inough, Miſtreſſe Chloë, & well inough. Cary not too much vnder-thought betwixt your ſelfe and them; nor your Citty mannerly word (forſooth) vſe it not too often in any Caſe; but plaine I, Madam; and No, Madam: Nor neuer ſay, your Lordſhip, nor your Honor; but, you, and you my Lord, and my Lady: the other, they count too ſimple, and minſitiue. And though they deſire to kiſſe Heauen with their Titles, yet they will count them fooles that giue them too humbly. O intollerable Iupiter! By my troth Lady, I would not for a world, but you had lyen in my houſe: and i'faith you ſhall not pay a farthing, for your boord; nor your Chambers. O ſweete Miſtreſſe Chloë! I faith, you ſhall not Lady; nay good Lady, doe not offer it. Come, where be theſe Ladies? By your leaue, bright Starres; this Gentleman and I are come to man you to Court: where your late kind Entertainment is now to be requited with a Heauenly Banquet. A Heauenly Banquet, Gallus? No leſſe, my deare, Cytheris. That were not ſtrange, Lady, if the Epithete were onely giuen for the Company inuited thither; your ſelfe, and this faire Gentlewoman. Are we inuited to Court, Sir? You are Lady, by the great Princeſſe Iulia; who longs to greet you with any fauours, that may worthily make you an often Courtier.