Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 13 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
I am glad, our Majesty will take any thing at my hands; my words trust in Sesu, are spoken between my soul and body together, and have neither Felonies nor treasons about them, I hope. Good words Sir Vaughan, I prithee give us leave. Good words sir Vaughan? that's by interpretation in english, you'd best give good words sir Vaughan: god and his Ansells bless me, what ails his majesty to be so tedious and difficult in his right minds now, I hold my life that file rascal-rhymer Horace hath puzd and puzd above a hundred merry tales and lice, into his great and princely ears: by god and he use it, his being Phoebus priest cannot save him, if he were his Sapline too i'd press upon his coxcomb: good lord bless me out of his majesties cellar: King Williams, I hope 'tis none offences to make a supplication to god a mighty for your long life: for by shesu I have no meaning in't in all the world, unless rascals be here that will have your grace take chalk for she's, and unless Horace has sent lice to your majesty. Horace, what's he sir Vaughan? As hard-favoured a fellow as your majesty has seen in a summers day: he does pen, an't please your grace, toys that will not please your grace; 'tis a Poet, we call them Bards in our Country, singes ballads and rhymes, and I was mighty jealous, that his Ink which is black and full of gall, had brought my name to your majesty, and so lifted up your high and princely collar. I neither know that Horace, nor mine anger, If as thou sayst our high and princely choler Be up, we'll tread it down with dances; Ladies Lose not your men; fair measures must be tread, When by so fair a dancer you are led. Mistress Miniver: Perdie sir Vaughan I cannot dance. Perdie by this Miniver cap, and according to his masesty's leave too, you sall be put in among these Ladies, & dance ere long I trest in god, the saking of the seetes. That turn fair Bride shows you must turn at night, In that sweet dance which steals away delight. Then pleasure is a thief, a fit, a fever: True, he's the thief, but women the receiver. This change sweet Maid, says you must change your life, As Virgins do. virgin's near change their life, She that is wived a maid, is Maid and wife. But she that dies a Maid;— Thrice happy then. leads Apes in hell. Better lead Apes than men. Well met. 'tis overtaken. Why fair sweet? Women are overtaken when they meet; Your blood speaks like a coward, It were good, If every Maiden blush, had such a blood. A coward blood, why whom should maidens fear?
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I am glad, our Maiesty will take any thing at my hands; my words trust in Sesu, are spoken betweene my soule and body together, and haue neither Felonies nor treasons about them, I hope. Good words Sir Vauhan, I prethee giue vs leaue. Good words sir Vaughan? thats by interpertation in english, your best giue good words sir Vaughan: god and his Ansells blesse me, what ayles his maiestye to be so tedious and difficult in his right mindes now, I holde my life that file rascall-rymer Horace hath puzd and puzd aboue a hundred merie tales and lyce, into his great and princely eares: by god and he vse it, his being Phoebus priest cannot saue him, if hee were his Sapline too ide prease vpon his coxcomb: good lord blesse me out of his maiesties celler: King Williams, I hope tis none offences to make a supplication to god a mightie for your long life: for by shesu I haue no meaning in't in all the world, vnles rascalls be here that will haue your grace take shalke for shees, and vnlesse Horace has sent lye to your maiesty. Horace, what's he sir Vaughan? As hard-fauourd a fellow as your maiestie has seene in a sommers day: he does pen, an't please your grace, toyes that will not please your grace; tis a Poet, we call them Bardes in our Countrie, singes ballads and rymes, and I was mightie sealous, that his Inke which is blacke and full of gall, had brought my name to your maiestie, and so lifted vp your hye and princely coller. I neither know that Horace, nor mine anger, If as thou saist our high and princely choller Be vp, wee'l tread it downe with daunces; Ladies Loose not your men; faire measures must be tread, When by so faire a dauncer you are lead. Mistris Miniuer: Perdie sir Vaughan I cannot dance. Perdie by this Miniuer cappe, and acording to his masesties leaue too, you sall be put in among theise Ladies, & daunce ere long I trest in god, the saking of the seetes. That turne faire Bride shews you must turne at night, In that sweet daunce which steales away delight. Then pleasure is a theife, a fit, a feauer: True, hes the thiefe, but women the receiuer. This change sweet Maide, saies you must change your life, As Virgins doe. Virgins nere change their life, She that is wiu'd a maide, is Maide and wife. But she that dyes a Maide;— Thrice happy then. Leades Apes in hell. Better leade Apes then men. Well met. Tis ouertaken. Why faire sweet? Women are ouertaken when they meete; Your bloud speakes like a coward, It were good, If euery Maiden blush, had such a bloud. A coward bloud, why whom should maidens feare?