Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 505 words
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Thou needst not, in a painted coat goes sin, And loves those that love pride; none looks on thee, Then keep me company: how much unlike Are thy desires to many of thy sex? How many wantons in Salivia, Frown like the sullen night, when their fair faces Are hid within doors: but got once abroad, Like the proud Sun they spread their staring beams, They shine out to be seen, their loose eyes tell, That in their bosoms wantonness do dwell: Thou canst not do so Grissel, for thy Sun, Is but a Star, thy Star, a spark of fire, Which hath no power t'inflame doting desire: Thy silks are threadbare russets: all thy portion Is but an honest name: that gone thou art dead, Though dead thou liv'st, that being unblemished. If to die free from shame be near to die, Then I'll be crowned with immortality. Pray God thou mayst: yet child my jealous soul Trembles through fears, so often as mine eyes Sees our Duke court thee: and when to thine ears He tunes sweet love-songs: oh beware my Grissel He can prepare his way with gifts of gold, Upon his breath, winged Promotion flies Oh my dear Girl trust not his sorceries, Did he not seek the shipwreck of thy fame? Why should he send his tailors to take measure Of Grissel's body: but as one should say, If thou wilt be the marquis concubine, Thou shalt wear rich attires: but they that think, With costly garments, sins black face to hide, Wear naked bravery and ragged pride. Good father do not shake your age with fears Although the marquis sometimes visit us, Yet all his words and deeds are like his birth, Steeped in true honour: but admit they were not, Before my soul look black with speckled sin, My hands shall make me pale deaths underling, The music of those words sweeten mine ears Come girl let's faster work: time apace wears. Come Babulo why hast thou stayed so long? Nay why are you so short, Masters here's money I took (since I went) for a cradle: this year I think be leap year, for women do nothing but buy cradles, by my troth I think the world is at an end, for as soon as we be borne we marry: as soon as we marry we get children, (by hook or by crook gotten they are) children must have cradles, and as soon as they are in them, they hop out of them, for I have seen little girls that yesterday had scarce a hand to make them ready, the next day had worn wedding rings on their fingers, so that if the world do not end, we shall not live one by another: basket making as all other trades runs to decay, and shortly we shall not be worth a button, for none in this cutting age sow true stitches, but tailors and shoemakers, & yet now and then they tread their shoes a wry too.
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Thou needst not, in a painted coate goes sin, And loues those that loue pride; none lookes on thee, Then keepe me companie: how much vnlike Are thy desires to manie of thy sex? How manie wantons in Saliuia, Frowne like the sullen night, when their faire faces Are hid within doores: but got once abroad, Like the proud Sun they spred their staring beames, They shine out to be seene, their loose eyes tell, That in their bosomes wantonnes doe dwell: Thou canst not doe so Grissill, for thy Sun, Is but a Starre, thy Starre, a sparke of fire, Which hath no power t'inflame doting desire: Thy silkes are thrid-bare russets: all thy portion Is but an honest name: that gon thou art dead, Though dead thou liu'st, that being unblemished. If to die free from shame be nere to die, Then Ile be crownd with immortallitie. Pray God thou maist: yet childe my iealous soule Trembles through feares, so often as mine eyes Sees our Duke court thée: and when to thine eares He tunes sweet loue-songs: oh beware my Grissill He can prepare his way with gifts of golde, Upon his breath, winged Promotion flies Oh my deare Girle trust not his sorceries, Did he not séeke the shipwracke of thy fame? Whie should he send his tailors to take measure Of Grissils bodie: but as one should say, If thou wilt be the Marquesse concubine, Thou shalt weare rich attires: but they that thinke, With costly garments, sins blacke face to hide, Weare naked brauerie and ragged pride. Good father doe not shake your age with feares Although the Marquesse sometimes visit vs, Yet all his words and deedes are like his birth, Steept in true honor: but admit they were not, Before my soule looke black with speckled sinne, My hands shal make me pale deathes underling, The musick of those words sweetē mine eares Come girle lets faster worke: time apace weares. Come Babulo why hast thou staid so long? Nay why are you so short, Masters heeres monie I tooke (since I went) for a cradle: this yeare I thinke be leape yeare, for woniē doe nothing but buy cradles, by my troth I thinke the world is at an end, for as soone as we be borne we marrie: as soone as we marrie we get children, (by hooke or by crooke gotten they are) children must haue cradles, and as soone as they are in them, they hop out of thē, for I haue séene little girls that yesterday had scarce a hand to make them ready, the next day had worne wedding rings on their fingers, so that if the world doe not ende, we shall not liue one by another: basket making as all other trades runs to decay, and shortly we shall not be worth a butten, for non in this cutting age sowe true stitches, but taylers and shoomakers, & yet now and then they tread their shooes a wrie too.