Marston, John / Webster, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Why shape? why any quick done fiction, As some brave spirits of the Genoan Dukes, To come out of Elysium forsooth, Led in by Mercury, to gratulate Our happy fortune, some such any thing, some far fet trick, good for Ladies, some stale toy or other, no matter so't be of our devising. Do thou prepared, 'tis but for a fashion sake, Fear not, it shall be graced man, it shall take. All service. All thanks, our hand shall not be 〈◊〉 to thee farewell. Now is my treachery secure, nor can we fall: Mischief that prospers men do virtue call, I'll trust no man, he that by tricks gets wreaths, Keeps them with steel, no man securely breathes, Out of deserved ranks the crowd will mutter, fool: Who cannot bear with spite, he cannot rule, The chiefest secret for a man of state, Is, to live senseless of a strenghles hate. Death of the damned thief: I'll make one i'the mask, thou shalt ha' some Brave spirits of the antic Dukes. My Lord, what strange delusion? Most happy, dear Celso, poisoned with an empty box? I'll give thee all anon: my Lady comes to court, there is a whirl of fate comes tumbling on, the Castle's captain stands for me, the people pray for me, and the great leader of the just stands for me: then courage Celso. For no disastrous chance can ever move him, That leaveth nothing but a God above him. Make room there room for the Ladies: why gentlemen, will not ye suffer the Ladies to be entered in the great chamber? why gallants? and you sir, to drop your Torch where the beauties must sit too, And there's a great fellow plays the knave, why dost not strike him? Let him play the knave a God's name, thinkst thou I have no more wit then to strike a great fellow: the music. more lights, reveling, scaffolds: do you hear? let there be oaths enough ready at the door, swear out the devil himself, Let's leave the Ladies, and go see if the Lords be ready for them. And by my troth Beauties, why do you not put you into the fashion, this is a stale cut, you must come in fashion: look ye, you must be all felt, felt and feather, a felt upon your bare hair: look ye, these tiring things are justly out of request now: and do ye hear? you must wear falling bands, you must come into the falling fashion: there is such a deal a pinning these ruffs, when the fine clean fall is worth all: and a gen, if you should chance to take a nap in the afternoon, your falling band requires no poting stick to recover his form believe me, no fashion to the falling I say. And is not signior S. Andrew a gallant fellow now. By my maidenhead la, honour and he agrees aswell together as a satin suit and woollen stockings.
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Why shape? why any quicke done fiction, As some braue spirits of the Genoan Dukes, To come out of Elizium forfooth, Led in by Mercury, to gratulate Our happy fortune, ome such any thing, some far et tricke, good for Ladies, some stale toy or other, no matter so't bee of our deuising. Do thou prepr't, tis but for a fashion sake, Feare not, it shall be grac'd man, it shall take. All seruice. All thankes, our hand shall not be to thee farewell. Now is my trechery secure, nor can we fall: Mischiefe that prospers men do vertue call, Ile trust no man, he that by trickes gets wreathes, Keepes them with steele, no man securely breathes, Out of deserued ranckes the crowde will mutter, foole: Who cannot beare with spite, he cannot rule, The chiefest secret for a man of state, Is, to liue sensles of a strenghles hate. Death of the damn'd thiefe: Ile make one i'the maske, thou shalt ha some Braue spirits of the antique Dukes. My Lord, what strange dilusion? Most happy, deere Celso, poisond with an empty box? Ile giue thee all anone: my ady comes to court, there is a whurle of fate comes tumbling on, the Castles captaine stands for me, the people pray for me, and the great leader of the iust stands for me: then courage Celso. For no disastrous chance can euer moue him, That leaueth nothing but a God aboue him. Make roome there roome for the Ladies: why gentlemen, will not ye suffer the Ladies to be entred in the great chamber? why gallants? and you sir, to droppe your Torch where the beauties must sit too, And there's a great fellow playes the knaue, why dost not strke him? Let him play the knaue a Gods name, thinkst thou I haue no more wit then to strike a great fellow: the musike. more lights, reueling, scaffolds: do you heare? let there bee othes enow readie at the doore, sweare out the diuell himself, Lets leaue the Ladies, and go see if the Lords bee readie for them. And by my troth Beauties, why do you not put you into the fashion, this is a stale cut, you must come in fashion: looke ye, you must be all felt, fealt and feather, a fealt vpon your bare haire: looke ye, these tiring thinges are iustly out of request now: and do ye heare? you must weare falling bands, you must come into the falling fashion: there is such a deale a pinning these ruffes, when the fine cleane fall is worth all: and a gen, if you should chance to take a nap in the afternoone, your falling band requires no poting sticke to recouer his forme beleeue me, no fashion to the falling I say. And is not sinnior S. Andrew a gallant fellow now. By my maiden-head la, honour and he agrees aswell together as a satten sute and wollen stockings.