Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.71 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Now the cuckoo sings, Those amorous arms do make a golden space To hug a Duke. But i'll fill up the place. Those fingers tipped with curious porphyry, Staining Pygmalion's matchless imagery, Like amorous twins all of one mother nursed, Contend in courtesy who should touch me first. should touch me first: their strife is undertook, To twine a young bay not a far stooping oak. Young bay, stale lest, that a dry sapless rind should hold young thoughts, and a licentious mind, Were he but gone now. Were the Duke away, My hope, had got the better of the day. This is Adonis' chapel, I wonder they come not, though I bear a little learning about me, and a few good clothes, I would not wish am to make Balams ass a me: for though many fools take no felicity but in wearing good clothes (though they be none of their own) I have a further reach in me. I could ban my stars. I curse my fate. That cross me thus. Make me unfortunate. Alas good lady, how her pretty feet labour to find me. that my hopes should meet such black events. O would the trindly night darken herself. Would the Moon lose her light, That in the bosom of some foggy cloud I might embrace my love. But night is purblind To make a Duke a slave. To make a Duchess wrestle with amorous passions. life a spleen Could my rough breath like a tempestuous wind, Blow out heavens candles, leave the world stark blind, That it might either have no eyes to see: Or use those eyes it hath to pleasure me. Or use those eyes it hath to pleasure me. Who would ha' thought the cold had been so good a musician: how it plays upon my chaps, and maketh my teeth skip up and down my mouth like a company of virginal jacks, but I find small music in it, and Mopsa should come now I could do her little good, yet and she were here, she and I would have about at cob-nut or at cherry-pit or somewhat to keep ourselves from idleness, though she be but a fool, the babbles good enough to make sport with all in the dark and that very word hath started her. whose's there Manasses. yes Mopsa. plain I might be madam Mopsa in your mouth, goodman &c. where's Dorus. why because he will not be said to make too much haste to a bad bargain, he is not come yet, not come, a peascod on him, but als one I thought at first he would make but a fool on me. would you have him mend God's workmanship? But chose him, since he hath buld me with an urchin, i'll go fetch Raph our horsekeeper, let him that got the calf keep the cow in a knaves name and he will, ha' you your book here. no matter wench, I can dote well enough without book,
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Now the Cucko ſings, Thoſe amorous armes do make a golden ſpace To hug a Duke. But ile fill vp the place. Thoſe fingers tipt with curious porphery, Staining Pigmalions matchleſſe imagery, Like amorous twins all of one mother nurſt, Contend in curteſie who ſhould touch me firſt. ſhould touch me firſt: their ſtrife is vndertook, To twine a young bay not a farre ſtooping oake. Young bay, ſtale leſt, that a dry ſapleſſe rinde should hold young thoughts, and a licentious minde, Were he but gone now. Were the Duke away, My hope, had got the better of the day. This is Adonis chappell, I wonder they come not, tho I beare a little learning about me, and a few good clothes, I wold not wiſham to make Balams aſſe a me: for though many fooles take no felicity but in wearing good clothes (tho they be none of their own) I haue a further reach in me. I could ban my ſtars. I curſe my fate. That croſſe me thus. Make me vnfortunate. Alas good lady, how her prety feet labour to finde me. that my hopes should meete ſuch blacke euents. O would the trindly night darken her ſelfe. Would the Moone loſe her light, That in the boſome of ſome foggy cloud I might embrace my loue. But night is purblind To make a Duke a ſlaue. To make a Dutches wraſtle with amorous paſſions. life a ſpleene Could my rough breath like a tempeſtious wind, Blow out heauens candles, leaue the world ſtarke blind, That it might either haue no eies to ſee: Or vſe thoſe eies it hath to pleaſure me. Or vſe thoſe eies it hath to pleſure me. Who woulde ha thought the cold had bene ſo good a muſition: howe it plaies vpon my chappes, and maketh my teeth skippe vp and downe my mouth like a company of virginall Iackes, but I find ſmall muſicke in it, and Mopſa ſhould come now I could doe her little good, yet and ſhe were here, ſhe and I would haue about at cob-nut or at cheri-pit or ſomewhat to keep our ſelues from idlenes, tho ſhe be but a foole, the bables good enough to make ſport with all in the darke and that very word hath ſtarted her. whoſe there Manaſſes. yes Mopſa. plain I might be madam Mopſa in your mouth, goodman &c. whers Dorus. why becauſe he wil not be ſaide to make too much haſt to a bad bargaine, he is not come yet, not come, a peſcod on him, but als one I thought at firſt he would make but a foole on me. would you haue him mend Gods wormanship? But choſe him, ſince he hath buld me with an vrchin, ile goe fetch Raph our horſkeeper, let him that got the calfe keep the cow in a knaues name and he wil, ha you your booke heere. no matter wench, I can dote wel inough without booke,