Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1606] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Master Rerage? Good master Salewood, I am proud of your society. What gentleman might that be? One master Esay, h'as good land in Essex, a fair free-breasted Gentleman, somewhat too open, bad in man, worse in woman, the gentry-fault at first, he is yet fresh and wants the City powdering, but what news? is't yet a match twixt master Qomodo's the rich draper's daughter and yourself. Faith sir, I am vildly rivaled! Vildly? by whom. One Andrew Lethe crept to a little warmth, and now so proud that he forgets all storms, one that near wore apparel, but like ditches 'twas cast before he had it, now shines bright in rich embroideries, him master Quomodo affects, the daughter him, the mother only me, I rest most doubtful, my side being wookest. Yet the mother's side being surer than the Fathers, it may prove, men plead for money best, women for love. 'slid master Quomodo? How then, afraid of a woollen draper. He warned me his house, and I hate he should see me abroad! Oh my 2. spirits Shortyard and Falselight, you that have so enriched me, I have industry for you both? Then do you please us best sir. Wealthy employment. You make me itch sir. You Falselight as I have directed you. I am nimble. Go, make my course commodities, look, seek, with subtle art beguile the honest eye, be near to my trapwindow, cunning Falselight. I never failed it yet. I know thou didst not; But now to thee my true and secret Shortyard, Whom I dare trust e'en with my wife, Thou near didst mistress harm, but master, good, There are too few of thy name Gentlemen, And that we feel, but citizens' abundance, I have a task for thee my pregnant spirit, To exercise thy pointed wits upon. Give it me, for I thirst. Thine care shall drink it, Know then I have not spent this long Vacation Only for pleasure's sake, give me the man Who out of recreation culls advantage, dives into seasons, never walks, but thinks, Nerides, but plots, my journey was toward Essex. Most true? Where I have seen what I desire. A woman? Puh; a woman, yet beneath her, that which she often treads on. Yet commands her land, fair neat Land. What is the mark you shoot at. Why the fairest to cleave the heir in twain, I mean his Title to murder his estate, stifle his right in some some detested prison, there are means and ways enough to hook in Gentry, besides our deadly enmity which thus stands they're busy 'bout our wives, We 'bout their Lands. Your revenge is more glorious, To be a cuckold is but for one life, When land remains to you, your heir, or wife! Ah sirrah, do we sting'em, this fresh gallant rode newly up before me! I beseech his name. Young master Easy. Easy? It may fall right. I have inquired his haunt, stay, ha, I that, 'tis, that's he, that's he! Happily!
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Maſter Rerrage? Good maſter Salewood, I am proud of your ſociety. What gentleman might that bee? One maſter Eſay, h'as good nd in Eſſex, a faire free-breſted Gentleman, ſomewhat too open, bad in man, worſe in woman, the Gentrye-fault at firſt, he is yet freſh and wants the Citie powdring, but what newes? I'ſt yet a match twixt maſter Qomodoes the rich Drapers daughter and your ſelfe. Faith ſir, I am vildly riuald! Vildly? by whome. One Andrewe Lethe crept to a little warmth, and now ſo proud that he forgets all ſtormes, one that nere wore apparell, but like ditches 'twas caſt before hee had it, now ſhines bright in rich embroderies, him maſter Quomodo affects, the daughter him, the mother onely mee, I reſt moſt doubtfull, my ſide being wookeſt. Yet the mothers ſide being ſurer than the Fathers, it may proue, men pleade for money beſt, women for loue. Slid maſter Quomodo? How then, affraid of a woollen draper. He warn'd mee his houſe, and I hate hee ſhould ſee me abroad! Oh my 2. ſpirits Shortyard and Falſelight, you that haue ſo enricht me, I haue induſtrie for you both? Then doe you pleaſe vs beſt ſir. Wealthy employment. You make me icth ſir. You Falſelight as I haue directed you. I am nimble. Goe, make my courſe commodities, looke, ſeeke, with ſubtile art beguile the honeſt eye, be neere to my trapwindowe, cunning Falſelight. I neuer failde it yet. I know thou didſt not; But now to thee my true and ſecret Shortyard, Whome I dare truſtee'n with my wife, Thou nere didſt miſtris harme, but maſter, good, There are too few of thy name Gentlemen, And that we feele, but Citizens abundance, I haue a taske for thee my pregnant ſpirit, To exerciſe thy poynted wits vppon. Giue it me, for I thirſt. Thine care ſhall drinke it, Know then I haue not ſpent this long Vacation Onely for pleaſures ſake, giue me the man Who out of recreation culls aduantage, Diues into ſeaſons, neuer walkes, but thinkes, Neides, but plots, my iourney was toward Eſſex. Moſt true? Where I haue ſeene what I deſire. A woman? Puh; a woman, yet beneath her, that which ſhee often treades on. Yet commands her land, fayre neate Land. What is the marke you ſhoote at. Why the fayreſt to cleaue the heire in twayne, I meane his Title to murder his eſtate, ſtifle his right in ſome ſome deteſted priſon, there are means and waies enow to hooke in Gentry, beſides our deadlye enmitye which thus ſtands they'r buſye 'bout our wiues, We 'bout their Lands. Your reuenge is more glorious, To be a cuckold is but for one life, When land remaines to you, your heire, or wife! Ah ſirrah, doe we ſtinge'm, this freſh gallant rode newly vp before me! I beſeech his name. Yong maſter Eaſye. Eaſye? It may fall right. I haue enquir'd his haunt, ſtay, ha, I that, 'tis, thats he, thats he! Happilie!