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 · 483 words
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It goes not by cleanness here good woman, if you were fouler, so you were braver, you might come nearer. Nay and that be the fashion, I hope I shall get it shortly, there's no woman so old but she may learn; and as an old Lady delights in a young Page or monkey, so there are young Courtiers will be hungry upon an old woman, I warrant you. Come, leave your puling and sighing. Beshrew you now, why did you entice me from my father Why? to thy better advancement, wouldst thou a pretty beautiful— juicy squall, live in a poor thrummed house i'th' country in such servile— habiliments, and may well pass for a gentlewoman i'th' City, does not 5 hundred do so thinkst thou, and with worse faces, oh, now in these latter days, the Devil reigning 'tis an age for cloven creatures? but why sad now? yet indeed 'tis the fashion of any Courtesan to be seasick i'th' first Voyage, but at next she proclaims open wars, like a beaten soldier: why Northamptonshire Lass dost dream of virginity now? remember a loose-bodied Gown wench, & let it go, wires, & tires, bents and bums, felts and falls, thou that shalt deceive the world, that Gentlewomen indeed shall not be known from others; I have a master to whom I must prefer thee, after the aforesaid decking, Lethe by name, a man of one most admired property, he can both love thee and for thy better advancement be thy Pandar himself, an exc'llent spark of humility. Well heaven forgive you, you train me up to't. Why I do acknowledge it, and I think I do you a pleasure in't. And if I should prove a harlot now, I should be bound to curse you. Bound? nay and you prove a harlot, you'll be loose enough. If I had not a desire to go like a gentlewoman, you should be hanged, ere you should get me to't I warrant you. Nay that's certain, nor a 1000. more of you, I know, you are all chaste enough, till one thing or other tempt you! deny a Satin gown and you dare now? You know I have no power to do't, and that makes you so wilful: for what woman is there such a beast that will deny any thing that is good. True they will not, most dissembler. No, and she bear a brave mind she will not I warrant you. Why, therefore take heart, faint not at all, Women near rise, but when they fall, Let a man break, he's gone, blown up, A woman's breaking sets her up, Virginity is no City— Trade, You're out a'th' Freedom, when you're a maid, Down with the lattice 'tis but thin, Let courser beauties work within: Whom the light mocks, thou art fair and fresh, The guilded flies, will light upon thy flesh.
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It goes not by cleannes here good woman, if you were fowler, ſo you were brauer, you might come neerer. Nay and that be the faſhion, I hope I ſhall get it ſhortly, there's no woman ſo ould but ſhe may learne; and as an old Lady delights in a young Page or monckey, ſo there are young Courtiers will be hungry vpon an old woman, I warrant you. Come, leaue your puling and ſighing. Beſhrew you now, why did you entice me from my father Why? to thy better aduancement, wouldſt thou a pretty beautifull—Iuicy ſquall, liue in a poore thrumbd houſe i'th cuntry in ſuch ſeruile—habiliments, and may well paſſe for a gentlewoman i'th Citie, do's not 5 hundred do ſo thinkst thou, and with worſe faces, oh, now in theſe latter dayes, the Deuill raygning tis an age for clouen creatures? but why ſad now? yet indeed tis the faſhion of any Curtizan to be ſea-ſicke i'th firſt Voyage, but at next ſhee proclaimes open wars, like a beaten ſouldier: why Northampton-ſhire Laſſe do'ſt dreame of virginity now? remember a looſe-bodied Gowne wench, & let it goe, wires, & tyres, bents and bums, felts and falls, thou that ſhalt deceiue the world, that Gentlewomen indeed ſhall not be knowen from others; I haue a maſter to whome I muſt prefer thee, after the aforeſayd decking, Lethe by name, a man of one moſt admired property, he can both loue thee and for thy better aduancement be thy Pandar himſelfe, an exlent ſparke of humility. Well heauen forgiue you, you traine me vp too't. Why I doe acknowledge it, and I thinke I doe you a pleaſure in't. And if I ſhould proue a harlot now, I ſhould be bound to curſe you. Bound? nay and you proue a harlot, youle be looſe ynough. If I had not a deſire to goe like a gentlewoman, you ſhould be hangd, ere you ſhould get me too't I warrant you. Nay thats certain, nor a 1000. more of you, I know, you are all chaſt ynough, till one thing or other tempt you deny a Sattin gowne and you dare now? You knowe I haue no power to doo't, and that makes you ſo wilfull: for what woman is there ſuch a beaſt that will deny any thing that is good. True they will not, moſt diſſembler. No, and ſhee beare a braue mind ſhee will not I warrant you. Why, therfore take heart, faint not at all, Women nere riſe, but when they fall, Let a man breake, hee's gone, blowen vp, A womans breaking ſets her vp, Virginitie is no Citie—Trade, You're out a'th Freedome, when you're a mayde, Downe with the lattis tis but thin, Let courser beauties worke within: Whome the light mocks, thou art faire and freſh, The guilded flies, will light vpon thy fleſh.