The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 19 of 46
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
God keep your Lordship. From thee and all thy sex. I'll be the clerk and cry Amen, Your Lordship's ever assured enemy Oriana. All the days good, attend your Lordship. We thank you Gonderino, is it possible, Can belief lay hold on such a miracle, To see thee, one that hath cloistered up all passion, Turned wilful votary, and forsworn, converse with women in company and fair discover, with the best beauty of Milan? 'tis true, and if your Grace that hath the sway Of the whole State, will suffer this lewd sex, These women, to pursue us to our homes, Not to be prayed, nor to be railed away, But they will woe, and dance, and sing, And in a manner, looser than they are By nature (which should seem impossible) To throw their arms, on our unwilling necks. No more, I can see through your visor, dissemble it no more, Do not I know thou hast used all Art, To work upon the poor simplicity Of this young Maid, that yet hath known none ill? Thinkst that damnation will fright those that woo From oaths, and lies? but yet I think her chaste, And will from thee, before thou shalt apply Stronger temptations, bear her hence with me. My Lord, I speak not this to gain new grace, But howsoever you esteem my words, My love and duty will not suffer me To see you favour such a prostitute, And I stand by dumb; without Rack, Torture, Or Strappado, I'll unrip myself, I do confess I was in company, with that pleasing piece of frailty, that we call woman; I do confess after A long and tedious siege, I yielded. Forward. Faith my Lord to come quickly to the point, the woman you saw with me is a whore; an arrant whore. Was she not Count Valores Sister? Yes, that Count Valores Sister in nought. Thou darest not say so. Not, if it be distasting to your Lordship, but give me freedom, & I dare maintain, she has embraced this body, and grown to it as close, as the hot youthful vine to the elm. Twice have I seen her with thee twice my thoughts were prompted by mine eye, to hold thy strictness false and imposterous: is this your mewing up, your strict retirement, your bitterness and gall against that sex: have I not heard thee say, thou wouldst sooner meet the Basilisks dead doing eye, then meet a woman for an object: look it be true you tell me, or by our country's Saint your head goes off: if thou prove a whore, no woman's face shall ever move me more. So, so, 'tis as it should be, are women grown so mankind? Must they be wooing, I have a plot shall blow her up, she flies, she mounts, I'll teach her Ladyship to dare my fury, I will be known and feared, and more truly hated of women than an Eunuch. she's here again, good Gaul be patient, for I must dissemble.
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God keepe your Lordship. From thee and all thy sex. Ile be the Clarke and crie Amen, Your Lordships euer assured enemie Oriana. All the dayes good, attend your Lordship. We thanke you Gonderino, is it possible, Can beleefe lay hold on such a miracle, To see thee, one that hath cloystred vp all passion, Turn'd wilfull votary, and forsworne, conuerse with women in company and faire discoure, with the best beauty of Myllaine? Tis true, and if your Grace that hath the sway Of the whole State, wil suffer this lewd sex, These women, to pursew vs to our homes, Not to be praid, nor to be rail'd away, But they will woe, and daunce, and sing, And in a manner, looser then they are By nature (which should seeme impossible) To throw their armes, on our vnwilling neckes. No more, I can see through your vissore, dissemble it no more, Doe not I know thou hast vs'd all Arte, To worke vpon the poore simplicitie Of this yong Maide, that yet hath knowne none ill? Thinkst that damnation will fright those that wooe From othes, and lies? but yet I thinke her chast, And will from thee, before thou shalt apply Stronger temptations, beare her hence with mee. My Lord, I speake not this to gaine new grace, But howsoeuer you esteeme my wordes, My loue and dutie will not suffer mee To see you fauour such a prostitute, And I stand by dumb; without Racke, Torture, Or Strappado, Ile vnrippe my selfe, I doe confesse I was in company, with that pleasing peece of frailtie, that we call woman; I doe confesse after along and tedious seige, I yeelded. Forward. Faith my Lord to come quickly to the point, the woman you saw with me is a whore; an arrant whore. Was shee not Count Valores Sister? Yes, that Count Valores Sister in naught. Thou darst not say so. Not, if it be distasting to your Lordship, but giue mee freedome, & I dare maintaine, she ha's imbrac'd this body, and growne to it as close, as the hot youthfull vine to the elme. Twice haue I seen her with thee twice my thoghts were prompted by mine eye, to hold thy strictnesse false and imposterous: is this your mewing vp, your strict retirement, your bitternesse and gaule against that sex: haue I not heard thee say, thou wouldst sooner meet the Basilisks dead doing eye, then meet a woman for an object: looke it be true you tell mee, or by our countries Saint your head goes off: if thou proue a whore, no womans face shal euer moue me more. So, so, 'tis as it should be, are women growne so mankind? Must they be wooing, I haue a plot shal blow her vp, shee flyes, shee mounts, Ile teach her Ladyship to dare my furie, I will be knowne and fear'd, and more truly hated of women then an Eunuch. Shees here againe, good gaule be patient, for I must dissemble.