Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 464 words
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Your shadow if you please, and you my substance. With all my heart. ay, I warrant her with all her heart, and now must be do as all shadows do, when night comes, creeps into the substance. Say a do, doye here husband, I hear do vow before all the watchful guard of heaven, that I have lived as true unto thy bed, & chaste unto thy love, as ere was Turtle to her mate: but hence forth ceremonious custom shall not curb me of delight, let her be bridled by opinion, whose weak desires cannot break her rains: for my part, i'll make you know my will is like a flint, smooth and cold, but being hardly strooken, sparkles forth fire even in the strikers eyes: I am ashamed that I have said thus much, yet I may lawfully speak, for why? come sir, will ye walk? the proverb says, give losers leave to talk. O wages, wages, O honest wages! what other Gallants come to your Lady in my absence? Truly sir, sometimes there comes a proper young Gentleman one Master Woodlie. Would lie! with whom would he lie good Wages? Why with my Lady sir, and he could get her good will: but he is a Gentleman I can assure ye sir, for he walks always in boots, but in troth his gentility is something decaying, his boots are on their deathbed, for their souls are upon parting, and I think he be a Soldier too, for his sword and his hangers are more worth than all his clothes, and a is a very proper man, for he is as tall as one of the Guard, and he will come sometimes and take my Lady by the hand, and pump for wit half an hour together. How dost mean, pump, ha! Why sir, thus he will take my Lady by the hand, and wring it halfe an hour together, and say nothing. Is that pumping for wit? O sir I, for he that wrings a fair Lady by the hand, and says nothing, doth but pump for wit, that's certain. A most witty exposition, of what years. Faith sir he's indeed a man of no ears, for a hath been on the pillary. But what makes the crop-eared stallion with my wife then? Alas nothing but lies with her, and she lies with him, would you have any more? More! no, too much by heaven, nay then 'twas past suspicion, past doubt, past jealousy, is not my hairs turned all to horns? am I not a monstrous and deformed Beast? my wife's a Goddess (though not Diana) she can transform: I branch wages, I branch, do I not? am not I a goodly screen for men to hang their hats upon.
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Your shadowe if you please, and you my substance. With all my heart. I, I warrant her with al her heart, and now must be doe as all shadowes doe, when night comes, creeps into the substance. Say a doe, do'y heere husband, I heare doe vow before all the watchfull guard of heauen, that I haue liu'd as true vnto thy bed, & chaste vnto thy loue, as ere was Turtle to hir mate: but hence forrth cerimonious custome shall not curbe me of delight, let her be bridel'd by opinion, whose weake desires cannot break her rains: for my part, ile make you know my will is like a flint, smoothe and colde, but being hardly strooken, sparkles forth fire euen in the strikers eyes: I am a sham'd that I haue said thus much, yet I may lawfully speake, for why? come sir, will ye walke? the prouerbe saies, giue loosers leaue to talke. O wages, wages, O honest wages! what other Gallants come to your Lady in my absence? Truely sir, sometimes there comes a proper yong Gentleman one Maister Woodlie. Would lie! with whome would he lie good Wages? Why with my Lady sir, and he could get her good will: but he is a Gentleman I can assure yee sir, for he walkes alwaies in bootes, but in troth his gentility is something decaying, his bootes are on their death-bed, for their soules are vpon parting, and I thinke he be a Souldier too, for his sword and his hangers are more worth then all his cloathes, and a is a verie proper man, for he is as tall as one of the Guard, and he wil come sometimes and take my Ladie by the hand, and pumpe for witte halfe an houre together. How doost meane, pumpe, ha! Why sir, thus he will take my Lady by the hand, and wring it halfe an houre together, and say nothing. Is that pumping for wit? O sir I, for he that wringes a faire Lady by the hand, and saies nothing, doth but pumpe for witte, that's certaine. A moste wittie exposition, of what yeares. Faith sir he's indeede a man of no eares, for a hath beene on the Pillarie. But what makes the cropeard stallion with my wife then? Alasse nothing but lies with her, and shee lies with him, would you haue any more? More! no, too much by heauen, nay then twa's past suspisition, past doubt, past iealousie, is not my haires turnd all to hornes? am I not a monstrous and deformed Beast? my wife's a Goddesse (though not Diana) she can transforme: I branch wages, I brāch, do I not? am not I a goodly screene for men to hang their hats vpon.