Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Forgiveness wife: O how have I wronged thee, O who would abuse your sex, which truly knows ye? O women were we not borne of ye? should we not then honour you? nursed by ye, and not regard ye? begotten on ye, and not love ye? made for ye, and not seek ye? and since we were made before ye, should we not love and admire ye as the last? and therefore perfectest work of nature, Man was made when nature was but an apprentice, but woman when she was a skilful Mistress of her Art, therefore cursed is he that doth not admire those Paragons, those Models of heaven, Angels on earth Goddesses in shape: by their loves we live in double breath, even in our Offspring after death. Are not all Vices masculine, and Virtues feminine? are not the Muses the loves of the learned? do not all noble spirits follow the Graces because they are women, there's but one Phoenix and she's a female: Is not the Princes and foundress of good arts Minerva, borne of the brain of highest Ioue, a woman? have not these women, the face of love the tongue of persuasion, the body of delight? O divine perfectioned, women, whose praises no tongue can full express, for that the matter doth exceed the labour, O if to be a Woman be so excellent, what is it then to be a woman enriched by nature, made excellent by education, noble by birth, chaste by virtue, adorned by beauty: A fair woman which is the ornament of heaven, the grace of earth, the joy of life and the delight of all sense, even the very summum bonum of man's life. O monstrous heresy, he will be damned for that error. Nay, let him alone, for he had like to been burnt for that opinion ere now, had not a friend of mine plucked the fire from the stake. Come, let's break out upon him. O no good sir, though it be a thing much given to your name, yet let not us break out, let us not show such childish parts. Save ye Knight. And bless ye Lady, O sirrah, are you there? come ye hither, what's that strange Lady there? I think it be mistress Babee sir, master Nuecome's Mistress, for she looks like an Northern Lass, made of a strange fashion, something like a Lute, all belly to the neck. So, like a Lute, and you like a skilful musitian have been fingering it. How does your good Lady Knight, how doth she? Well I praise Hymen, and I adore my stars, she hath no acquaintance with such a female fly as you are. What means he by that? Why I think a means you are but a light housewife, but come let's leave him. Light housewife, hang him dogged cynic. Farewell Knight. Forgiveness wife. Now the plague of Egypt light upon you all, Lice devour ye ye come: hither sirrah, what's the cause you keep such villainous company?
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Forgiuenesse wife: O how haue I wrong'd thee, O who would abuse your sex, which truely knowes ye?▪ O women were we not borne of ye? should we not then honour you? nurs'd by ye, and not regard ye? begotten on ye, and not loue yee? made for ye, and not seeke ye? and since we were made before yee, should we not loue and admire ye as the last? and therefore perfect'st work of nature, Mā was made when nature was but an apprentice, but woman when she was a skilfull Mistresse of her Arte, therefore curssed is he that doth not admire those Paragons, those Moddels of heauen, Angels on earth Goddesses in shape: by their loues we liue in double breath, euen in our Ofspring after death. Are not all Vices masculine, and Vertues feminine? are not the Muses the loues of the learned? doe not all noble spirits followe the Graces because they are women, there's but one Phoenix and shee's a female: Is not the Princes and foundres of good artes Miner, borne of the braine of highest Ioue, a woman? haue not these women, the face of loue the tongue of perswasion, the body of delight? O deuine perfectiō'd, women, whose praises no tongue can ful expresse, for that the matter doth exceede the labour, O if to be a Woman bee so excellent, what is it then to be a woman inritch'd by nature, made excellent by education, noble by birth, chaste by vertue, adorn'd by beautie: A faire woman which is the ornament of heauen, the grace of earth, the ioy of life and the delight of all sence, euen the verie summum bonum of mans life. O monstrous herresie, he will bee damb'd for that error. Nay, let him alone, for he had like to bene burnt for that opinion ere now, had not a friend of mine pluckt the fire from the stake. Come, lets breake out vppon him. O no good sir, though it be a thing much giuen to your name, yet let not vs breake out, let vs not showe such childish partes. Saue ye Knight. And blesse ye Lady, O sirra, are you there? come ye hither, what's that strange Lady there? I thinke it be mistris Babee sir, maister Nuecome's Mistresse, for she lookes like an Northerne Lasse, made of a strange fashion, something like a Lute, all bellie to the necke. So, like a Lute, and you like a skilfull mutian haue bin fingring it. How does your good Ladie Knight, how doth she? Well I praise Hmē, and I adore my stars, she hath no acquaintance with such a female flie as you are. What meanes he by that? Why I thinke a meanes you are but a light huswife, but come let's leaue him. Light Huswife, hang him dogged Cinicke. Farwell Knight. Forgiuenesse wife. Now the plague of Egipt light vppon you all, Lice deuour yetcomeye hether sirra, what's the cause you keep such villanous company?