Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
'tis not in fashion dear Lady to call the breaking out of a Gentlewoman's lips, scabs, but the heat of the Liver. So sir: if you have a sweet breath, and do not smell of sweaty linen, you may draw nearer, nearer. I am no friend to Garlic Madam. You write the sweeter verse a great deal sir, I have heard much good of your wit master Poet: you do many devices for citizens wives: I care not greatly because I have a City Laundress already, if I get a City Poet too: I have such a device for you, and this it is. O welcome Tailor: do but wait till I dispatch my Tailor, and I'll discover my device to you. I'll take my leave of your Ladyship. No: I pray thee stay: I must have you sweat for my device Master Poet. He sweats already believe it. A cup of wine there: what fashion will make a woman have the best body Taylor. A short dutch waist with a round catherine-wheel farthingale: a close sleeve with a cartoose colour and a piccadill. And what meat will make a woman have a fine wit Master Poet. Foul madam is the most light, delicate, & witty feeding. Foul sayst thou: I know them that feed of it every meal, and yet are as arrant fools as any are in a kingdom of my credit: hast thou done Taylor? now to discover my device sir: I'll drink to you sir. God's precious, we near thought of her device before, pray god it be any thing tolerable. I'll have you make 12. poesies for a dozen of cheese trenchers. O horrible! In Welsh madam? Why in Welsh sir. Because you will have them served in with your cheese Lady. I will bestow them indeed upon a Welsh Captain: one that loves cheese better than venison, for if you should but get 3. or 4. Cheshire cheeses and set them a running down Highgate-hill, he would make more haste after them than after the best kennel of hounds in England; what think you of my device? Fore-god a very strange device and a cunning one. Now he begins to eye the goblet. You should be a kin to the Bellamonts, you give the same Arms madam. Faith I paid sweetly for the cup, as it may be you and some other Gentleman have done for their Arms. Ha, the same weight: the same fashion: I had three nest of them given me, by a Nobleman at the christening of my son Philip. Your son is come to full age sir: and hath ta'en possession of the gift of his Godfather. Ha, thou wilt not kill me. No sir, i'll kill no Poet lest his ghost write satires against me. What's she? a good common wealths woman, she was borne. For her Country, and has borne her Country. Heart of virtue? what make I here?
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Tis not in fashion deere Lady to call the breaking out of a Gentlewomans lips, scabs, but the heate of the Liuer. So sir: if you haue a sweete breath, and doe not smell of swetty linnen, you may draw neerer, neerer. I am no friend to Garlick Madam. You write the sweeter verse a great deale sir, I hau heard much good of your wit maister Poet: you do many deuises for Cittizens wiues: I care not greatly because I haue a Citty Laundresse already, if I get a Citty Poet too: I haue such a deuise for you, and this it is. O welcome Tayler: do but waite till I dispatch my Tayler, and Ile discouer my deuice to you. Ile take my leaue of your Ladiship. No: I pray thee stay: I must haue you sweate for my deuice Maister Poet. He sweats already beleeue it. A cup of wine there: what fashion will make a woman haue the best bodie Taylor. A short dutch wast with a round cathern-wheele fardingale: a close sleeue wih a cartoose collour and a pickadell. And what meate will make a woman haue a fine wit Maister Poet. Fowle madam is the most light, delicate, & witty feeding. Fowle sayst thou: I know them that feede of it euery meale, and yet are as arrant fooles as any are in a kingdome of my cedit: hast thou don Taylor? now to discouer my deuice sir: Ile drinck to you sir. Gods pretious, wee nere thought of her deuice before, pray god it be any thing tollerable. Ile haue you make 12. poesies for a dozen of cheese trenchers. O horrible! In welch madam? Why in welch sir. Because you will haue them serud in with your cheese Ladie. I will bestow them indeede vpon a welch Captaine: one that loues cheese better than venson, for if you should but get 3. or 4. Cheshire cheeses and set them a running down Hiegate-hill, he would make more hast after thē than after the best kennell of hounds in England; what think you of my deuice? Fore-god a very strange deuice and a cunning one. Now he begins to eye the goblet. You should be a kin to the Bellamonts, you giue the same Armes madam. Faith I paid sweetely for the cup, as it may be you and some other Gentleman haue don for their Armes. Ha, the same waight: the same fashion: I had three nest of them giuen mee, by a Nobleman at the christing of my sonne Philip. Your sonne is come to full age sir: and hath tane possession of the gift of his God-father. Ha, thou wilt not kill mee. No sir, ile kill no Poet least his ghost write satires against me. Whats she? a good common welthes woman, shee was borne. For her Country, and has borne her Country. Heart of vertue? what make I here?