Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.79 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Pish, pish, why what of him? Is he not wondrous like your decea'sd kinsman Albano. Exceedingly the strangest nearly like In voice, in gesture face in— Nay he hath Albanos imperfection too, And stuts when he is vehemently moved. Observe me then, him would I have disguised, Most perfect like Albano: giving out, Albano saved by swimming (as in faith 'Tis known he swum most strangely) rumor him, This morn arrived in Venice, here to lurk As having heard the forward Nuptials, T'observe his wife's most infamous lewd haste And to revenge— I have't, I have't, I have't, 'twill be invincible. By this means now some little time we catch, For better hopes at least disturb the match. I'll to Francisco. Brother Adrian You have our brother's picture, shape him to it. Precise in each but Tassel, fear it not. Saint Mark then prosper once, our hopeful plot. Good souls, good day, I have not slept last night, I'll take a nap, then pell-mell broach all spite. Ho Bydett Lackey. signior? See who knocks, look you boy, peruse their habits, return perfect notice, la la lie ro. Quadratus. Quadratus, mor dieu, ma vie: I lay not at my lodging tonight, I'll not see him now on my soul, he's in his old Perpetuana suit, I am not within. He is fair, gallant, rich, neat as a Bridegroom, fresh as a new-minted sixpence, with him Lampatho Doria, Simplicius Faber. And in good clothes. Accoutred worthy a presence. Uds so: my gold wrought Waistcoat and Nightcap open my Trunk, lay my richest suit on the top, my Velvet slippers, cloth of gold gamashes, where are my cloth of silver hose, lay them.— At pawn sir. No sir, I do not bid you lay them at pawn Sir. No sir, you need not for they are there already. Mor du garzone: set my richest Gloves, Garters, Hats, just in the way of their eyes, so let them in, observe me withal duteous respect, let them in. Phoebus, Phoebe, Sun, Moon, and seven Stars make thee the dilling of Fortune, my sweet Laverdure, my rich French blood, ha' ye dear rogue, hast any pudding Tobacco? God morrow signior. monsieur Laverdure, do you see that Gentleman, he goes but in black Satin as you see, but by Helicon he hath a cloth of Tissue wit, he breaks a jest, ha, he'll rail against the Court till the gallants— O God he is very Nectar, if you but sip of his love, you were immortal, I must needs make you known to him: I'll induce your love with dear regard. signior Lampatho here's is a French Gentleman monsieur Laverdure a traveler, a beloved of heaven, courts your acquaintance. Sir I protest I not only take distinct notice of your dear rarities of exterior presence, but also I protest I am most vehemently enamoured, and very passionately dote on your inward adornments and abilities of spirit, I protest I shall be proud to do you most obsequious vassalage.
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Pish, pish, why what of him? Is he not wondrous like your decea'sd kinsman Albano. Exceedingly the strangest neerly like In voice, in gesture face in— Nay he hath Albanos imperfection too, And stuttes when he is vehemently mou'd. Obserue me then, him would I haue disguis'd, Most perfect like Albano: giuing out, Albano sau'd by swimming (as in faith 'Tis knowne he swome most strangely) rumor him, This morne arriu'd in Venice, heere to lurke As hauing heard the for-ward Nuptials, T'obserue his wifes most infamous lewd hast And to reuenge— I hau't, I hau't, I hau't, 'twill be inuincible. By this meanes now some little time we catch, For better hopes at least disturbe the match. Ile to Francisco. Brother Adrian You haue our brothers picture, shape him to it. Precise in each but Tassell, feare it not. Saint Marke then prosper once, our hopefull plot. Good soules, good day, I haue not slept last night, Ile take a nap, then pell mell broach all spight. Ho Bydett Lackey. Sinior? See who knocks, looke you boy, peruse their habits, returne perfect notice, la la ly ro. Quadratus. Quadratus, mor dieu, ma vie: I lay not at my lodging to night, Ile not see him now on my soule, hee's in his old Perpetuana sute, I am not within. He is faire, gallant, rich, neate as a Bride-groome, fresh as a new-minted six-pence, with him Lampatho Doria, Symplicius Faber. And in good cloathes. Accoutred worthy a presence. Vdes so: my gold wrought Wast-coate and Night-cap open my Trunck, lay my richest sute on the top, my Veluet slippers, cloth of gold gamashes, where are my cloth of siluer hose, lay them. — At pawne sir. No sir, I do not bid you lay them at pawne Sir. No sir, you need not for they are there already. Mor du garzone: set my richest Gloues, Garters, Hatts, iust in the way of their eyes, so let them in, obserue mee withall dutious respect, let them in. Phoebus, Phoebe, Sunne, Moone, and seauen Starres make thee the dilling of Fortune, my sweet Lauerdure, my rich French bloud, ha yee deere rogue, hast any pudding Tobacco? God morrow Sinior. Mounsieur Lauerdure, do you see that Gentleman, hee goes but in black Sattin as you see, but by Hellicon hee hath a cloth of Tissue wit, hee breakes a iest, ha, heele raile against the Courttil the gallants— O God he is very Nectar, if you but sip of his loue, you were immortall, I must needes make you knowne to him: Ile induce your loue with deere regarde. Sinior Lampatho heers is a French Gentleman Mounsieur Lauerdure a Traueller, a beloued of heauen, courts your acquaintance. Sir I protest I not onely take distinct notice of your deere rarities of exterior presence, but also I protest I am most vehemently inamor'd, and very passionately doate on your inward adornements and habilities of spirit, I protest I shall be proud to doe you most obsequious vassalage.