Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.76 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Or unto our Prudence truly she is a very witty wench and hath a stammel petticoat with three guards for the nonce; but for your merchants wife alas I am to little, speak to small, go to gingerly, by my troth I fear I shall look to fair. Our majesty dismounteth, and we put of our greatness, and now my little knaves I am plain Crack, as I am Bosphoros Carmelidon Honorificacuminos Bydet I am imperious: honour sparkles in mine eyes; but as I am Crack I will convey crossbite and cheat upon Simplicius, I will feed, satiat and fill your paunches: replenish, stuff or furnish your purses, we will laugh when others weep, sing when others sigh, feed when others starve, and be drunk when others are sober, this my charge at the loose, as you love our brotherhood, avoid true speech square dice, small liquour, and above all, those to ungentlemanlike protestations of indeed and verily, and so gentle Apollo touch thy nimble string our scene is done yet 'fore we cease we sing. Faith sister I long to play with a feather, Prithee Lucia bring the shuttlecock. Out on him light pated Fantastic, he's like one of our gallants at.— I wonder who thou speak'st well of? Why of myself, for by my troth I know none else will. Sweet sister Meletza let's sit in judgement a little, faith of my servant monsieur Laverdure. Troth well for a servant, but for a husband (fie) I. Why why? Why he is not a plain fool, nor fair, nor fat, nor rich, rich fool. But he is a knight, his honour will give the passado in the presence tomorrow night, I hope he will deserve: All I can say is as, as the common fiddlers will say in their God send you well to do. How think'st thou of the amorous Iacomo. Iacomo why on my bare troth. Why bare troth. Because my troth is like his chin tath no hair on't; gods me his face looks like the head of a taber, but trust me he hath a good wit. Who told you so. One that knows, one that can tell? whose's that. himself. Well wench, thou hadst a servant one Fabius what hast thou done with him. I done with him? out of him puppy, by this feather his beard is directly brick colour, and perfectly fashioned like the husk of a chestnut, he kisses with the driest lip; fie on him. O but your servant Quadratus the absolute Courtier. Fie, fie, speak no more of him, he lives by begging? He is a fine Courtier flatters admirable, kisses Fair Madam, smells surpassing sweet, wears And holds up the arras, supports the tapestry, When I pass into the presence very gracefully and I assure you. Madam here is your shuttlecock Sister is not your weighting wench rich? Why sister why? Because she can flatter: prithee call her not, She has 24. hours to Madam yet; come you You prate i'faith I'll toss you from post to pillar.
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Or vnto our Prudence truly shee is a very witty wench and hath a stammell petticote with three gards for the nonce; but for your Marchants wife alas I am to little, speake to small, go to gingerly, by my troth I feare I shall looke to faire. Our maiesty dismounteth, and wee put of our greatnesse, and now my little knaues I am plaine Crack, as I am Bosphoros Carmelidon Honorificacuminos Bydet I am imperious: honor sparckles in mine eyes; but as I am Crack I wil conuay crosbite and cheat vpon Simplicius, I will feed, satiat and fill your panches: replenish, stuff or furnish your purses, wee will laugh when others weepe, sing when others sith, feede when others starue, and be drunke when others are sober, this my charge at the loose, as you loue our brother-hood, auoide true speech square dice, small liquor, and aboue all, those to vngentlemanlike protestations of indeede and verely, and so gentle Appollo touch thy nimble string our sceane is donne yet fore wee cease wee sing. Faith sister I long to play with a fether, Pree-thee Lucia bring the shuttle-cock. Out on him light pated Phantasticke, he's like one of our gallants at. — I wonder who thou speak'st well of? Why of my selfe, for by my troth I know none els wil. Sweet sister Meletza lets sit in iudgment a little, faith of my seruant Mounsier Lauerdure. Troth well for a seruant, but for a husband (figh) I. Why why? Why he is not a plaine foole, nor faire, nor fat, nor rich, rich foole. But he is a knight, his honour will giue the passado in the presence to morrow night, I hope he wil deserue: Al I can say is as, as the common fiddlers will say in their God send you well to do. How think'st thou of the amorous Iacomo. Iacomo why on my bare troth. Why bare troth. Because my troth is like his chinne tath no haire on't; gods me his face lookes like the head of a taber, but trust me he hath a good wit. Who told you so. One that knowes, one that can tell? Whose that. Him selfe. Well wench, thou hadst a seruant one Fabius what hast thou done with him. I donne with him? out of him puppy, by this fether his beard is derectly brick collour, and perfectly fashion'd like the husk of a cheessnut, hee kisses with the driest lip; figh on him. O but your seruant Quadratus the absolute Courtier. Fie, fie, speake no more of him, he liues by begging? He is a fine Courtier flatters admirable, kisses Faire Madam, smells surpassing sweete, weares And holds vp the arras, supportes the tapistry, When I passe into the presence very gracefully and I assure you. Madam here is your shuttle-cock Sister is not your waighting wench rich? Why sister why? Because she can flatter: pree-thee call her not, She has 24. houres to Maddam yet; come you You prate yfaith Ile tosse you from post to piller.