Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 472 words
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Faith your wages will be much about the nature of your office, very bare standing wages: I think some forty shillings a year. Why, how mean they I shall live in their service? Why, by their countenance: I ha' known a Lord hath given his fool nothing but his countenance to live by, and I can tell you, t'as proved a good Court-maintenance too. Countenance? I hope I have a countenance good enough of mine own, I need not serve for one. In troth and so a has for a Gentleman-usher, I must needs say a very harmless silly countenance. Yet faith I mean to try their bounty. Come will you walk in sir? I'll follow you. Very willingly. This is brave i'faith, a shall go bare before me too, a will serve us all three when we are abroad. Come sister, come, we were not borne to stand, 'tis against the nature of our sex's kind: come, sit, and tell me, how many suitors you have, and which you most do love? and I will tell you all mine, and which I most respect. Faith I have a dozen at the least, and their deserts are all so good, I know not which I should love most: and one last day did court me thus: O had my tongue the influence to lead thy fair thoughts as thy fair looks do mine: then shouldst thou be his prisoner who is thine. I seeing my poor Gentleman likely to be drowned in the depth of Hellespont, delivered him this verse to catch hold of: O be not fair, and so unkind: misshapen stuff, is of behaviour boisterous and rough. But come, what was a for a man? What was a for a man? Why, a was a man for a woman, what should 'a be? and i'faith he was a neat lad too, for his beard was newly cut bare; marry it showed something like a Meadow newly mowed: stubble, stubble. Well I have a suitor too, if he had as much wit as living, it may be I should find in my heart to love him. What, is't Sir Iohn Have-little that gallant Knight that Courts delicate Ladies? spare not the sweat of my body, man was made to labour, use my creation, women to bear, i'll use yours: Birds to fly, Fish to swim, &c. And then swears by my conscience Lady, I esteem you as I do money, which buys every thing, and that's but like a Punk, for every man has to do with it. No Sister no, 'tis not he, for I think his wit cannot call his wealth Master, nor his wealth his wit, and yet they are both Servants to a fool. Faith who is't Sister, is't a proper man? hath he a good face?
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Faith your wages wil be much about the nature of your office, verye bare standing wages: I thinke some fortie shillings a yeare. Why, how meane they I shall liue in their seruice? Why, by their countenance: I ha knowne a Lord hath giuen his foole nothing but his countenance to liue by, and I can tell you, t'as proou'd a good Court-maintenance too. Countenance? I hope I haue a countenance good inough of mine owne, I neede not serue for one. In troth and so a has for a Gentleman-vsher, I must needs say a verie harmelesse silly countenance. Yet faith I meane to trie their bountie. Come will you walke in sir? Ile follow you. Verie willingly. This is braue yfaith, a shall go bare before mee too, a will serue vs all three when wee are abroad. Come sister, come, wee were not borne to stand, t'is against the nature of our sexes kinde: come, sit, and tell me, how many suters you haue, and which you most doe loue? and I will tell you all mine, and which I most respect. Faith I haue a dozen at the least, and their deserts are all so good, I know not which I should loue most: and one last day did court me thus: O had my tongue the influence to lead thy faire thoughts as thy faire lookes do mine: then shouldst thou be his prisoner who is thine. I seeing my poore Gentleman likely to be drownd in the depth of Hellespont, deliuered him this verse to catch hold of: O be not faire, and so vnkinde: misshapen stuffe, is of behauiour boystrous and rough. But come, what was a for a man? What was a for a man? Why, a was a man for a woman, what should a be? and yfaith he was a neate lad too, for his beard was newly cut bare; marry it showed something like a Medow newly mowed: stubble, stubble. Well I haue a suter too, if hee had as much witte as liuing, it may bee I should finde in my heart to loue him. What, i'st Sir Iohn Haue-little that gallant Knight that Courts delicate Ladies? spare not the sweate of my bodie, man was made to labour, vse my creation, women to bear, ile vse yours: Birds to flye, Fish to swimme, &c. And then sweares by my cōscience Lady, I esteem you as I doe money, which buyes euerye thing, and thats but like a Puncke, for euery man has to doe with it. No Sister no, tis not he, for I thinke his wit cannot cal his wealth Maister, nor his wealth his wit, and yet they are both Seruants to a foole. Faith who is't Sister, i'st a proper man? hath hee a good face?