Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
'tis the person and conditions I respect, and not face, for every Boy has a good face, and it's not worth a hair. No Sister no, my love is more worthier than words can utter: I cannot sympathize his rare perfections with any earthy substance: this Globe of dirt produceth nothing worthy of his comparison, so soul's perfection so refines his body, as you would think an Angel were his sire: his discourse, behaviour, and humanity, attracts to him my soul's felicity. Pray heaven it be not mine: nay come who is your love? tell me? Nay who is yours? speak first. Yet again! If it be mine, my heart will break: mine is Master Who, who, who? Ruffell. Pray God 't be true. In troth 'tis he. And mine is Master Spark, and look here they come. Faith Ladies, youth and beauty always be your handmaids. Best fortunes your attendants. Good clothes your companions. we all of us your servants. And let Tobacco be your perfumes. Lord Gentlemen how your wits Caper! methinks 'twould become you well at first entrance, your discretions came in with a sober measure. Ladies we are come to make a Gentleman of your acquaintance here. His name good Master Spark? he's very welcome. His name is Sig. Petoune a traveler and a great tobacconist. Faith Ladies I take it now and then fasting for the purification of my wit. Purification? why has your wit lain in childbed sir? Yes indeed Lady, brought to bed of a Mooncalf. Faith Ladies if you used but mornings when ye rise, the divine smoke of this Celestial herb, it will more purify, cleanse and mundify your complexions, by ten parts then your dissolved Mercury, your juice of Lemons, your distilled snails, your gourd waters, your oil of tartar, or a thousand such toys. Sure Ladies I must needs say th' instinct of this herb hath wrought in this Gentleman such a divine influence of good words, excellent discourse, admirable invention, incomparable wit: why I tell ye, when he talks, wisdom stands a mile off and dares not come near him, for fear a should shame her: but before a did use this Tobacco, a was the arrantst Woodcock that ever I saw. Indeed I was a very silly fellow. Nay you were an arrant ass. Sure I was a fool. Nay, you were a most monstrous puppy. Indeed I was an Idiot, a very Idiot. By this light thou wert a most egregious coxcomb. Indeed I was, indeed I was. But since, it hath embellished his good parts, perfected his ill parts, and made his secret actions correspondent to his outward wisdom, as you may well perceive. Faith Lady these Gentlewomen have not long used my company, yet you see how Tobacco hath already refined their spirits. Petoune I wonder Tobacco hath not purified the complexion of thy nose?
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Tis the person and conditions I respect, and not face, for euery Boy has a good face, and its not worth a hayre. No Sister no, my loue is more worthier then words canne vtter: I cannot simpathize his rare perfections with any earthye substance: this Globe of durt produceth nothing worthye of his comparison, so soules perfection so refines his body, as you would thinke an Angell were his sire: his discourse, behauiour, and humanitie, attracts to him my soules felicitie. Pray' heauen it bee not mine: nay come who is your loue? tell me? Nay who is yours? speake first. Yet agen! If it be mine, my heart will breake: mine is Maister Who, who, who? Ruffell. Pray God 't be true. In troth tis he. And mine is Maister Sparke, and looke heere they come. Faith Ladyes, youth and beauty alwaies bee your handmaides. Best fortunes your attendants. Good clothes your companions. Wee all of vs your seruants. And let Tobacco be your perfumes. Lord Gentlemen how your wits Caper! me thinkes twould become you well at first entrance, your discretions came in with a sober measure. Ladies we are come to make a Gentleman of your acquaintance heere. His name good Maister Spark? hee's very welcome. His name is Sig. Petoune a Traueller and a great Tobaconist. Faith Ladyes I take it now and then fasting for the purification of my wit. Purification? why has your wit layne in child-bed sir? Yes indeede Lady, brought to bed of a Moone-calfe. Faith Ladies if you vsde but mornings when ye rise, the diuine smoke of this Celestiall herbe, it will more purifie, clense and mundifie your complexions, by ten partes then your dissolued Mercury, your iuice of Lemmons, your distilled snailes, your gourd waters, your oyle of rartar, or a thousand such toyes. Sure Ladies I must needes say th' instinct of this herb hath wrought in this Gentleman such a diuine influence of good words, excellēt discourse, admirable inuention, incō parable wit: why I tel yee, when he talkes, wisdom stands a mile off and dares not come neere him, for feare a should shame her: but before a did vse this Tobacco, a was the arrantst Woodcock that euer I saw. Indeed I was a very silly fellow. Nay you were an arrant asse. Sure I was a foole. Nay, you were a most monstrous puppie. Indeed I was an Idiot, a verie Idiot. By this light thou wert a most egregious coxcombe. Indeed I was, indeed I was. But since, it hath imbellisht his good parts, perfected his ill partes, and made his secrete actions correspondent to his outward wisdome, as you may well perceiue. Faith Ladie these Gentlewomen haue not long vsed my companie, yet you see how Tobacco hath alreadie refined their spirits. Petoune I wonder Tobacco hath not purifyed the complexion of thy nose?