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 · 496 words
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O signior, condemn not all for some, indeed I must confess there have been Ladies at executions. ay, and they sat bare faced too, for fear the little fleet holes of their masks should not give their eyes room enough for such a prospect: one Lady thrust her head so far out at a window, with greedy desire to see all, that the whole body was like to follow, making a forked tree with her head down, had neither Gentleman Usher, contrary to the nature of his office, catched hold of her behind. A forked tree, why what tree dost thou think she would have made? O sir, a Meddler-tree, a Meddler-tree. But Fleire, how does the Gentleman Usher live with thy Ladies? Faith sir in the nature of a monkey, that flatters and fawns, and shakes his tail in his Mistress lap: but i'faith Gallants, whether are you two bound now? We are even ready for your two Ladies signior; Faith and you shall find my two Ladies as ready for you two: Come, come, I'll put you in the way of all flesh, I'll send you to Gravesend, I'll see you in the Tilt-boat, When you are there, ship yourselves: in, in, in. How is't Fleir? O my Lord, you are a welcome man. Save you O signeur. O my gracious knight, and whither are you two bound now? Faith e'en to your two Ladies signeur, Yea? and will you to the southward i'faith? will you to the confines of Italie my Gallants? take heed how ye go Northwards, 'tis a dangerous Coast, jest not with't in Winter, therefore go Southwards my Gallants, Southwards hoe: I have shipped two Gallants in a storm, I fear they have spent their main Masts by this time, and are coming home again: but if you will Southwards, my hearts of gold, I'll ship you in pomp, I'll send ye under the very line, where the sun's at hottest. But come, shall we go see thy Ladies, Fleir? ay, ay, ay, Come: but my good Lord you'll be a welcome man, for I have heard her often swear, that had she such a Husband, a man so richly decked in virtuous ornaments, she would forsake this life, herself, nay, her very being, to be yours; O my good Lord, she loves you dearly. Pheu, but I cannot requite it, Why my good Lord? she's a common thing. But say she may turn my Lord. She has been so much worn, she's not worth the turning now. O my Lord, penitence doth purge a spotted soul, and better leave sin late then not at all: and I do know my Lord, that for your love from her immodest life she'll turn. ay, ay, I doubt not but she'll turn: but 'twill be like a Buzzard Hawk that turns her tail to her game. Fleir, is the gentleman usher that I preferred to your Ladies in any favour with them?
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O signor, condemne not all for some, indeede I must confesse there haue been Ladies at executions. I, and they sat bare fac't too, for feare the little fleet holes of their maskes should not giue their eyes roome ynough for such a prospect: one Ladie thrust her head so far out at a windowe, with greedy desire to see all, that the whole body was like to followe, making a forked tree with her head downe, had nother Gentleman Vsher, contrarie to the nature of his office, catcht hold of her behinde. A forked tree, why what tree doost thou thinke shee would haue made? O sir, a Medler-tree, a Medler-tree. But Fleire, how does the Gentleman Vsher liue with thy Ladies? Faith sir in the nature of a Munkie, that flatters and fawnes, and shakes his taile in his Mistres lap: but yfaith Gallants, whether are you two bound now? We are euen readie for your two Ladies Signeur; Faith and you shall finde my two Ladies as readie for you two: Come, come, Ile put you in the way of all flesh, Ile send you to Graues-ende, Ile see you in the Tilt-boat, When you are there, ship your selues: in, in, in. How is't Fleir? O my Lord, you are a welcome man. Saue you O signeur. O my gracious knight, and whither are you two bound now? Faith een to your two Ladies signeur, Yea? and will you to the South-ward yfaith? will you to the confines of Italie my Gallants? take heede how ye goe Northwardes, tis a daungerous Coast, ieast not with't in Winter, therefore goe Southwardes my Gallants, South-wards hoe: I haue shipt two Gallants in a storme, I feare they haue spent their maine Mastes by this time, and are comming home agen: but if you will Southwards, my hearts of golde, Ile shippe you in pompe, Ile sende yee vnder the verie line, where the Sunn's at hottest. But come, shall we goe see thy Ladies, Fleir? I, I, I, Come: but my good Lord youle bee a welcome man, for I haue heard her often sweare, that had she such a Husband, a man so richly deckt in vertuous ornaments, shee woulde forsake this life, her-selfe, nay, her verie being, to be your's; O my good Lord, shee loues you deerly. Pheu, but I cannot requite it, Why my good Lord? Shees a common thing. But say she may turne my Lord. Shee has beene so much worne, shees not worth the turning now. O my Lord, penitence doth purge a spotted soule, and better leaue sinne late then not at all: and I doe knowe my Lorde, that for your loue from her immodest life sheel turne. I, I, I doubt not but sheele turne: but t'will bee like a Buzzard Hawke that turnes her tayle to her game. Fleir, is the gentleman vsher that I preferd to your Ladies in any fauour with them?