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 · 498 words
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Faith my Lord you'll near win a woman by sighing, crossing your arms, and crying aye me! the only way to wiN them, is to care little for am: when they are sad do ye sing: when they sing and are merry, then take your time & put am to't: if they will, so: if not, let them snick up, if you will walk in my Lord, i'll show ye many principles I learned of my Mother, they may do your lordship good. Go go, I will: but O unhappy fate, When youth and weakness must support our state. How now Fleire? Save you Fleire. Save ye Gallants: O signor Petoune, shall you and I be friends again? Why are ye enemies? No great enemies, a quarrel rose between us. I do not like such quarrels, a struck me sir, and I protest and swear to you sir by this Trinidado, had I not taken the box on my cheek, a had broke my Pipe. Why didst not strike him again? O no, his Father's a justice. Nay if the Father be of the peace, I see no reason the Son should fight. What, a Coward signor? fie, a coward? A Coward? why that's his only virtue, for a Coward abuseth no man, but a makes him satisfaction: for if a wrong all men, a gives all men leave to beat him, he's like a whetstone, he sets an edge on another, & yet a will not cut himself. Come, come, we must needs have you friends, & thou'st do him some good offices. Who? I? with all my heart, but what is't sir? what is't? Thou shalt commend his love to Madam Fromaga. His love to her? what signor, in love with my Ladies Ancient? Why her Ancient? Because she carries her colours for her, but 'tis in a box: but signor you shall have a good match on't, though she be not rich, yet she's an ancient woman, and is able to get her living, by midwifery, and I can tell ye 'tis not the worst trade going, considering how young and old, and all do their good wills to set them a work, and 'tis a good hearing, better they get then the Lawyers, for your midwives live by the agreement between party and party, & the falling in of lovers, but the Lawyers live by the falling out of friends. I pray sir what may she be worth? Worth? let me see, she hath three yellow periwigs of her own: she hath a Fan with a short silver handle about the length of a barber's syringe; she has a looking-glass too, but that has played the prodigal Citizen with her, 'tis broken, and much other goods of the same nature. But come signor, how will you woo her? I will tell her she is so wise, that neither age nor time could cozen her of beauty. And by my faith that will do well.
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Faith my Lord youl nere win a woman by sighing, crossing your armes, and crying aye mee! the onely way to wiN them▪ is to care little for am: when they are sad doe yee sing: when they sing and are merrie, then take your time & put am too't: if they will, so: if not, let them snick vp, if you will walke in my Lord, ile shew ye manie principles I learn't of my Mother, they may doe your lordship good. Go go, I will: but O vnhappie fate, When youth and weakenes must support our state. How now Fleire? Saue you Fleire. Saue ye Gallants: O Signior Petoune, shall you and I be friendes agen? Why are ye enemies? No great enemies, a quarrell rose betweene vs. I doe not like such quarrels, a struck mee sir, and I protest and sweare to you sir by this Trinidado, had I not taken the box on my cheeke, a had broke my Pipe. Why didst not strike him agen? O no, his Father's a Iustice. Nay if the Father be of the peace, I see no reason the Sonne should fight. What, a Coward Signior? fye, a coward? A Coward? why thats his onely vertue, for a Coward abuseth no man, but a makes him satisfaction: for if a wrōg all men, a giues al men leaue to beate him, hee's like a whetstone, he sets an edge on another, & yet a wil not cut himselfe. Come, come, we must needes haue you friendes, & thou'st doe him some good offices. Who? I? with all my heart, but what i'st sir? what i'st? Thou shalt commend his loue to Madā Fromaga. His loue to her? what Signior, in loue with my Ladies Antient? Why her Ancient? Because shee carries her colours for her, but tis in a box: but signior you shall haue a good match on't, though she be not rich, yet shee's an ancient woman, and is able to get her liuing, by midwiferie, and I can tell yee tis not the worst trade going, considering how young and olde, and all doe their good wils to set them a worke, and tis a good hearing, better they gette then the Lawyers, for your midwiues liue by the agreement betweene partie and partie, & the falling in of louers, but the Lawyers liue by the falling out of friendes. I pray sir what may she be worth? Worth? let me see, shee hath three yellow perewigs of her own: she hath a Fan with a short siluer handle about the length of a Barbors siringe; she has a Looking-glasse too, but that has plaid the prodigall Cittizen with her, tis broken, and much other goods of the same nature. But come Signior, how will you woe her? I will tell her she is so wise, that neither age nor time could cousen her of beautie. And by my faith that will doe well.