Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.73 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
On Mules and she Asses. Down with that Adam. But, for my train, for a Page with Pages, Maintain a hundred Gallants at your heels, Live in the Country, entertain again Into the Court, long-banished hospitality, Who since the first great hose with Codpieces grew out of fashion near durst show his head. Another, set it down, i'll spend after forty pound a day, i'll see which of my chevril brained imitators dares follow my fashion: 'sblood I cannot drink Tobacco two days, but the third the Church wardens & sidemen are at it in the Alehouse in sermon time, I cannot wear a suit half a day but the tailor's journeyman creeps into't: I cannot keep a block private, but every citizen's son thrusts his head into it: I cannot keep a wench but every grand-Iurors son in the Country imitates me, I care not if I make it petty treason for any man to kiss under ten pound a Kiss. Oh my Lord, 'twill never pass i'th' the Lower-house, they will not lose their liberty of kissing. Then keep a leash of Wenches. As common as cracking of nuts, not a servingman, but doth as much. Fore-god I have't, peculiar I have't. What is't Iulio? Your honour shall keep no wenches at all. No wenches? what shall become of me then? I must be round with you Tris, you must pack, many women they say are common, and i'll entertain nothing that savours of Community, I will not divulge. Nay, but hark you my Lord, though you maintain me, you do not lie with me, and I think that's the newer fashion. Fore-god the newest of all, for there's not a gallant maintains his wench but a will lie with her, down with that Adam. 'tis done. My Lord my Lord, the Duke your father with a great train is coming. From heaven or hell. That's more than I know, but by the faith of a page, or the word of a Gent. which you will, he is arrived and in great state entered the City. Zounds where's the slave that brought the false report of his death? But art sure 'tis my father? Or else your Mother did you the more wrong, shift for yourselves, for he is come. My father alive and come home, heart a me what shift? come home & find the Court turned Alehouse Dicing-house, Dancing school, I am undone horse and foot. Some Rosa-solis or Aqua mirabilis ho, for our general coward's in a swoon. I know you are a hot shot in a featherbed Tris, but that will vot serve turn now, therefore fall off, the enemy is too strong, deed Tris, every Lamb to his fold, and coney to her Borough, for the old Fox is abroad no, wilt not be? why then God a mercies brain. Cedant arma togae, my gown and books boy, some sudden device to keep him back half an hour, and win my good opinion for ever.
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On Mules and ſhee Aſſes. Downe with that Adam. But, for my traine, for a Page with Pages, Maintaine a hundred Gallants at your heeles, Liue in the Countrie, entertaine agen Into the Court, long-baniſh'd hoſpitalitie, Who ſince the firſt great hoſe with Codpeeces grewe out of faſhion neere durſt ſhew his head. Another, ſet it downe, ile ſpend after fortie po d a day, ile ſee which of my cheuerill braind immitators dares follow my faſhion: sblood I cannot drinke Tobacco two daies, but the third the Church wardens & fidemen are at it in the Alehouſe in ſermon time, I cannot weare a ſute halfe a day but the Tailors Iournyman creepes into't: I cannot keepe a block priuate, but euery Citizens ſonne thruſts his head into it: I cannot keepe a wench but euery grand-Iurors ſonne in the Countre imitates me, I care not if I make it petty treaſon for any man to kiſſe vnder ten pound a Kiſſe. Oh my Lord, twill neuer paſſe ith the Lowerhouſe, they will not looſe their libertie of kiſſing. Then keepe a leaſh of Wenches. As common as cracking of nuts, not a ſeruingman, but doth as much. Fore-god I hau't, peculiar I haue't. What iſt Iulio? Your honour ſhall keepe no wenches at all. No wenches? what ſhall become of me then? I muſt be round with you Tris, you muſt pack, many women they ſay are common, and ile entertaine nothing that ſauors of Communitie, I wil not diuulge. Nay, but hark you my Lord, though you maintaine me, you doe not lye with me, and I thinke that's the newer faſhion. Fore-god the neweſt of all, for there's not a gallant maintaines his wench but a will lye with her, downe with that Adam. Tis done. My Lord my Lord, the Duke your father with a great traine is comming. From heauen or hell. That's more then I knowe, but by the faith of a page, or the worde of a Gent. which you will, hee is ariu'd and in great ſtate entred the Cittie. Zounds wheres the ſlaue that brought the falſereport of his death? But art ſure tis my father? Or elſe your Mother did you the more wrong, ſhift for your ſelues, for he is come. My father aliue and come home, hart a me what ſhift? come home & finde the Court turnd Ale-houſe Dicing-houſe, Dauncing ſchoole, I am vndone horſe and foote. Some Roſaſolis or Aqua mirabilis ho, for our generall coward's in a ſwoune. I know you are a hot ſhot in a feather-bed Tris, but that will uot ſerue turne now, therefore fall off, the enemie is too ſtrong, deede Tris, euerie Lambe to his fold, and Cony to her Borough, for the olde Foxe is abroad no, wilt not bee? why then God a mercyes braine. Cedant arma togae, my gowne and bookes boy, ſome ſudden deuiſe to keepe him back halfe an houre, and win my good opinion for euer.