Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Pretty i'faith, have ye any more of these tricks? I may be outfaced of myself with a Card often, but i'faith Uncle, the best knave i'th' bunch, nor all the law in your Budget cannot do't, & as for you Sisley bumtrinkets, i'll have about with you at the single Stackado are you a woman? No. What then? A Maid. If his tongue falter, all our plots bewrayed. If a true maid, lend a true maid your hand. Both hand and heart The like of me command, Now I conjure thee by the love You bear Diane's silent Grove, By Cupid's bow, and go den arrow, Venus' Dove, and chirping Sparrow, By all those vows, the listening winds, Hear when Maids unclasp their minds. By those sweet oaths men use in bed, Besieging of a Maiden head. I do conjure you fore these Lords, To answer truly to my words. By these and more, by all the scapes Of amorous Ioue and Phoebus rapes, By lovers sweet, and secret meetings, Hand embracings and lip-greetings, I promise you before these Lords, To answer truly to your words. Where were you borne? In Genoa. Your name? Emilia. Lie not. 'twere open shame to lie before so many. In what Art were you instructed? That's not in my part. Say music. Quickly. I was taught to sing, Unto the Lute, and Court each amorous string With a soft finger. Good, how many springs Lived you in Monta Santa? Zounds this stings. How many? Nine. Zounds ten. Ten fops. Nay quick Twixt nine and ten. Right, answer. I'the nick. Your age? What? Any thing. Come, fie, you linger. I am just as old. As what? my little finger. You dally sixteen. eighteen. eighteen fools, Nay and you prompt we'll hiss you forth the schools. Come your reply, nay quick your certain age, I am just as old as— true Emila's page. A page? Disguised? Wrapped in a woman's smock? I'm in a wood. And I can spring a cock, Woodcock of our side: And you bill so fair, Make a clear glade, I'll single forth a pair. Fie her wit scalds. We shall have change of weather. Cocks of one hen, come prince, let's hold together. I thought we should find a Counterfeit of you Then nail me to your lips with a kiss, and make me currant payment. What, young Orlando? how does Charingcross? Is Westminster yet friends with Winchester? Zounds Iulio now. Alas my Lord, it was a mere device to— Make your Highness merry, when I heard You were returned without your wished Adventure. Oh Master Merchant, you adventured well, To cheat yourself thus of a thousand marks, How now my Lord? Nay, i'll but see your breast, mine eyes desire, No lower object. Go to, read your errors. I cannot now return, non est inventa, Brother embrace your child, your second heir, I found firm witness in her bosom bare. Art thou Emilia?
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Prittie yfaith, haue ye any more of theſe tricks? I may be out-fac'd of my ſelfe with a Carde often, but yfaith Vncle, the beſt knaue 'ith bunch, nor all the law in your Budget cannot doo't, & as for you Siſley bumtrinkets, ile haue about with you at the ſingle Stackado are you a woman? No. What then? A Maide. If his tongue falter, all our plots bewraide. If a true maide, lend a true maide your hand. Both hand and heart The like of me commaund, Now I coniure thee by the loue Yu beare Dianes frien Groue, By Cupids bo ve, and go den arrow, Venus Doue, and chirping Sparrow, By all thoſe voes, the liſtning windes, Heare when Maides vclaſpe their mindes. By thoſe ſweete oathes men vſe in bed, Beſeeging of a Maiden head. I doe coniure you fore theſe Lords, To anſwere truely to my words. By theſe and more, by all the ſcapes Of amorous Ioue and Phoebus rapes, By Louers ſweet, and ſecret meetings, Hand embracings and lip-greetings, I promiſe you before theſe Lords, To anſwere truely to your words. Where were you borne? In Genoa. Your name? Emilia. Lye not. Twere open ſhame to lye before ſo many. In what Art were you inſtructed? That's not in my part. Say muſique. Quickly▪ I was taught to ſing, Vnto the Lute, and Court each amorous ſtring With a ſoft finger. Good, how many ſprings Liu'd you in Monta Santa? Zoundes this ſtings. How many? Nine. Zoundes ten. Ten fops. Nay quicke Twixt nine and ten▪ Right, anſweare. I'the nick. Your age? What? Any thing. Come, fie, you linger. I am iuſt as old. As what? my little finger. You dally Sixteene. Eighteene. Eighteene fooles, Nay and you prompt weele hiſſe you forth the ſchooles. Come your reply, nay quick your certen age, I am iuſt as old as—true Emilaes page. A page? Diſguiſde? Wrapt in a womans ſmock? Ime in a wood. And I can ſpring a cock, Woodcock of our ſide: And you bill ſo faire, Make a cleere glade, Ile ſingle forth a paire. Fie her witte ſcaldes. We ſhall haue change of weather. Cocks of one hen, come prince, lets hold together. I thought we ſhould finde a Counterfeit of you Then naile me to your lips with a kiſſe, and make me currant paiment. What, young Orlando? how dooes Charing-Croſſe? Is Weſtminſter yet friendes with Wincheſter? Zoundes Iulio now. Alas my Lord, it was a meere deuice to— Make your Highneſſe merry, when I heard You were return'd without your wiſh'd Aduenture. Oh Maiſter Marchant, you aduenturd well, To cheate your ſelfe thus of a thouſand markes, How now my Lord? Nay, ile but ſee your breſt, mine eyes deſire, No lower obiect. Go to, reade your errors. I cannot now returne, non eſt inuenta, Brother embrace your childe, your ſecond heire, I found firme witnes in her boſome bare. Art thou Emilia?