Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 488 words
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Your ransom's but a kiss. Is that your law of arms? Yes madam, but i'll take it on your lips. My lips like faithful Treasurers shall see it discharged. And here are my honest receivers to take it. Am I freed now? As if you had served seven year for't: sweet kiss, rare lip. Has she not a sweet breath my Lord? As perfume. And a soft lip? And smooth as velvet: I could scarce discern it from velvet: i'd pawn my office for the fellow on't, madam. Here. Here Aspero, on with this beard and gown: I think he follows me by the scent, his hat, so: a narrow miss i'faith my Lord? Gone madam? even upon going, one of you counterfeit my voice, there I deceived you my Lord. Have you deceived me madam? Not yet, but I will, and you look not the better to't, busy him till you think we are out of the Court, and then follow us: you shall find us at the south port, now or never my Lord. Why then 'twill never be Lady. Here. Where? Here. scaped again? she's scaped indeed my Lord, you may cast your cap after her, for I see you can do no other good upon her. What have I catched you? Kiss her and let her go. king's truce till I breathe a little. And you had need so, for I think you are almost out of breath, if you be not, you shall be, and that's as good, but breath and spare not. Did you ever converse with a more stranger dissolute, madam? Peremptory jack, jailor, as you respect your office, lay special watch that none of what degree soever have access to him. Without me. Or your signet. Signet me no signets, your goldsmith's shop is like your Swans nest, has a whole brood of signets, and all of a feather, & amongst many, one may be like another, let none enter upon the stage where Aspero plays the madam, without Hortensio. Is he mad my Lord? As the Lord that gave all to his followers, and begged more for himself. If he call for me, tell him I scorn him. If he counterfeit my voice (as mad fellows will counterfeit great men's hands, and their tongues too) rate him for't, threaten him with the whip. But come not at him. if he call for meat promise him fair; But give him none. If for light. He may fire the house, let him have none. if he chafe, laugh. If he rail, sing. if he speak fair, flout him. Do any thing to vex him. But nothing to content him, you hear my charge, as you respect your office regard it. I warn you my Lord, let me alone, and we knew not how to abuse a prisoner, we were not worthy to be a jailor. Are you in breath my Lord?
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Your ranſome's but a kiſſe. Is that your law of armes? Yes madam, but ile take it on your lips. My lips like faithfull Treaſurers ſhall ſee it diſchargde. And here are my honeſt receiuers to take it. Am I freed now? As if you had ſeru'd ſeauen yeare for't: ſweete kiſſe, rare lippe. Has ſhe not a ſweet breath my Lord? As perfume. And a ſoft lip? And ſmooth as veluet: I could ſcarce diſcerne it from veluet: ide pawne my office for the fellow on't, madam. Here. Here Aſpero, on with this beard and gowne: I thinke hee followes me by the ſent, his hat, ſo: a narrowe miſſe yfaith my Lord? Gone madam? Euen vpon going, one of you counterfet my voice, there I deceiud you my Lord. Haue you deceiu'd me madam? Not yet, but I will, and you look not the better too't, buſie him till you thinke we are out of the Court, and then followe vs: you ſhall find vs at the ſouth port, now or neuer my Lord. Why then twill neuer be Lady. Here. Where? Here. Scapt againe? Shee's ſcapt indeed my Lord, you may caſt your cap after her, for I ſee you can do no other good vpon hir. What haue I catchd you? Kiſſe her and let her goe. Kings truce till I breath a little. And you had neede ſo, for I thinke you are almoſt out of breath, if you be not, you ſhall be, and thats as good, but breathe and ſpare not. Did you euer conuerſe with a more ſtraunger diſſolute, madam? Peremptory iacke, iaylor, as you reſpect your office, lay ſpeciall watch that none of what degree ſoeuer haue acceſſe to him. Without me. Or your ſignet. Signet mee no ſignets, your goldſmiths ſhop is like your Swans neaſt, has a whole brood of ſignets, and all of a feather, & amongſt many, one may be like another, let none enter vpon the ſtage where Aſpero playes the madam, without Hortenſio. Is he mad my Lord? As the Lord that gaue all to his followers, and beg'd more for himſelfe. If he call for me, tell him I ſcorne him. If he counterfet my voice (as mad fellowes will counterfet great mens hands, and their tongues too) rate him for't, threaten him with the whip. But come not at him. Jf he call for meat promiſe him faire; But giue him none. If for light. He may fire the houſe, let him haue none. Jf he chafe, laugh. If he rayle, ſing. Jf he ſpeake fayre, flowt him. Do any thing to vexe him. But nothing to content him, you heare my charge, as you reſpect your office regard it. I warne you my Lord, let mee alone, and we knew not how to abuſe a priſoner, we were not worthy to be a Iaylor. Are you in breath my Lord?