Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Although my first creation and my birth, My thoughts and other tempers of my souls, took all their noble beings from the sword, And made me only for the use of wars: Yet in this combat, something methinks appears, Greater than greatest glory, and doth raise My mind beyond herself, 'Sfoot methinks Caesar's Pharsalia, Nor Scipio's Carthage, nor Emily's acts, Were worthy chairs of triumph, they o'er men's Poor mangled bodies, and fire-wasted climes, Made their triumphant passage, but we two Must conquer thoughts and love, more than the gods can do. True, and therein Consists the glorious garland of our praise, But we neglect th'affairs of preparation. Florio be it your charge To see th'erection of the squared lists, Fit ground for either army, and what else, Belongs unto such royal eminence. How near will your majesties hand the lists extend Unto the city's walls? So as the dullest eye, May see the heedfulst passage in the fight. What square or circuit? Threescore pace each way. Your majesty shall have your will performed. Do, and you do us grace; and now thou sun, That art the eye of heaven, whose pure sight, Shall be our guide, and Joves' great Chronicler, Look from thy sphere, No guilt of pride, of malice or of blood, Puts on our armour, only pure naked love Tutors our hopes, and doth our actions move. Enough my Philocles, thine orisons are heard. Come let's away. Now fie upon't, who would be an orator's wife, and not a Gentlewoman if she could choose? a Lady is the most sweet lascivious life, conieyes and kisses, the tire, O the tire, made castle upon castle, jewel upon jewel, knot upon knot, crowns, garlands, gardens, and what not? the hood, the rabato, the french fall, the lose bodied gown, the pin in the hair, now clawing the pate, then picking the teeth, and every day change, when we poor souls must come and go for every man's pleasure, and what's a Lady more than another body? we have legs and hands, and rolling eyes, hanging lips, sleek brows, cherry cheeks, and other things as Ladies have, but the fashion carries it away. Why how now Mistress Prat? i'the old disease still, will it never be better, cannot a woman find one kind man amongst twenty? O the days that I have seen, when the law of a woman's wit, could have put her husband's purse to execution. O Mistress Collaquintida, mine is even the unnaturallest man to his wife. Faith for the most part, all scholars are so: for they take so upon them to know all things, that indeed they know nothing: & beside, they are with study and ease, grown so unwieldy, that a woman shall near want a sore stomach that's troubled with them. And yet they must have the government of all. True, and great reason they have for it, but a wise man will put it in a woman's hand, what? She'll save what he spends.
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Although my first creation and my birth, My thoughts and other tempers of my soules, Tooke all their noble beings from the sword, And made me onely for the vse of warres: Yet in this combate, something methinkes apeares, Greater then greatest glory, and doth raise My minde beyond her selfe, S'foot methinkes Casars Pharsalia, Nor Scipios Carthage, nor Emilias acts, Were worthy chaires of triumph, they ore mens Poore mangled bodies, and fire-wasted climes, Made their triumphant passage, but we two Must conquer thoughts and loue, more then the gods can doe. True, and therein Consists the glorious garland of our praise, But we neglect th'affaires of preparation. Florio be it your charge To see th'erection of the squared lists, Fit ground for either army, and what else, Belongs vnto such royall eminence. How neere will your maiesties hand the lists extend Vnto the Cities walles? So as the dullest eie, May see the heedfulst passage in the fight. What square or circuite? Threescore pace each way. Your maiesty shal haue your will perform'd. Do, and you do vs grace; and now thou sunne, That art the eye of heauen, whose pure sight, Shall be our guide, and Ioues great Chronicler, Looke from thy spheare, No guilt of pride, of mallice or of blood, Puts on our armour, onely pure naked loue Tutors our hopes, and doth our actions moue. Enough my Philocles, thine orizons are heard. Come lets away. Now fy vpon't, who would be an Orators wife, and not a Gentlewoman if she could chuse? a Lady is the most sweet lasciuious life, conieyes and kisses, the tire, O the tire, made castell vpon castell, iewell vpon iewell, knot vpon knot, crownes, garlands, gardins, and what not? the hood, the rebato, the french fall, the loose bodyed gowne, the pinne in the haire, now clawing the pate, then picking the teeth, and euery day change, when we poore soules must come and goe for euery mans pleasure, and what's a Lady more then another body? we haue legges and hands, and rouling eies, hanging lips, sleeke browes, cherrie cheekes, and other things as Ladies haue, but the fashion carries it away. Why how now Mistresse Prat? i'the old disease still, will it neuer be better, cannot a woman finde one kind man amongst twentie? O the daies that I haue seene, when the lawe of a womans wit, could haue put her husbands purse to execution. O Mistresse Collaquintida, mine is euen the vnnaturallest man to his wife. Faith for the most part, all schollers are so: for they take so vpon thē to know al things, that indeed they know nothing: & besides, they are with study and ease, growne so vnweldy, that a woman shall neare want a sore stomacke that's troubled with them. And yet they must haue the gouernment of all. True, and great reason they haue for it, but a wise man will put it in a womans hand, what? shee'le saue what he spends.