Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Nay nay, 'twas my hard fortune to be your wife, time was I might have done otherwise, but it matters not, you esteem me as you do yourself, and think all things costly enough that covers shame, and that a pair of silken foresleeves to a satin breastplate, is a garment good enough for a capitol: but is master Wrangle, master Tangle, or master Trobleare of that opinion? in faith sir no. there's never a gallant in our state That goes more rich in gaudy bravery: And yet I hope for quality of speech, Audacious words or quirks or quiddities, You are not held their much inferior. Fie, fie, I am ashamed to see your baseness. Indeed master Prate she tells you truly; I wonder that you being a proper man and an Orator will not go brave, according to the custom of the country. Go to neighbour, he that will rise to the top of a high ladder must go up, not leap up: but be patiented wench, and thou shalt shortly see me gallant it with the best, and for thyself my Lollia, Not Lollia Paulina, nor those blazing stars, Which makes the world the Apes of Italy: Shall match thyself in sunbright splendency. Nay, verily for myself I care not, 'tis you that are my pride, if you would go like yourself I were appeased. Believe it wench so I will, but to the purpose for which I came, the end of this great war is now brought to a combat, two to two, the Duke of Epire and Alphonso for our Queen against the King and Prince Philocles: now wench if thou wilt go see the fight, I will send and provide thee of a good standing. Indeed, for you have near a good one of your own. What, precedent I say? Anon, anon sir. Why when I say, the villain's belly is like a bottomless pit, ever filling and yet empty, at your leisure sir. I can make no more haste than my teeth will give me leave. Well sir, get you without the town, to the place for the combat, and provide me for my wife some good standing, to see the conflict. How master how, must I provide a good standing for you for my mistress? truly Master I think a mary bone pie, candied oranges, preserved dates, or marmalade of cantharides were much better harbingers, cock sparrows stewed, doves brains or swans pizzles are very provocative, roasted potatoes or boiled skirrets are your only lofty dishes, me thinks these should fit you better than I can do. What's this, what's this I say? Provide me a standing for my wife upon a scaffold. And truly Master, I think a private chamber were better. I grant you, if there were a chamber convenient. Willing minds will make shift in a simple hole, close windows, strong locks, hard bed and sure posts, are your only ornaments. I think the knave be mad, sirrah you chop logic, blockhead, you that have your brain pan made of dry leather, & your wit ever wet-shod: pack about your business, or I'll pack your pen and inkhorn about your cares.
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Nay nay, 'twas my hard fortune to be your wife, time was I might haue done otherwise, but it matters not, you esteeme me as you doe your selfe, and thinke all things costly enough that couers shame, and that a paire of silken foresleeues to a satten brestplate, is a garment good enough for a capitoll: but is master Wrangle, master Tangle, or master Trobleare of that opinion? in faith sir no. Ther's neuer a gallant in our state That goes more rich in gaudy brauery: And yet I hope for quality of speech, Audacious words or quirkes or quidities, You are not held their much inferiour. Fy, fy, I am asham'd to see your basenesse. Indeede master Prate she telles you truly; I wonder that you being a proper man and an Orator will not go braue, according to the custome of the country. Go to neighbour, he that wil rise to the top of a high ladder must goe vp, not leape vp: but be patient wench, and thou shalt shortly see me gallant it with the best, and for thy selfe my Lollia, Not Lollia Paulina, nor those blasing starres, Which makes the world the Apes of Italy: Shall match thy selfe in sun-bright splendency. Nay, verily for my selfe I care not, tis you that are my pride, if you would goe like your selfe I were appeasd. Beleeue it wench so I will, but to the purpose for which I came, the end of this great warre is now brought to a combate, two to two, the Duke of Epyre and Alphonso for our Queene against the King and Prince Philocles: now wench if thou wilt goe see the fight, I will send and prouide thee of a good standing. Indeede, for you haue nere a good one of your owne. What, President I say? Anon, anon sir. Why when I say, the villains bellie is like a bottomlesse pit, euer filling and yet emptie, at your leasure sir. I can make no more haste then my teeth will giue mee leaue. Well sir, get you without the towne, to the place for the combate, and prouide me for my wife some good standing, to see the conflict. How master how, must I prouide a good standing for you for my mistresse? truly Master I thinke a mary bone pye, candi'd erringoes, preseru'd dattes, or marmaladd of cantharides were much better harbingers, cock sparrowes stew'd, doues braines or swannes pizels are very prouocatiue, roasted potatoes or boild skerrets are your onely lofty dishes, me thinks these should fit you better then I can doe. Whats this, whats this I say? prouide mee a standing for my wife vpon a scaffold. And truely Master, I thinke a priuat chamber were better. I graunt you, if there were a chamber conuenient. Willing minds will make shift in a simple hole, close windowes, strong locks, hard bed and sure posts, are your onely ornaments. I thinke the knaue be madde, sirra you chop logicke, blockhead, you that haue your braine panne made of dry leather, & your wit euer wetshod: pack about your businesse, or Ile pack your pen and inckhorne about your cares.