Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 481 words
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Believe me love, howe'er some stricter wits, Condemn all women which are prone to love, And think that if their favour fall on any, By consequence they must be nought with many, And hold a false position, that a woman False to herself, can trusty be to no man, Yet know I say, howe'er my life hath lost The fame which my Virginity aspired, I will be true to thee, my deed shall move, To win from all men pity, if not love. Tut, I know thee a good rascal, let's in, And on with all your neat and finest rags. On with your cloak and safeguard, you arrant drab, You must cheat without all conscience, filch for thee & me. Do but thou act what I shall well contrive, we'll teach my Lawyer a new way to thrive. Come loved Adriana here let us sit, And mark who passes; now for a wager, What coloured beard comes next by the window? A black man's I think. I think not so, I think a red, for that is most in fashion, Lord how scarce is the world of proper men And gallants; sure we never more shall see A good leg worn in a long silk stocking, With a long codpiece, of all fashions That carried it i'faith, what's he goes by? A snivelling Citizen, he is carrying ware, Unto some lady's chamber: but who's this? I know him not, a looks just like a fool. He's very brave a may be a Courtier, What's that a reads. Ah how light a treads For dirting his silk stockings, I'll tell thee what, A witty woman may with ease distinguish, All men by their noses, as thus: your nose Tuscan is lovely, large and broad, Much like a Goose, your valiant generous nose. A crooked smooth and a great puffing nose, Your scholars nose is very fresh and raw For want of fire in winter, and quickly smells, His chops of mutton, in his dish of porridge. Your Puritan nose is very sharp and long, And much like your widows, and with ease can smell, An edifying capon some five streets off, O mistress a very proper gentleman, And trust me so it is, I never saw A man that sooner could captive my thoughts (Since I writ widow) then this gentleman, I would a would look up. I'll laugh so loud That he may hear me. That's not so good And spoke you with Master Small-shank. I did. Will a meet his brother. A said a would, And I believed him, I tell you master I have done that for many of these gallants That no man in this town would do but I. What's is that boy. Why trust them on their words But will you hear the news which now supplies, The city with discourse. What is it wag
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Beleeue me loue, how ere some stricter wits, Condemne all women which are prone to loue, And thinke that if their fauour fall on any, By consequence they must be naught with many, And hold a false position, that a woman False to her selfe, can trusty be to no man, Yet know I say, how ere my life hath lost The fame which my Virginity aspyr'd, I will be true to thee, my deed shall mooue, To win from all men pitty, if not loue. Tut, I know thee a good rascall, lets in, And on with all your neate and finest ragges. On with your cloake and saue-gard, you arrant drab, You must cheate without all conscience, filtch for thee & me. Do but thou act what I shall well contriue, Weele teach my Lawyer a new way to thriue. Come lou'd Adriana heere let vs sit, And marke who passes; now for a wager, What colourd bear'd comes next by the window? A black mans I thinke. I thinke not so, I thinke a redde, for that is most in fashion, Lord how scarce is the world of propper men And gallants; sure wee neuer more shall see A good legge worne in a long silke stocking, With a long cod-peece, of all fashions That carried it ifaith, what's he goes by? A sniueling Cittizen, he is carrying ware, Vnto some Ladies chamber: but whoe's this? I know him not, a lookes iust like a foole. He's very braue a may be a Courtier, Whats that a reads. Ah how light a treads For durting his silke stockings, Ile tell thee what, A witty woman may with ease distinguish, All men by their noses, as thus: your nose Tuscan is louely, large and brawde, Much like a Goose, your valiant generous nose. A croked smoth and a great puffing nose, Your schollers nose is very fresh and raw For want of fire in winter, and quickly smells, His choppes of mutton, in his dish of porrage. Your Puritan nose is very sharpe and long, And much like your widdows, and with ease can smell, An edefying capon some fiue streets off, O mistris a very proper gentleman, And trust me so it is, I neuer saw A man that sooner could captiue my thoughts (Since I writ widdow) then this gentleman, I would a would looke vp. Ile laugh so loud That he may here me. Thats not so good And spake you with Maister Smalshanke. I did. Will a meete his brother. A said a woud, And I beleeued him, I tell you maister I haue done that for many of these gallants That no man in this towne would do but I. Whats is that boy. Why trust them on their words But will you heare the newes which now supplies, The citty with discourse. What is it wag