Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.78 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Sir she is rich And a great heir. 'tis the more dangerous, Dangerous? Lord where be those gallant spirits, The time has been when scarce an honest woman, Much less a wench could pass an Inn of court, But some of the fry would have been doing With her: I knew the day when Shreds a tailor Coming once late by an Inn of Chancery, Was laid along, and muffled in his cloak, His wife took in, Stitched up, turned out again, And he persuaded all was but in jest, Tut those brave boys are gone, these which are left, Are wary lads, live poring on their books, And give their linen to their laundresses, By tail, they now can save their purses, I knew when every gallant had his man. But now a twelvepenny weekly Laundress, Will serve the turn to half a dozen of them, Here comes my man, what news. As you would wish. The Lady Somerfield is come to town, Her horses yet are walking, and her men say, Her only daughter, is conveyed away, No man knows how: now to it mast, You and your Servant Dash are made for ever If you but stick to it now. Gentlemen, Now show yourselves at full, and not a man, But shares a fortune with me if I speed. Tut fear not us be sure you run away, And we'll perform the quarrel. Stand close, they come, Art sure he willbe here Most sure. Beard. Be. Sir. Bear up the torch, and keep your way apace Directly to the Savoy. Have you a Licence, Look to that brother before you marry, For fear the Parson lose his benefice. Tut our Curate craves no licence, a swears His living came to him by a miracle, How by miracle? Why a paid nothing for't, A swears that few be free from Simony, But only Welshmen, and those a says to, Are but mountain Priests. But hang him fool he lies, What's his reason? His reason is this, That all their livings are so rude and bare, That not a man, will venture his damnation By giving money for them: a does protest, There is but two pair, of hoof, and shoes, In all his Parish. Hold up your light Sir. Shall I be taught how to advance my torch, What's the matter Lieutenant. Your Lieutenants an ass. How an ass; die men like dogs. hold gentlemen. An ass, an ass. Hold brother hold, Lieutenant. Put up as you are men, your wife is gone. Gone. Gone. How, which way? this is some plot, Down toward Fleet bridge. Follow, follow, follow. So has the wench let us pursue a loof, And see the event, this will prove good mirth, When things unshaped shall have a perfect birth. 'tis a thing unpossible, they should be gone Thus far and we not see them.
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Sir she is rich And a great heire. Tis the more dangerous, Dangerous? Lord where be those gallant spirits, The time has beene when scarce an honest woman, Much lesse a wench could passe an Inn of court, But some of the fry would haue bene doing With her: I knew the day when Shreds a Taylor Comming once late by an Inne of Chancerie, Was layd a long, and muffled in his cloake, His wife tooke in, Stytcht vp, turnd out againe, And he perswaded all was but in iest, Tut those braue boyes are gone, these which are left, Are wary lads, liue poring on their bookes, And giue their lynnen to their landresses, By tayle, they now can saue their pursses, I knew when euery gallant had his man. But now a twelpenny weekely Landresse, Will serue the turne to halfe a dosen of them, Here comes my man, what newes. As you would wish. The Lady Somer-field is come to towne, Her horses yet are walking, and her men say, Her onely daughter, is conuayd away, Noe man knowes how: now to it mast, You and your Seruant Dash are made for euer If you but sticke to it now. Gentlemen, Now show your selues at full, and not a man, But shares a fortune with me if I speed. Tut feare not vs be shure you runne away, And weele performe the quarrell. Stand close, they come, Art sure he wilbe here Most sure. Beard. Be. Sir. Beare vp the torch, and keepe your way apace Directly to the Sauoy. Haue you a Lycence, Looke to that brother before you marry, For feare the Parson loose his benifice. Tut our Curat craues no lycence, a sweres His liuing cam to him by a miracle, How by miracle? Why a paid nothing fort, A swares that few be free from Symony, But onely welchmen, and those a sayes to, Are but mountayne Priests▪ But hang him foole he lies, Whats his reason? His reason is this, That all their liuings are so rude and bare, That not a man, will venter his damnation By giuing mony for them: a does protest, There is but two paire, of hoose, and shooes, In all his Parish. Hold vp your light Sir. Shall I be taught how to aduance my torch, Whats the matter Leiftenant. Your Lieftenants an asse. How an asse; die men like dogs. hold gentlemen. An asse, an asse. Hold brother hold, Lieftenant. Put vp as you are men, your wife is gonne. Gone. Gone. How, which way? this is some plot, Downe toward Fleete bridge. Follow, follow, follow▪ So has the wentch let vs persue a loofe, And see the euent, this will proue good mirth, When things vnshapde shall haue a perfit birth. Tis a thing vnpossible, they should be gon Thus far and we not see them.