Chapman, George · published 1611 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.71 · 541 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
WEll done my lusty bloods, Well done. Fit, fit observance for this May-morning; Not the may-month alone, they take when it comes; Nor the first week of that month; Nor the first day; but the first minute of the first hour, of the first day. Lose no time bloods, lose no time; though the Sun go to bed never so much before you, yet be you up before him; call the golden sluggard from the silver arms of his Lady, to light you into yours, when your old father Ianuary here in one of his last days, thrusts his forehead into the depth of May's fragrant bosom: What may you Aprils perform then? O what may you do? Well yet will I say thus much for myself, wheresoever the affections of youth are, there must needs be the instruments, and where the instruments are, there must of necessity be the faculties; What am I short of them then? A sound old man, ably constituted, handsomely dieted, that took his May temperately at their ages, and continued his own; why should he not continue their ages in his own? By the Mass I feel nothing that stands against it, and therefore sweet May I salute thee with the youngest: I have love to employ thee in, as well as the proudest young princock, and so have at you Mistress Frances China: have at you Mistress Frank: I'll spread my nets for you i'faith, though they be my very purse nets, wherein what heart will not willingly lie panting? How now? God's my life, I wonder what made this May-morning so cold, and now I see 'tis this Ianuary that intrudes into it; what paper is that he holds in hand trow we? Here have I put her face in rhyme, but I fear my old vain will not stretch to her contentment. O hair, no hair but beams stolen from the Sun. Out upon her, if it be she that I think, she has a Fox red cranion; A forehead that disdains the name of fair. And reason, for 'tis a folwe one. A matchless eye. True, her eyes be not matches. A cheek, vermilion red. Painted I warrant you. A far commanding mouth. It stretches to her ears in deed. A nose made out of wax. A red nose, in sincerity. This could I send, but person, person does it: A good presence, to bear out a good wit; a good face, a pretty Court leg, and a deft dapper parsonage, no superfluous dimensions, but fluent in competence; for it is not Hector but Paris, not the full armful, but the sweet handful that Ladies delight in. O notable old whinyard. Such a size of humanity now, and brain enough in it, it is not in the strength of a woman to withstand; well she may hold out a parley or two, for 'tis a weak fort that obeys at the first or second summons, if she resist the third she is discharged, though she yield in future: for then it appears it was no fault of hers: but the man that would take no denial. What rests now? means for access: True. O an honest Bawd were worth gold now.
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WEll done my lusty bloods, Well done. Fit, fit obseruance for this May-morning; Not the May-Moneth alone, they take when it comes; Nor the first weeke of that Moneth; Nor the first day; but the first minute of the first houre, of the first day. Loose no time bloods, loose no time; though the Sunne goe to bedde neuer so much before you, yet be you vp before him; call the golden sluggard from the siluer armes of his Lady, to light you into yours, when your old father Ianuary here in one of his last dayes, thrusts his fore-head into the depth of Mayes fragrant bosome: What may you Aprilles performe then? O what may you doe? Well yet will I say thus much for my selfe, wheresoeuer the affections of youth are, there must needs be the instruments, and where the instruments are, there must of necessity be the faculties; What am I short of them then? A sound old man, ably constituted, holsomly dyeted, that tooke his May temperately at their ages, and continued his owne; why should he not continue their ages in his owne? By the Masse I feele nothing that stands against it, and therefore sweet May I salute thee with the yongest: I haue loue to employ thee in, as well as the prowdest yong princock, and so haue at you Mistris Frances China: haue at you Mistris Franke: I'e sprede my nets for you yfaith, though they be my very purse nets, wherein what heart will not willingly lye panting? How now? Gods my life, I wonder what made this May-morning so cold, and now I see 'tis this Ianuary that intrudes into it; what paper is that he holds in hand trow we? Here haue I put her face in rime, but I feare my old vaine will not stretch to her contentment. O haire, no haire but beames stolne from the Sunne. Out vpon her, if it be shee that I thinke, shee has a Fox red cranion; A fore-head that disdaines the name of faire. And reason, for 'tis a folwe one. A matchlesse eye. True, her eyes be not matches. A cheeke, vermillion red. Painted I warrant you. A farre commanding mouth. It stretches to her eares in deede. A nose made out of waxe. A red nose, in sincerity. This could I send, but person, person does it: A good presence, to beare out a good wit; a good face, a prety Court legge, and a deft dapper personage, no superfluous dimensions, but fluent in competence; for it is not Hector but Paris, not the full armefull, but the sweet handfull that Ladies delight in. O notable old whyniard. Such a size of humanity now, and braine enough in it, it is not in the strength of a woman to withstand; well shee may hold out a parle or two, for 'tis a weake fort that obeyes at the first or second summons, if shee resist the third shee is discharg'd, though shee yeeld in future: for then it appeares it was no fault of hers: but the man that would take no deniall. What rests now? meanes for accesse: True. O an honest Baude were worth gold now.