Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 473 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Yes, o' the vinegar, And the clean shirt. 'Tis well: that shirt may do you More worship than you think. Your aunt's afire But that she will not show it, t'have a sight on you. Ha'you provided for her grace's servants? Yes, here are sixscore EDWARD shillings. Good. And an old HARRY'S sovereign. Very good. And three JAMES shillings, and an ELIZABETH groat, O, Sir, yo'are come i' the only, finest time— Where's master? Now preparing for projection, sir. Your stuff will b' all changed shortly. Into gold? To gold, and silver, sir. Silver, I care not for. Yes, sir, a little to give beggars. Where's the lady? At hand, here. I ha' told her such brave things, o' you, Touching your bounty and your noble spirit— Hast thou? As she is almost in her fit to see you. But, good sir, no divinity i' your conference, For fear of putting her in rage— I warrant thee. six men will not hold her down. And, than If the old man should hear, or see you— Fear not. The very house, sir, would run mad. You know it How scrupulous he is, and violent, 'Gainst the least act of sin. physic, or Mathematics, Poetry, State, or Bawdry (as I told you) She will endure, and never startle: But No word of controversy. I am schooled, good Ulen. And you must praise her house, remember that, And her nobility. Let me, alone: No Herald, no nor Antiquary, Lungs, Shall do it better. Go. Why, this is yet A kind of modern happiness, to have DOL Common for a great lady. Now, EPICURE, Heighten thyself, talk to her, all in gold; Rain her as many showers, as JOVE did drops Unto his DANAE: Show the God a miser, Compared with MAMMON. What? the stone will do't. She shall feel gold, taste gold, hear gold, sleep gold: Nay, we will concumbere gold. I will be puissant, And mighty in my talk to her! Here she comes. To him, DOL, suckle him. This is the noble knight, I told your ladyship— Madame, with your pardon, I kiss your vesture. Sir, I were uncivil If I would suffer that, my lip to you, sir. I hope, my lord your brother be in health, lady? My lord, my brother is, though I no lady, sir. (Well said my Guinea-bird.) Right noble madame— (O, we shall have most fierce idolatry!) 'Tis your prerogative. Rather your courtesy. Were there nought else t'enlarge your virtues, to me, These answers speak your breeding, and your blood. Blood we boast none, sir, a poor Baron's daughter. Poor! and got you? Profane not. Had your father Slept all the happy remnant of his life After that act, lain but there still, and panted, H' had done enough, to make himself, his issue, And his posterity noble.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Yes, o' the vinegar, And the cleane shirt. 'Tis well: that shirt may doe you More worship then you thinke. Your aunt's a fire But that shee will not shew it, t'haue a sight on you. Ha'you prouided for her Graces seruants? Yes, here are sixe-score EDWARD shillings. Good. And an old HARRY'S soueraigne. Very good. And three IAMES shillings, and an ELIZABETH groat, O, Sir, yo'are come i' the onely, finest time— Where's master? Now preparing for proiection, sir. Your stuffe will b' all chang'd shortly. Into gold? To gold, and siluer, sir. Siluer, I care not for. Yes, sir, a little to giue beggars. Where's the lady? At hand, here. I ha' told her such braue things, o' you, Touching your bountie and your noble spirit— Hast thou? As shee is almost in her fit to see you. But, good sir, no diuinitie i' your conference, For feare of putting her in rage— I warrant thee. Sixe men will not hold her downe. And, then If the old man should heare, or see you— Feare not. The very house, sir, would runne mad. You know it How scrupulous he is, and violent, 'Gainst the least act of sinne. Physick, or Mathematiques, Poetrie, State, or Bawdry (as I told you) Shee will endure, and neuer startle: But No word of controuersie. I am school'd, good Ule. And you must praise her house, remember that, And her nobilitie. Let me, alone: No Herald, no nor Antiquarie, Lungs, Shall doe it better. Goe. Why, this is yet A kind of moderne happinesse, to haue DOL Common for a great lady. Now, EPICVRE, Heighten thy selfe, talke to her, all in gold; Raine her as many showers, as IOVE did drops Vnto his DANAE: Shew the God a miser, Compar'd with MAMMON. What? the stone will do't. Shee shall feele gold, tast gold, heare gold, sleepe gold: Nay, we will concumbere gold. I will be puissant, And mightie in my talke to her! Here shee comes. To him, DOL, suckle him. This is the noble knight, I told your ladiship— Madame, with your pardon, I kisse your vesture. Sir, I were vn-ciuill If I would suffer that, my lip to you, sir. I hope, my lord your brother be in health, lady? My lord, my brother is, though I no ladie, sir. (Well said my Guiny-bird.) Right noble madame— (O, we shall haue most fierce idolatrie!) 'Tis your prerogatiue. Rather your courtesie. Were there nought else t'inlarge your vertues, to me, These answeres speake your breeding, and your bloud▪ Bloud we boast none, sir, a poore Baron's daughter. Poore! and gat you? Prophane not. Had your father Slept all the happy remnant of his life After that act, lyen but there still, and panted, H' had done inough, to make himselfe, his issue, And his posteritie noble.