Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c typicality 0.81 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
Friends? Nay, and he should not be so, and heartily too, upon these terms, he shall have me to enemy while I live. Come, sir, bear it bravely. O god, sir, 'tis nothing. True. What's six kicks to a man, that reads SENECA? I have had a hundred, sir. Sir AMOROUS. No speaking one to another, or rehearsing old matters. One, two, three, four, five. I protest, sir AMOROUS, you shall have six. Nay, I told you should not talk. Come, give him six, & he will needs. Your sword. Now return to your safe custody: you shall presently meet afore the ladies, and be the dearest friends one to another— Give me the scarf, now, thou shalt beat the other bare-faced. Stand by, sir AMOROUS. What's here? A sword. I cannot help it, without I should take the quarrel upon myself: here he has sent you his sword— I'll receive none on't. And he will you to fasten it against a wall, and break your head in some few several places against the hilts. I will not: tell him roundly. I cannot endure to shed my own blood. Will you not? No. I'll beat it against a fair flat wall, if that will satisfy him: If not, he shall beat it himself, for AMOROUS. Why, this is strange starting off, when a man under-takes for you! I offered him another condition: Will you stand to that? I, what is't. That you will be beaten, in private. Yes. I am content, at the blunt. Then you must submit yourself to be hood-winked in this scarf, and be led to him, where he will take your sword from you, and make you bear a blow, over the mouth, gules, and tweaks by the nose, sans numbered. I am content. But why must I be blinded? That's for your good, sir: because, if he should grow insolent upon this, and publish it hereafter to your disgrace (which I hope he will not do) you might swear safely and protest, he never beat you, to your knowledge. O, I conceive. I do not doubt, but you'll be perfect good friends upon't, and not dare to utter an ill thought one of another, in future. Not I, as god help me, of him. Nor he of you, sir. If he should— Come, sir. All hid, sir JOHN. Oh, sir JOHN, sir JOHN. Oh, Ô-Ô-Ô-Ô-Ô-Oh— Good, sir JOHN, leave tweaking, you'll blow his nose off. 'Tis sir JOHN'S pleasure, you should retire into the study. Why, now you are friends. All bitterness between you, I hope, is buried; you shall come forth by and by, DAMON & PYTHIAS upon't: and embrace with all the rankness of friendship that can be. I trust, we shall have 'em tamer i' their language hereafter. DAUPHINE, I worship thee. God's will, the ladies have surprised us! CENTAURE, how our judgements were imposed on by these adulterate knights!
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Friends? Nay, and he should not be so, and heartily too, vpon these termes, he shall haue me to enemie while I liue. Come, sir, beare it brauely. O god, sir, 'tis nothing. True. What's sixe kicks to a man, that reads SENECA? I haue had a hundred, sir. Sir AMOROVS. No speaking one to another, or rehearsing old matters. One, two, three, foure, fiue. I protest, sir AMOROVS, you shall haue sixe. Nay, I told you should not talke. Come, giue him six, & he will needs. Your sword. Now returne to your safe custody: you shall presently meet afore the ladies, and be the dearest friends one to another—Giue me the scarfe, now, thou shalt beat the other bare-fac'd. Stand by, sir AMOROVS. What's here? A sword. I cannot helpe it, without I should take the quarrell vpon my selfe: here he has sent you his sword— I'll receiue none on't. And he wills you to fasten it against a wall, and breake your head in some few seuerall places against the hilts. I will not: tell him roundly. I cannot endure to shed my owne bloud. Will you not? No. I'll beat it against a faire flat wall, if that will satisfie him: If not, he shall beat it himselfe, for AMOROVS. Why, this is strange starting off, when a man vnder-takes for you! I offered him another condition: Will you stand to that? I, what is't. That you will be beaten, in priuate. Yes. I am content, at the blunt. Then you must submit your selfe to bee hood-wink'd in this skarfe, and bee led to him, where hee will take your sword from you, and make you beare a blow, ouer the mouth, gules, and tweakes by the nose, sans numbre. I am content. But why must I be blinded? That's for your good, sir: because, if hee should grow insolent vpon this, and publish it hereafter to your disgrace (which I hope he will not doe) you might sweare safely and protest, hee neuer beat you, to your knowledge. O, I conceiue. I doe not doubt, but you'll be perfect good friends vpon't, and not dare to vtter an ill thought one of another, in future. Not I, as god helpe me, of him. Nor he of you, sir. If he should— Come, sir. All hid, sir IOHN. Oh, sir IOHN, sir IOHN. Oh, Ô-Ô-Ô-Ô-Ô-Oh— Good, sir IOHN, leaue tweaking, you'll blow his nose off. 'Tis sir IOHN'S pleasure, you should retire into the studie. Why, now you are friends. All bitternesse betweene you, I hope, is buried; you shall come forth by and by, DAMON & PYTHIAS vpon't: and embrace with all the ranknesse of friendship that can be. I trust, wee shall haue 'hem tamer i' their language hereafter. DAVPHINE, I worship thee. Gods will, the ladies haue surpris'd vs! CENTAVRE, how our iudgements were impos'd on by these adulterate knights!