Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Your ladyship sets too high a price, on my weakness. Sir, I can distinguish gems from pebbles— (Are you so skilful in stones?) And, howsoever I may suffer in such a judgement as yours, by admitting equality of rank, or society, with CENTAURE, or MAVIS— You do not, madame, I perceive they are your mere foils. Then are you a friend to truth, sir. It makes me love you the more. It is not the outward, but the inward man that I affect. They are not apprehensive of an eminent perfection, but love flat, and dully. Where are you, my lady HAUGHTY? I come presently, CENTAURE. My chamber, sir, my Page shall show you; and TRUSTY, my woman, shall be ever awake for you: you need not fear to communicate anything with her, for she is a FIDELIA. I pray you wear this jewel for my sake, sir DAUPHINE. Where's MAVIS, CENTAURE? Within, madame, a writing. I'll follow you presently. I'll but speak a word with sir DAUPHINE. With me, madame? Good sir DAUPHINE, do not trust HAUGHTY, nor make any credit to her, what ever you do besides. Sir DAUPHINE, I give you this caution, she is a perfect courtier, and loves no body, but for her uses: and for her uses, she loves all. Besides, her physicians give her out to be none o' the clearest, whether she pay 'em or no, heaven knows: and she's above fifty too, and pargets! See her in a forenoon. Here comes MAVIS, a worse face than she! you would not like this, by candlelight. If you'll come to my chamber one o' these morning's early, or late in an evening, I'll tell you more. Where's HAUGHTY, MAVIS? Within, CENTAURE. What ha' you, there? An Italian riddle for sir DAUPHINE, (you shall not see it i'faith, CENTAURE.) Good sir DAUPHINE, solve it for me. I'll call for it anon. How now, DAUPHINE? how dost thou quit thyself of these females? 'S light, they haunt me like fairies, and give me jewels here, I cannot be rid of 'em. O, you must not tell, though. Mass, I forgot that: I was never so assaulted. One loves for virtue, and bribe's me with this. Another loves me with caution, and so would possess me. A third brings me a riddle here, and all are jealous: and rail each at other. A riddle? pray le' me seet? Sir DAUPHINE, I chose this way of intimation for privacy. The ladies here, I know, have both hope, and purpose, to make a collegiate and servant of you. If I might be so honoured, as to appear at any end of so noble a work, I would enter into a fame of taking physic tomorrow, and continue it four or five days, or longer, for your visitation. MAVIS. By my faith, a subtle one! Call you this a reiddle? What's their plain dealing, trow?
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Your ladiship sets too high a price, on my weakenesse. Sir, I can distinguish gemmes from peebles— (Are you so skilfull in stones?) And, howsoeuer I may suffer in such a iudgement as yours, by admitting equality of ranke, or societie, with CENTAVRE, or MAVIS— You doe not, madame, I perceiue they are your mere foiles. Then are you a friend to truth, sir. It makes mee loue you the more. It is not the outward, but the inward man that I affect. They are not apprehensiue of an eminent perfection, but loue flat, and dully. Where are you, my lady HAVGHTY? I come presently, CENTAVRE. My chamber, sir, my Page shall show you; and TRVSTY, my woman, shall be euer awake for you: you need not feare to communicate anything with her, for shee is a FIDELIA. I pray you weare this iewell for my sake, sir DAVPHINE. Where's MAVIS, CENTAVRE? Within, madame, a writing. I'll follow you presently. I'll but speake a word with sir DAVPHINE. With me, madame? Good sir DAVPHINE, doe not trust HAVGHTY, nor make any credit to her, what euer you doe besides. Sir DAVPHINE, I giue you this caution, shee is a perfect courtier, and loues no body, but for her vses: and for her vses, shee loues all. Besides, her physitians giue her out to be none o' the clearest, whether she pay 'hem or no, heau'n knowes: and she's aboue fiftie too, and pargets! See her in a fore-noone. Here comes MAVIS, a worse face then shee! you would not like this, by candle-light. If you'll come to my chamber one o' these mornings early, or late in an euening, I'll tell you more. Where's HAVGHTY, MAVIS? Within, CENTAVRE. What ha' you, there? An Italian riddle for sir DAVPHINE, (you shall not see it yfaith, CENTAVRE.) Good sir DAVPHINE, solue it for mee. I'll call for it anon. How now, DAVPHINE? how do'st thou quit thy selfe of these females? 'S light, they haunt me like fayries, and giue me iewells here, I cannot be rid of 'hem. O, you must not tell, though. Masse, I forgot that: I was neuer so assaulted. One loues for vertue, and bribes me with this. Another loues me with caution, and so would possesse me. A third brings me a riddle here, and all are iealous: and raile each at other. A riddle? pray' le' me see 't? Sir DAVPHINE, I chose this way of intimation for priuacie. The ladies here, I know, haue both hope, and purpose, to make a collegiate and seruant of you. If I might be so honor'd, as to appeare at any end of so noble a worke, I would enter into a fame of taking physique tomorrow, and continue it foure or fiue dayes, or longer, for your visitation. MAVIS. By my faith, a subtle one! Call you this a reiddle? What's their plaine dealing, trow?