Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.74 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Sir to command me, as you have done ever, To what you please: for all my liberty Lies in your service. Now I smell the business. This is some gentlewoman enamoured With him whose shape I bear: Fie, what an Ass Was I to strange myself, and lose th'occasion Of a good banquet, and her company? I'll mend it as I can. madam I did but jest To try if absence caused you to forget A friend that loved you ever. Forget Antonio, Whose dear remembrance doth inform the soul Of your poor servant Bevilona? no, No, had you died, it had not quenched one spark Of th'sweet affection which your love hath kindled In this warm breast. Madam, the waves had drowned me. But that your love held up my chin. will't please you Enter, and rest yourself, refresh the weariness Of your hard travel: I have good wine and fruits, My husband's out of town: you shall command My house, & all that's in't. Why are you married? Have you forgot my husband? an angry roarer? O I remember him: but if he come? Whence grows this fear? how come you so respectful? You were not wont be numbed with such a coldness. Go in sweet life, go in. O! I remember while I lived in Barbary A pretty song the Moores sing to a gridiron: Sweet madam by your favour I'll sing't to this. Alcoch Dolash, etc. Thus 'tis in English. My heart in flames doth fry Of thy beauty, While I Die. Fie? And why Shouldst thou deny Me thy sweet company? My brains to tears do flow While all below Doth glow. O! Foe If so, How canst thou go About to say me no? This the Moores call two wings upon a Gridiron. But it goes sweeter far o'th' iron Instrument. There's one within my Kitchen ready strung: go in. Sweet Lady pardon me, I'll follow you. Happy Antonio in so rare a Mistress! But happier I, that in his place enjoy her: I say still, there's no pleasure like Transforming. NOw is the Ass expecting of a banquet, Ready to court, embrace, and kiss his Mistress. But I'll soon stave him. Tick, tock, what ho! Who's that so boldly knocks? I am not within; Or busy: Why so importunate? who is't? 'Tis I. Your name? Thomas up William, up Morgan, up Davie, up Roger, etc. Spinola's camp's broke loose: a troop of Soldiers! oi me! my Husband! oi me wretch, 'tis my Husband. One man, and wear so many names! O sir, ' Has more outrageous devils in his rage, Than names. As you respect your life, avoid him. Down at that window. 'Tis as high as Paul's. Open the Garden door. He' has the keys. Down at some window, as you love your life, Tender my honour, and your safety.
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Sir to command me, as you haue done euer, To what you please: for all my libertie Lies in your seruice. Now I smell the businesse▪ This is some gentlewoman inamored With him whose shape I beare: Fie, what an Asse Was I to strange my selfe, and loose th'occasion Of a good banquet, and her companie? Il'e mend it as I can. Madame I did but iest To try if absence caus'd you to forget A friend that lou'd you euer. Forget Antonio, Wbose deare remembrance doth informe the soule Of your poore seruant Beuilona? no, No, had you dy'd, it had not quench't one sparke Of th'sweet affection which your loue hath kindled In this warme breast. Madam, the waues had drown'd mee. But that your loue held vp my chin. Wil't please you Enter, and rest your selfe, refresh the wearinesse Of your hard trauell: I haue good wine and fruits, My husband's out of towne: you shall command My house, & all that's in't. Why are you married? Haue you forgot my husband? an angry roarer? O I remember him: but if he come? Whence growes this feare? how come you so respectfull? You were not wont be numb'd with such a coldnesse. Go in sweet life, go in. O! I remember while I liu'd in Barbary A pretty song the Moores sing to a gridiron: Sweet Madame by your fauour I'le sing't to this. Alcoch Dolash, &c. Thus 'tis in English. My heart in flames doth fry Of thy beauty, While I Dy. Fy? And why Shouldst thou deny Me thy sweet company? My braines to teares do flow While all below Doth glow. O! Foe If so, How canst thou go About to say me no? This the Moores call two wings vpon a Gridiron. But it goes sweeter farre 'oth' iron Instrument. There's one within my Kitchin ready strung: go in. Sweete Lady pardon mee, I'le follow you. Happy Antonio in so rare a Mistresse! But happier I, that in his place enioye her: I say still, there's no pleasure like Transforming. NOw is the Asse expecting of a banquet, Ready to court, embrace, and kisse his Mistresse. But I'le soone staue him. Tick, tock, what ho! Who's that so boldly knocks? I am not within; Or busy: Why so importunate? who is't? 'Tis I. Your name? Thomas vp William, vp Morgan, vp Dauie, vp Roger, &c. pinola's Campe's broke loose: a troupe of Souldiers! Oj me! my Husband! Oj me wretch, 'tis my Husband. One man, and weare so many names! O sir, 'Has more out-ragious deuils in his rage, Then names. As you respect your life, auoide him. Downe at that window. 'Tis as high as Paules. Open the Garden dore. He 'has the keyes. Downe at some window, as you loue your life, Tender my honour, and your safety.