Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.83 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
In sooth Sir were I changed into into my Lady, a Gentleman so well endued with parts, should not be lost. I thank you Gentlewoman, and rest bound to you. See how this foul familiar chews the Cud: From thee and three and fifty, good love deliver me. Will you sit down Sir, and take a spoon? I take it kindly Lady. It is our best banquet Sir. Shall we give thank,? I have to the Gentlewoman already Sir. Good Sir Roger keep that breath to cool your part o'th' posset, you may chance have a scalding zeal else: and you will needs be doing, pray tell your twenty to yourself. Would you could like this Sir? I would your Sister would like me as well Lady. Sure Sir she would not eat you: but banish that imagination; she's only wedded to herself, lies with herself, and loves herself; and for another husband then herself, he may knock at the gate, but near come in: be wise Sir, she's a woman, and a trouble, and has her many faults, the least of which is, she cannot love you. God pardon her, she'll do worse, would I were worthy his least grief Mistress Martha. Now I must overhear her. Faith would thou hadst them all with all my heart: I do not think they would make thee a day older. Sir will you put in deeper, 'tis the sweeter. Well said old sayings. She looks like one indeed. Gentlewoman you keep your word, your sweet self has made the bottom sweeter. Sir I begin a frolic, dare you change Sir? myself for you, so please you. That smile has turned my stomach. This is right the old emblem of the Moil cropping off thistles: Lord what a hunting head she carries, sure she has been ridden with a Martingale. Now love deliver me. Do I dream, or do I wake? surely I know not: am I rubbed off? is this the way of all my morning's prayers? Oh Roger, thou art but grass, and woman as a flower. Did I for this consume my quarters in meditation, vows, and wooed her in Heroical Epistles? Did I expound the Owl, and undertook, with labour and expense the recollection of those thousand Pieces, consumed in Cellars and Tobacco shops of that our honoured Englishman Ni. Br.? Have I done this, and am I done thus too? I will end with the wiseman, and say, He that holds a woman, has an Eel by the tail. Sir, 'tis so late, and our entertainment (meaning our posset) by this is grown so cold, that 'twere an unmannerly part longer to hold you from your rest: let what the house has be at your command Sir. Sweet rest be with you Lady; and to you what you desire too. It should be some such good thing like yourself then. Heaven keep me from that curse, and all my Issue. Good night Antiquity. Solamen Miseris socios habuisse doloris: but I alone.
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In sooth Sir were I chang'd into into my Lady, a Gentleman so well indued with parts, should not be lost. I thanke you Gentlewoman, and rest bound to you. Se how this fowle familiar chwes the Cudde: From thee and three and fiftie, good lue deliuer me. Will you sit downe Sir, and take a spoone? I take it kindely Lady. It is our best banquet Sir. Shall we giue thanke,? I haue to the Gentlewoman already Sir. Good Sir Roger keepe that breath to coole your part o'th posset, you may chance haue a scalding zeale else: and you will needes bee doing, pray tell your twenty to your selfe. Would you could like this Sir? I would your Sister would like mee as wel Lady. Sure Sir she would not eate you: but banish that imagination; she's onely wedded to herselfe, lies with herselfe, and lous herselfe; and for an other husband then herselfe, he may knock at the gate, but nere come in: bee wise Sir, she's a woman, and a trouble, and has her many faults, the least of which is, she cannot loue you. God pardon her, she'l doe worse, would I were worthy his least griefe Mistres Martha. Now I must ouer-heare her. Faith would thou hadst them all withal my heart: I do not thinke they would make thee a day older. Sir will you put in deeper, tis the sweeter. VVel said old sayings. She lookes like one indeed. Gentlewoman you keepe your word, your sweete selfe has made the bottom sweeter. Sir I begin a frolick, dare you change Sir? My selfe for you, so please you. That smile has turnd my stomacke. This is right the old Embleame of the Moyle cropping off thistles: Lord what a hunting head shee carries, sure she has been ridden with a Martingale. Now loue deliuer me. Doe I dreame, or doe I wake? surely I know not: am I rub'd off? is this the way of all my mornings prayers? Oh ger, thou art but grasse, and woman as a flower. Did I for this consume my quarters in meditation, vowes, and wooed her in Heroycall Epistles? Did I expound the Owle, and vndertooke, with labour and expence the recollection of those thousand Peeces, consum'd in Cellors and Tobacco shops of that our honour'd Englishman Ni. Br.? Haue I done this, and am I done thus too? I will end with the Wise-man, and say, He that holds a woman, has an Eele by the tayle. Sir, 'tis so late, and our entertainment (meaning our posset) by this is growne so cold, that 'twere an vnmannerly part longer to hold you from your rest: let what the house has be at your command Sir. Sweet rest be with you Lady; and to you what you desire too. It should be some such good thing like your self then. Heauen keepe mee from that curse, and all my Issue. Good night Antiquitie. Solamen Miseris socios habuisse doloris: but I alone.