Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 494 words
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To answer in short, 'tis this Sir, No knight, no widow: if you make me any thing, it must be a Lady; and so I take my leave. Farewell sweet widow, and think of it. Sir I do more than think of it, it makes me dream sir. she's rich and sober, if this itch were from her: and say I be at charge to pay the Footmen, and the Trumpet, I and the Horsemen too, and be a Knight, and she refuse me then: then am I hoist into the Subsidy, and so by consequence should prove a Coxcomb: I'll have a care of that. six thousand pound, and then the Land is mine, there's some refreshing yet. IF he but follow me, as all my hopes tells me he's man enough, up goes my rest, and I know I shall draw him. This is the strangest pampered piece of flesh towards fifty, that ever frailty coped withal, what a trim lenvoy here she has put upon me: these women are a proud kind of cattle, and love this whoreson doing so directly, that they will not stick to make their very skins Bawds to their flesh. Here's dogskin and storax sufficient to kill a Hawk: what to do with it, beside nailing it up amongst Irish heads of Teere, to show the mightiness of her palm, I know not: there she is, I must enter into Dialogue. Lady you have lost your glove. Not Sir if you have found it. It was my meaning Lady to restore it. 'Twill be uncivil in me to take back a favour, Fortune hath so well bestowed Sir, 'pray wear it for me. I had rather wear a Bell. But hark you Mistress, What hidden virtue is there in this glove, that you would have me wear it? Is't good against sore eyes, or will it charm the toothache? Or these red tops, being steeped in white wine soluble, will't kill the itch? or h'as it so concealed a providence to keep my hand from bonds? If it have none of these, and prove no more but a bare glove of half a crown a pair, 'twill be but half a courtesy, I wear two always: faith let's draw cuts, one will do me no pleasure. The tenderness of his years keeps him as yet in ignorance: he's a well moulded fellow, and I wonder his blood should stir no higher; but 'tis his want of company: I must grow nearer to him. God save you both. And pardon you Sir: this is somewhat rude, how came you hither? Why through the doors, they are open. What are you? and what business have you here? More I believe than you have. Who would this fellow speak with? Art thou sober? Yes, I come not here to sleep. Prithee what art thou? As much (gay man) as thou art, I am a Gentleman. Art thou no more?
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To answere in short, 'tis this Sir, No knight, no widow: if you make mee any thing, it must be a Lady; and so I take my leaue. Farewell sweet widdow, and thinke of it. Sir I do more then thinke of it, it makes me dreame sir. Shee's rich and sober, if this itch were from her: and say I bee at charge to pay the Footmen, and the Trupett, I and the Horsmen too, and be a Knight, and she refuse me then: then am I hoyst into the Subsidy, and so by consequence should proue a Coxcombe: Ile haue a care of that. Sixe thousand pound, and then the Land is mine, there's some refreshing yet. IF he but follow mee, as all my hopes tels me hee's man enough, vp gos my rest, and I know I shall draw him. This is the strangest pamperd peece of flesh towards fiftie, that euer frailty cop't withall, what a trim Lenuoy heere she has put vpon me: these woemen are a proud kinde of cattell, and loue this whorson doing so directly, that they wil not sticke to make their very skinnes Bawdes to their flesh. Here's dogskin and storax sufficient to kill a Hke: what to do with it, beside nayling it vp amongst Irish heads of Teere, to shew the mightines of her palme, I know not: there she is, I must enter into Dialogue. Lady you haue lost your gloue. Not Sir if you haue found it. It was my meaning Lady to restore it. 'Twill be vnciuell in me to take backe a fauour, Fortune hath so well bestowed Sir, 'pray weare it for me. I had rather weare a Bell. But harke you Mistrisse, What hidden vertue is there in this gloue, that you would haue me weare it? Is't good aganst sore eyes, or wil it charme the toothake? Or these red tops, beeing steept in white wine soluble, wil't kill the itch? or h'as it so conceald a prouidence to keepe my hand from bods? If it haue none of these, and prooue no more but a bare gloue of halfe a crowne a payre, twill bee but halfe a courtesie, I weare two alwaies: faith let's draw cuts, one will doe me no pleasure. The tendernesse of his yeeres keepes him as yet in ignorance: hee's a well moulded fellow, and I wonder his bloud should stirre no higher; but his want of company: I must grow neerer to him. God saue you both. And pardon you Sir: this is somewhat rude, how came you hither? Why through the dores, they are open. What are you? and what businesse haue you here? More I beleeue then you haue. Who would this fellow speake with? Art thu sober? Ys, I come not here to sleepe. Prethee what at thou? As much (gay man) as thou art, I am a Gentleman. Art thou no more?