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 0.80 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
By this, and tomorrow's light, I care not for you. Come, come, you cannot hide it. Indeed I can, there you shall never find it. I like this mirth well Lady You shall have more on't. I must kiss you. No fir. Indeed I must. What must be, must be; I'll take my leave, you have your parting blow: I pray commend me to those few friends you have, that sent you hither, and tell them, when you travel next, 'twere fit you brought less bravery with you, and more wit, you'll never get a wise else. Are you in earnest? Yes faith. will you eat sir? your horses will be ready straight, you shall have a napkin laid in the buttery for ye. Do not you love me then? Yes, for that face. It is a good one Lady. Yes, if it were not warped, the fire in time may mend it. methinks yours is none of the best Lady. No by my troth Sir: yet o'my conscience, You could make shift with it. Come, 'pray no more of this. I will not: Fare you well. Ho, who's within there? bring out the Gentleman's horses, he's in haste; and set some cold meat on the table. I have too much of that, I thank you Lady: take your Chamber when you please, there goes a black one with you Lady. Farewell young man. You have made me one. Farewell: and may the curse of a great house fall upon thee, I mean the Butler. The Devil and all his works are in these women: would all of my sex were of my mind, I would make 'em a new Lent, and a long one, that flesh might be in more reverence with them. I am sorry Mr. Welford. So am I, that you are here. How does my Lady use you? As I would use you, scurvily. I should have been more kind Sir. I should have been undone then. Pray leave me, and look to your sweet meats: hark, your Lady calls. Sir I shall borrow so much time without offending. You're nothing but offence: for God's love leave me. 'tis strange my Lady should be such a tyrant. To send you to me. Pray go stitch, good do, you're more trouble to me then a Term. I do not know how my good will, if I said love I lied not, should any way deserve this. A thousand ways, a thousand ways: sweet creature let me depart in peace. What creature Sir? I hope I am a woman. A hundred I think by your noise. Since you are angry sir, I am bold to tell you, that I am a woman, and a rib. Of a roasted horse. Construe me that. A Dog can do it better. Farewell Countess, and commend me to your Lady: tell her she's proud, and scurvy; and so I commit you both to your tempter. Sweet Mr. Welford.
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By this, and tomorrowes light, I care not for you. Come, come, you cannot hide it. Indeed I cn, here you shall neuer finde it. I like this mirth well Lady ou shall haue more on't. I must kisse you. No fir. Indeed I must. What must be, must be; Ile take my leaue, you haue your parting blow: I pray commend me to those few friends you haue, that sent you hier, and tell them, when you next, 'twere fit you brought lesse brauery with you, and more wit, you'le neuer get a wise else. Are you in earnest? Yes saih. Wil you eat sir? your horses wil be ready straight, you shall haue a apkin laid in the buttery for yee. Do not you loue me then? Yes, for tha face. It is a good one Lady. Yes, if it were not warpt, the fire in time may mend it. Me thinks yours is none of the best Lady. No by my troth Sir: yet o'my conscience, You could make shift with it. Come, 'pray no more of this. I will not: Fare you well. Ho, who's within there? bring out the Gentlemans hores, hee's in haste; and set some cold meate on the table. I haue too much of that, I thanke you Lady: take your Chamber when you please, there goes a black one with you Lady. Farewell young man. You haue made me one. Farewell: and may the curse of a great house fall vpon thee, I meane the Butler. The Duell and all hs works are in these women: vvould all of my sexe were of my minde, I would make vm a new Lent, and a long one, that flesh might be in more reuerence with them. I am sorry Mr. Welford. So am I, that you are here. How do's my Lady vse you? As I would vse you, scuruily. I shuld haue beene more kinde Sir. I should haue beene vndone then. 'Pray leaue mee, and looke to your sweet meats: harke, your Lady calls. Sir I shall borrow so much time without offending. Y'are nothing but offence: for Gods loue leaue me. Tis strange y Lady should be such a tyrant. To send you to mee. 'Pray goe stitch, good doe, y'are more trouble to me then a Terme. I doe not know how my good will, if I said loue I lyed not, should any way deserue this. A thousand waies, a thousand waies: sweet creature let me depart in peace. What creature Sir? I hope I am a woman. A hundred I thinke by your noyse. Since you are angry sir, I am bold to tell you, that I am a woman, and a ribbe. Of a roasted horse. Conster me that. A Dogge can doe it better. Farewell Countesse, and commend me to your Lady: tell her shee's proud, and scuruy; and so I commit you both to your tempter. Sweet Mr. Welford.