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 · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
O Sir believe not this: for heaven so comfort me as I am free from foul pollution with any man: my honour ta'en away, I am no woman. Arise my dearest soul: I do not credit it. Alas, I fear her tender heart will break with this reproach: fie that you know no more civility to a weak virgin. 'tis no matter Sweet, let her say what she will, thou art not worse to me, and therefore not at all: be careless. For all things else I would, but for mine honour: methinks. Alas, thine honour is not stained. Is this the business that you sent for me about? Faith Sister you are much to balm, to use a woman, whatsoe'er she be, thus: we salute her: You are welcome hither. I humbly thank you. Mild still as the Dove, for all these injuries. Come, shall we go, I love thee not so ill to keep thee here a jesting stock. adieu to the world's end. Why whither now? Nay you shall never know, because you shall not find me. I pray let me speak with you. 'tis very well: come. I pray you let me speak with you. Yes for another mock. By heaven I have no mocks: good Sir a word. Though you deserve not so much at my hands, yet if you be in such earnest, I will speak a word with you: but I beseech you be brief; for in good faith there's a Parson, and a licence stay for us i'th' Church all this while: & you know 'tis night. Sir, give me hearing patiently, and whatsoever I have heretofore spoke jestingly, forget: for as I hope for mercy anywhere, what I shall utter now is from my heart, and as I mean. Well, well, what do you mean? Was not I once your Mistress, and you my Servant? O 'tis about the old matter. Nay good Sir stay me out: I would but hear you excuse yourself, why you should take this woman, and leave me. Prithee why not, deserves she not as much as you? I think not, if you will look With an indifferency up on us both. Upon your faces, 'tis true: but if judicially we shall cast our eyes upon your minds, you are a thousand women of her in worth: She cannot sound in jest, nor set her lover tasks, to show her peevishness, and his affection: nor cross what he says, though it be canonical. she's a good plain wench, that will do as I will have her, and bring me lusty boys to throw the Sledge, and lift at Pigs of lead: and for a wife, she's far beyond you: what can you do in a household, to provide for your issue, but lie a-bed and get 'em? your business is to dress you, and at idle hours to eat; when she can do a thousand profitable things: She can do pretty well in the Pastry, and knows how pullen should be crammed: she cuts Cambric at a third: weaves bonelace, and quilts balls: And what are you good for?
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O Sir beleeue not this: for heauen so comfort me as I am free from foule pollution with any man: my honour tane away, I am no vvoman. Arise my dearest soule: I doe not credit it. Alas, I feare her tender heart will breake with this reproach: fie that you know no more ciuillitie to a weake virgin. Tis no matter Sweet, let her say what she will, thou art not worse to me, and therefore not at all: be carelesse. For all things else I would, but for mine honour: Me thinks. Alas, thine honour is not stain'd. Is this the businesse that you sent for me about? Faith Sister you are much to balme, to vse a woman, whatsoe're she be, thus: e salute her: You are vvelcome hither. I humbly thanke you. Milde still as the Doue, for all these iniuries. Come, shall vve goe, I loue thee not so ill to keepe thee hre a jesting stocke. Adue to the vvorlds end. VVhy vvhither now? Nay you shal neuer know, because you shal not finde me. I pray let me speake vvith you. Tis very vvell: come. I pray you let me speake vvith you. Yes for another mocke. By heauen I haue no mocks: good Sir a vvord. Though you deserue not so much at my hands, yet if you be in such earnest, I vvill speake a vvord vvith you: but I beseech you bee briefe; for in good faith there's a Parson, and a licence stay for vs i'th Church all this vvhile: & you know tis night. Sir, giue mee hearing patiently, and vvhatsoeuer I haue heretofore spoke jestingly, forget: for as I hope for mercy any where, vvhat I shall vtter now is from my heart, and as I meane. Well, vvell, vvhat doe you meane? VVas not I once your Mistres, and you my Seruant? O 'tis about the old matter. Nay good Sir stay me out: I vvould but heare you excuse your selfe, vvhy you should take this vvoman, and leaue me. Prethee vvhy not, deserues she not as much as you? I thinke not, if you vvill looke VVith an indifferencie vp on vs both. Vpon your faces, tis true: but if judicially vve shall cast our eies vpon your mindes, you are a thousand weomen of her in worth: Shee cannot sound in jest, nor set her louer tasks, to shew her peuishnes, and his affection: nor crosse what he saies, though it bee Canonicoll. Shee's a good plaine wench, that will doe as I will haue her, and bring mee lusty boyes to throw the Sledge, and lift at Pigs of lead: and for a wife, shee's farre beyond you: what can you doe in a houshold, to prouide for your issue, but lye a bed and get vm? your businesse is to dresse you, and at idle houres to eate; when she can doe a thousand profitable things: She can doe prety well in the Pastry, and knows how pullen should be cram'd: she cuts Cambicke at a thrid: weaues bone-lace, and quilts balls: And what are you good for?