Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 482 words
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I think it not fit indeed your love should stand in the middle. I say Master Bold; oh, do but mark him madam, his leg, his hand, his body, & all his members stand in print. Out upon thee Princox; no, methinks Wel-tride a handsome fellow, I like not these starched Gallants: masculine faces, and masculine gestures please me best. How like you Master Pert? Fie upon him, when he is in his scarlet clothes, he looks like man of wax, and I had as leave have a dog a wax, I do not think but he lies in a case a-nights, he walks as if he were made of gives, as if nature had wrought him in a frame, I have seen him sit discontented a whole play, because one of the purls of his band was fallen (out of his reach) to order again. Why? Bold madam is clean contrary. ay but that's as ill, each extreme, is a like vicious; his careful carelessness is his study, he spends as much time to make himself slovenly, as the other to be spruce, his garters hang ever on the calves of his legs, his doublet unbuttoned, and his points untrust, his hair in's eyes like a drunkard, and his hat worn on his hinder part of his head, as if he cared more for his memory, than his wit: makes him look as if he were distracted; Princox, I would have you lie with me, I do not love to lie alone. With all my heart madam. Are you clean skinned? Clean skinned Madam? there's a question, do you think I have the itch? I am an Englishwoman, I protest, I scorn the motion. Nay prithee Princox be not angry, it's a sign of honesty I can tell you. Faith Madam I think t's but simple honesty that dwells at the sign of me scab. Well, well, come to bed, and we'll talk further of all these matters. Fortune, I thank thee, I will owe thee eyes For this good turn, now is she mine indeed, Thou hast given me that success my project hoped Of, false disguise that hast been true to me, And now be Bold, that thou may'st welcome be. Dam-me, we will have more wine, sirrah, or we'll down into the Seller, and drown thee in a Butt of malmsey, and he wall the Hogsheads in pieces. Hang him rogue, shall he die as honourably as the Duke of Clarence; by this flesh let's have wine, or I will cut thy head off, have it roasted and eaten in Pie-corner next Bartholmew-tide. Gentlemen, I beseech you consider where you are, Turne-bole's street, a civil place, do not disturb a number a poor Gentlewomen, Master Whoore-bang, Ms: Bots, Ma: Teare-chops, and Ma: Spillblood the Watch are abroad. The Watch? why you rogue, are not we Kings of Turne-bole's?
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I think it not fit indeede your loue should stand in the middle. I say Master Bould; oh, do but marke him Madame, his leg, his hand, his bodie, & all his members standin print. Out vpon thee Princox; no, me thinkes Wel-trid a handsome fellow, I like not these starch' Gallants: masculine faces, and masculine gstures please me best. How like you Master Prt? ie vpon him, when he is in his skarlet clothes, he lookes like man of waxe, and I had as leue haue a dogge a waxe, I do not thinke but he lies in a case a nights, he walkes as if he were made of gyues, as if nature had wrought him in a frame, I haue seene him sit discontented a whole play, because one of the purles of his band was fallen (out of his reach) to order againe. Why? Bould Madame is cleane contrarie. I but that's as ill, each extreame, is a like viious; his carefull carelesnesse is his stude, he spends as much time to make himselfe slouely, as the other to be spruse, his garters hang euer on the calues of his legs, his dublet vnbutten'd, and his points vntrust, his haire in's eyes like a drunkard, and his hat worne on his hinder part of his head, as if he car'd more for his memorie, than his wit: makes him looke as if he were distracted; Princox, I would haue you lie with me, I doe not loue to lie alone. With all my heart Madame. Are you cleane skind? Cleane skind Madame there's a question, do you thinke I haue the itch? I am an English-woman, I protest, I scorne the motion. Nay prithee Princox be not angrie, it's a signe of honestie I can tell you. Faith Madam I thinke ti's but simple honestie that dwels at the signe of me scab. Well, well, come to bed, and weele talke further of all these matters. Fortune, I thanke thee, I will owe thee eies For this good turne, now is shee mine indeede, Thou hast giuen me that successe my project hop'd Of, false disguise that hast beene true to me, And now be Bould, that thou ma'st welcome be. Dam-me, we will haue more wine, sirrha, or wee'l downe into the Seller, and drowne thee in a Burt of Malmesey, and he wall the Hogs-heads in peeces. Hang him rogue, shall he die as honorably as the Duke of Clarence; by this flesh lets haue wine, or I will cut thy head off, haue it rosted and eaten in Pie-corner next Bartholmew-tide. Gentlemen, I beseech you consider where you are, Turne-bole streete, a ciuill place, do not disturbe a number a poore Gentlewomen, Master Whoore-band, Ms: Bots, Ma: Teare-chops, and Ma: Spill-bloud the Watch are abroad. The Watch? why you rogue, are not we Kings of Turne-bole?