Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Not by a thousand, And they have said I have a lucky hand to, Both men and women of all sorts have bowed Under this sceptre. I have had a fellow That could indite forsooth, and make fine meeters To tinkle in the ears of ignorant Madams, That for defaming of great Men, was sent me Threadbare and lousy, and in three days after Discharged by another that set him on, I have seen him Cap a poe gallant, and his stripes washed of With oil of Angels. I was a sovereign cure, There was a Secretary to, that would not be Conformable to the Orders of the Church, Nor yield to any argument or reason, But still rail at authority, brought to me. When I had wormed his tongue, and trussed his haunches, Grew a fine Pulpit man, and was beneficed. Had he not cause to thank me? There was physic Was to the purpose. Now for women, For your more consolation, I could tell you twenty fine stories, but I'll end in one, And 'tis the last that's memorable. prithee do, For I grow weary of thee. There was lately A fine she waiter in the Court, that doted Extremely of a Gentleman, that had His main dependence on a signior's favour (I will not name) but could not compass him On any terms. This wanton at dead midnight Was found at the exercise behind the Arras With the 'foresaid Signior; he got clear off, But she was seized on, and to save his honour, Endured the lash; And though I made her often curvet and caper, she would never tell, Who played at push-pin with her. But what followed? prithee be brief. Why this Sir, she delivered, Had store of Crowns assigned her by her patron, Who forced the Gentleman to save her credit, To marie her, and say he was the party Found in Lob's pound. So, she that before gladly Would have been his whore, reigns o'er him as his wife, Nor dares he grumble at it. Speak but truth then, Is not my Office lucky? Go, there's for thee, But what will be my fortune? If you thrive not After that soft correction, come again. I thank you knave. And then knave, I will fit you. Whipped like a rogue? no lighter punishment strive To balance with a little mirth: 'Tis well, My credit sunk for ever, I am now Fit company, only for Pages and for foot boys, That have perused the porter's Lodge. See Iulio, Yonder the proud slave is, how he looks now After his castigation? As he came From a close sight at Sea under the Hatches, With a she dunkirk, that was shot before Between wind and weather, And he hath sprung a leak too, or I'm cozened. Let's be merry with him. How they stare at me? am I turned to an Owl? The wonder Gentlemen?
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Not by a thousand, And they haue said I haue a luckie hand to, Both men and women of all sorts haue bow'd Vnder this scepter. I haue had a fellow That could indite forsooth, and make fine meeters To tinckle in the eares of ignorant Madams, That for defaming of great Men, was sent me Thredbare and lowsie, and in three dayes after Discharged by another that set him on, I haue seene him Cap a pe gallant, and his stripes wash'd of With oyle of Angels. I was a foueraigne cure, There was a Secretarie to, that would not be Conformable to the Orders of the Church, Nor yeeld to any argument or reason, But still rayle at authoritie, brought to me. When I had worm'd his tongue, and trussed his hanches, Grew a fine Pulpet man, and was benefic'd. Had he not cause to thanke me? There was phisicke Was to the purpose. Now for women, For your more consolation, I could tell you Twentie fine stories, but I'le end in one, And 'tis the last that's memorable. Prethe doe, For I grow wearie of thee. There was lately A fine she waiter in the Court, that doted Extreamely of a Gentleman, that had His maine dependance on a Signiors fauor (I will not name) but could not compasse him On any tearmes. This wanton at dead midnight Was found at the exercise behind the Arras With the 'foresaid Signior; he got cleare off, But she was seis'd on, and to saue his honor, Indur'd the lash; And though I made her often Curuet and caper, she would neuer tell, Who play'd at push-pin with her. But what follow'd? Prethe be briefe. Why this Sir, she deliuered, Had store of Crownes assign'd her by her patron, Who forc'd the Gentleman to saue her credit, To marie her, and say he was the partie Found in Lobs pound. So, she that before gladly Would haue been his whore, raignes o're him as his wife, Nor dares he grumble at it. Speake but truth then, Is not my Office luckie? Goe, ther's for thee, But what will be my fortune? If you thriue not After that soft correction, come againe. I thanke you knaue. And then knaue, I will fit you. Whipt like a rogue? no lighter punishment striue To ballance with a little mirth: 'Tis well, My credit sunke for euer, I am now Fit companie, only for Pages and for foot boyes, That haue perused the Porters Lodge. See Iulio, Yonder the proud slaue is, how he lookes now After his castigation? As he came From a close sight at Sea vnder the Hatches, With a she Dunckerke, that was shot before Betweene winde and weather, And he hath sprung a leake too, or I'me cousen'd. Lets be merie with him. How they stare at me? am I turn'd to an Owle? The wonder Gentlemen?