Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
That you are Your own Chronicle too much: and grossly Flatter yourself. Give me thy hand, I thank thee: I never gave Pension but to flatterers, Till I entertained thee: farewell, That Friend a Great man's ruin strongly checks, Who rails into his belief, all his defects. Bring me the Casket hither, and the Glass; You get no lodging here, tonight (my Lord.) Indeed, I must persuade one: Very good: I hope in time 'twill grow into a custom, That Noble men shall come with cap, and knee, To purchase a night's lodging, of their wives. I must lie here. Must? you are a Lord of misrule. Indeed, my Rule is only in the night. To what use will you put me, we'll sleep together: la, what pleasure can two Louers find in sleepe? My Lord, I lie with her often: and I know She'll much disquiet you: See, you are complained of. For she's the sprawlingst bedfellow. I shall like her the better for that. Sir, shall I ask you a question? I pray thee Cariola. Wherefore still when you lie with my Lady Do you rise so early? Labouring men, Count the Clock oftenest Cariola, Are glad when their task's ended. I'll stop your mouth. Nay, that's but one, Venus had two soft Doves To draw her Chariot: I must have another: When wilt thou marry, Cariola? Never (my Lord.) O fie upon this single life: forgo it: We read how Daphne, for her peevish slight Became a fruitless Bay-tree: Sirinx turned To the pale empty Reed: Anaxarate Was frozen into Marble: whereas those Which married, or proved kind unto their friends Were, by a gracious influence, transhaped Into the olive, Pomegranate, Mulberry: Became Flowers, precious Stones, or eminent Stars. This is a vain Poetry: but I pray you tell me, If there were proposed me, Wisdom, Riches, and Beauty, In three several young men, which should I choose? 'Tis a hard question: This was Paris case And he was blind in't, and there was great cause: For how was't possible he could judge right, Having three amorous Goddesses in view, And they stark naked: 'twas a Motion Were able to benight the apprehension Of the severest Counsellor of Europe. Now I look on both your faces, so well formed It puts me in mind of a question, I would ask. What is't? I do wonder why hard-favoured Ladies For the most part, keep worse-favoured waiting women, To attend them, and cannot endure fair-ones. Oh, that's soon answered. Did you ever in your life know an ill Painter Desire to have his dwelling next door to the shop Of an excellent Picture-maker? 'twould disgrace His face-making, and undo him: I prithee When were we so merry? my hair tangles. Prithee (Cariola) let's steal forth the room, And let her talk to herself: I have diverse times Served her the like, when she hath chafed extremely: I love to see her angry: softly Cariola.
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That you are Your owne Chronicle too much: and grosly Flatter your selfe. Giue me thy hand, I thanke thee: I neuer gaue Pention but to flatterers, Till I entertained thee: farewell, That Friend a Great mans ruine strongely checks, Who railes into his beliefe, all his defects. Bring me the Casket hither, and the Glasse; You get no lodging here, to night (my Lord.) Indeed, I must perswade one: Very good: I hope in time 'twill grow into a custome, That Noble men shall come with cap, and knee, To purchase a nights lodging, of their wiues. I must lye here. Must? you are a Lord of Misse-rule. Indeed, my Rule is onely in the night. To what vse will you put me, Wee'll sleepe together: la, what pleasure can two Louers find in sleepe? My Lord, I lye with her often: and I know She'll much disquiet you: See, you are complain'd of. For she's the sprawlingst bedfellow. I shall like her the better for that. Sir, shall I aske you a question? I pray thee Cariola. Wherefore still when you lie with my Lady Doe you rise so early? Labouring men, Count the Clocke oftnest Cariola, Are glad when their task's ended. I'll stop your mouth. Nay, that's but one, Venus had two soft Doues To draw her Chariot: I must haue another: When wilt thou marry, Cariola? Neuer (my Lord.) O sic vpon this single life: forgoe it: We read how Daphne, for her peeuish slight Became a fruitlesse Bay-tree: Siriux turn'd To the pale empty Reede: Anaxarate Was frozen into Marble: whereas those Which married, or prou'd kind vnto their friends Were, by a gracious influence, transhap'd Into the Oliffe, Pomgranet, Mulbery: Became Flowres, precious Stones, or eminent Starres. This is a vaine Poetry: but I pray you tell me, If there were propos'd me, Wisdome, Riches, and Beauty, In three seuerall young men, which should I choose? 'Tis a hard question: This was Paris case And he was blind in't, and there was great cause: For how was't possible he could iudge right, Hauing three amorous Goddesses in view, And they starcke naked: 'twas a Motion Were able to be-night the apprehention Of the seueerest Counsellor of Europe. Now I looke on both your faces, so well form'd It puts me in mind of a question, I would aske. What is't? I doe wonder why hard-fauour'd Ladies For the most part, keepe worse-fauour'd waieting women, To attend them, and cannot endure faire-ones. Oh, that's soone answer'd. Did you euer in your life know an ill Painter Desire to haue his dwelling next doore to the shop Of an excellent Picture-maker? 'twould disgrace His face-making, and vndoe him: I pre-thee When were we so merry? my haire tangles. 'Pray-thee (Cariola) let's steale forth the roome, And let her talke to her selfe: I haue diuers times Seru'd her the like, when she hath chafde extreamely: I loue to see her angry: softly Cariola.