Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 504 words
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I say, Sir, I'll teach him to hold his heels, If you will rule your fingers. I'll think upon't. I am bruised to jelly; better be a dog, Than slave to a Fool or Coward. here's my Mother, she is chastising too: How brave we live! That have our slaves to beat, to keep us in breath, When we want exercise. Careless Harlotry, Look to't, if a Curl fall, or wind, or Sun, Take my Complexion off, I will not leave One hair upon thine head. Here's a second show Of the Family of pride. Fie on these wars, I am starved for want of action, not a gamester left To keep a woman play; if this world last A little longer with us, Ladies must study Some new found Mystery, to cool one another, we shall burn to Cinders else; I have heard there have been Such Arts in a long vacation; would they were Revealed to me: they have made my Doctor too Physician to the Army, he was used To serve the turn at a pinch: but I am now Quite unprovided. My Mother in law is sure At her devotion. There are none but our slaves left, Nor are they to be trusted; some great women (Which I could name) in a dearth of Visitants, Rather than be idle, have been glad to play At small game, but I am so queasy stomached, And from my youth have been so used to Dainties, I cannot taste such gross meat; some that are hungry Draw on their shoemakers, and take a fall From such as mend Mats in their Galleries; Or when a tailor settles a Petticoat on, Take measure of his Bodkin: fie upon't, 'Tis base; for my part, I could rather lie with A Gallants breeches, and conceive upon 'em, Then stoop so low. Fair Madam, and my Mother. Leave the last out, it smells rank of the Country, And shows course breeding, your true Courtier knows not His Niece, or Sister from another woman, If she be apt and cunning. I could tempt now This fool, but he will be so long a working. Then he's my husband's Son; the fitter to Supply his wants, I have the way already. I'll try, if it will take; when were you with Your Mistress, fair Cleora. Two days sithence, But she's so coy forsooth, that ere I can Speak a penned speech I have bought, and studied for her, Her woman calls her away. Here's a dull thing, But better taught I hope, send of your man. Sirrah, be gone. This is the first good turn, She ever did me. We'll have a Scene of mirth, I must not have you shamed for want of practice. I stand here for Cleora, and do you hear Minion, (That you may tell her, what her woman should do) Repeat the lesson over, that I taught you, When my young Lord came to visit me, if you miss In a Syllable or posture!
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I say, Sir, I'le teach him to hold his heeles, If you will rule your fingers. I'le thinke vpon't. I am bruisde to ielly; better be a dogge, Then slaue to a Foole or Coward. Heere's my Mother, Shee is chastising too: How braue we liue! That haue our slaues to beat, to keepe vs in breath, When we want exercise. Carelesse Harlotrie, Looke too't, if a Curle fall, or winde, or Sunne, Take my Complexion off, I will not leaue One haire vpon thine head. Here's a second show Of the Family of pride. Fie on these warres, I am staru'd for want of action, not a gamester left To keepe a woman play; if this world last A little longer with vs, Ladyes must studie Some new found Mistery, to coole one another, Wee shall burne to Cinders else; I haue heard there haue beene Such Arts in a long vacation; would they were Reueal'd to mee: they haue made my Doctor too Phisitian to the Army, he was vs'de To serue the turne at a pinch: but I am now Quite vnprouided. My Mother in law is sure At her deuotion. There are none but our slaues left, Nor are they to be trusted; some great women (Which I could name) in a dearth of Visitants, Rather then be idle, haue beene glad to play At small game, but I am so queasie stomack't, And from my youth haue beene so vsde to Dainties, I cannot taste such grosse meate; some that are hungrie Draw on their shoomakers, and take a fall From such as mend Mats in their Galleries; Or when a Taylor settles a Petticoate on, Take measure of his Bodkin: fie vpon't, 'Tis base; for my part, I could rather lie with A Gallants breeches, and conceaue vpon 'em, Then stoope so low. Faire Madam, and my Mother. Leaue the last out, it smells rancke of the Countrie, And shewes course breeding, your true Courtier knowes not His Neece, or Sister from another woman, If she be apt and cunning. I could tempt now This foole, but he will be so long a working. Then hee's my Husbands Sonne; the fitter to Supply his wants, I haue the way already. I'le trie, if it will take; when were you with Your Mistris, faire Cleora. Two daies sithence, But shee's so coy forsooth, that ere I can Speake a pen'd speech I haue bought, and studied for her, Her woman calls her away. Here's a dull thing, But better taught I hope, send of your man. Sirra, be gone. This is the first good turne, She euer did me. We'le haue a Scaene of mirth, I must not haue you sham'd for want of practise. I stand here for Cleora, and doe you heare Minion, (That you may tell her, what her woman should do) Repeat the lesson ouer, that I taught you, When my young Lord came to visit me, if you misse In a Syllable or posture!