Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.79 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
What new crotchet next? There is so much sense in this wild distraction, That I am almost out of my wits too, To see and hear him: some few hours more Spent here, would turn me Apish, if not frantic. In all the volumes thou hast turned, thou Man Of knowledge, hast thou met with any rarity, Worthy thy contemplation like to this? The model of the Heavens, the Earth, the Waters, The harmony, and sweet consent of times, Are not of such an excellence, in form Of their Creation, as the infinite wonder That dwells within the compass of this face: And yet I tell thee, Scholar, under this Well-ordered sign, is lodged such an obedience, As will hereafter in another age, Strike all comparison into a silence. She had a Sister too: but as for her, If I were given to talk, I could describe A pretty piece of goodness: let that pass— We must be wise sometimes: What would you with her? I with her! nothing by your leave, Sir, I: It is not my profession. You are saucy, And as I take it, scurvy in your sauciness, To use no more respect— good soul, be patient: We are a pair of things the world doth laugh at: Yet be content, Cleophila; those clouds Which bar the Sun from shining on our miseries, Will never be chased off till I am dead; And than some charitable soul will take thee Into protection. I am hasting on, The time cannot be long. I do beseech ye, Sir, as you love your health, as you respect My safety, let not passion overrule you. It shall not, I am friends with all the world. Get me some wine, to witness that I will be An absolute good fellow, I will drink with thee. Have you prepared his Cup? 'tis in readiness. By your leave, Gallants, I come to speak with a young Lady, as they say, the old Trojans daughter of the house. Your business with my Lady daughter, toss-pot? toss-pot? O base! toss-pot? Peace; dost not see in what case he is? I would do my own commendations to her; that's all. Do, come my Genius, we will quaff in wine Till we grow wise. True Nectar is divine. So, I am glad he is gone. Page, walk aside. Sweet Beauty, I am sent Ambassador from the Mistress of my thoughts, to you, the Mistress of my desires. So Sir, I pray be brief. That you may know, I am not as they say, an Animal; which is as they say, a kind of Cokes, which is as the learned term, an Ass, a Puppy, a widgeon, a Dolt, a Noddy, a— As you please. Pardon me for that, it shall be as you please indeed. Forsooth I love to be courtly, and in fashion. Well, to your Embassy; what, or from whom? Marry what is more than I know? for to know what's what, is to know what's what, and for what's what: but these are foolish figures, and to little purpose.
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What new Crochet next? There is so much sence in this wilde distraction, That I am almost out of my wits too, To see and heare him: some few houres more Spent here, would turne me Apish, if not frantick. In all the volumes thou hast turn'd, thou Man Of knowledge, hast thou met with any rarity, Worthy thy contemplation like to this? The modell of the Heauens, the Earth, the Waters, The harmony, and sweet consent of times, Are not of such an excellence, in forme Of their Creation, as the infinite wonder That dwelles within the compasse of this face: And yet I tell thee, Scholer, vnder this Well-ord'red signe, is lodg'd such an obedience, As will hereafter in another age, Strike all comparison into a silence. She had a Sister too: but as for her, If I were giuen to talke, I coo'd describe A pretty piece of goodnesse: let that passe— We must be wise somtimes: What would you with her? I with her! nothing by your leaue, Sir, I: It is not my profession. You are sawcy, And as I take it, scuruy in your sawcinesse, To vse no more respect—good soule, be patient: We are a paire of things the world doth laugh at: Yet be content, Cleophila; those clouds Which barre the Sunne from shining on our miseries, Will neuer be chac'd off till I am dead; And then some charitable soule will take thee Into protection. I am hasting on, The time cannot be long. I doe beseech yee, Sir, as you loue your health, as you respect My safety, let not passion ouerrule you. It shall not, I am friends with all the world. Get me some wine, to witnesse that I will be An absolute good fellow, I will drinke with thee. Haue you prepar'd his Cup? Tis in readinesse. By your leaue, Gallants, I come to speake with a young Lady, as they say, the old Troianes daughter of the house. Your businesse with my Lady daughter, Tosse-pot? Tosse-pot? O base! Tosse-pot? Peace; do'st not see in what case he is? I would doe my owne commendations to her; that's all. Doe, come my Genius, we will quaffe in wine Till we grow wise. True Nectar is diuine. So, I am glad he is gone. Page, walke aside. Sweet Beauty, I am sent Embassadour from the Mistris of my thoughts, to you, the Mistris of my desires. So Sir, I pray be briefe. That you may know, I am not as they say, an Animall; which is as they say, a kinde of Cokes, which is as the learned terme, an Asse, a Puppy, a Widgin, a Dolt, a Noddy, a— As you please. Pardon me for that, it shall be as you please indeed. Forsooth I loue to be courtly, and in fashion. Well, to your Embasie; what, or from whom? Marry what is more then I know? for to know what's what, is to know what's what, and for what's what: but these are foolish figures, and to little purpose.