Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I am so little She cannot see me, give you joy forsooth, I hope it is your destiny to be married. And yours to be hanged. How sir. No harm, He wishes you long life. A long halter he does, What to be hanged. 'las sir he knows you ha' no flesh to burden you, Light at a feather, hanging will ne'er kill you, If he had wished sir master Lodam hanged. Then, i'll to him and thank him; But here's mistress Iane. You shall command me as your servant.— sirrah. I did but ask her how she did, I said Never a word to her: Pox upon his bouncing I am as fearful of him as of a Gun, He does so powder me. We have not seen You sir, this great while, you fall away methinks. Losing Lodam I. You are not the least welcome sir. I do give you great thank, and do mean to dance at your Wedding for't, I do marvel Master Beauford is not earlier, I should ha' been here with music Lady, and have fiddled you too, before you were up, these lean Lovers, ha' nothing in 'em, slow men of London. Gratiana. Who's this? she has a mortal eye. Chameleon? How now turned away your master. No, I sold my place; as I was thinking to run away, comes this fellow, and offered me a breakfast for my good will to speak to my Master for him, I took him at his word, and resigned my Office, and turned over my hunger to him immediately; now I serve a man, Isaac. Isaac.— I do foresee a fall of this tower already, Love begins to undermine it. Mistress, a word in private. Iasper hast a sword. Yes sir. That's well, let it alone: Didst see this paunch affront me? He did it in love to the Gentlewoman. In love? let me see the sword again. would 'twere in his belly— put it up, Thou deservest a good blade, 'tis so well kept. Master Beauford, master Beauford. Where? Hard by, within a stone's cast a my Mistress, here sit here. My dearest Beauford, where hast been so long? Oh Gratiana. Are you not in health? Not well, 'tis then no time to chide: How fare you sir? I have a trouble at my heart: pardon The trespass o' your patience Gentlemen, He publish the occasion of my absence, So first, you give me leave, to unlade it here; But with your favour, I desire I may Exempt all ears, but Gratiana's, till A short time ripen it for your knowledge. Ha? Let's leave 'em then a while. Into the Garden Gentlemen. With all my heart: In my conscience the' I'll be honest together. This begets my wonder, master Lodam. Good sir Iohn, i'll wait upon you, It is dinner time. I have not time to dwell on circumstance, I come to take my last leave, you and I Must never meet again.
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I am so little She cannot see me, giue you ioy forsooth, I hope it is your destiny to be married. And yours to bee hang'd. How sir. No harme, He wishes you long life. A long halter he does, What to bee hang'd. Las sir he knows you ha no flesh to burden you, Light at a feather, hanging will nere kill you, If he had wish'd sir master Lodam hang'd. Then, ile to him and thanke him; But here's mistresse Iane. You shal command me as your seruant.—sirra. I did but aske her how she did, I sayd Neuer a word to her: Pox vpon his bounsing I am as fearefull of him as of a Gun, He does so powder me. We haue not seene You sir, this great while, you fall away me-thinkes. Loosing Lodam I. You are not the least welcome sir. I do giue you great thanke, and do meane to dance at your Wedding for't, I doe maruaile Master Beauford is not earlier, I shud ha beene here with musique Lady, and haue fidled you too, before you were vp, these leane Louers, ha nothing in em, slow men of London. Gratiana. Who's this? shee has a mortall eye. Cameleon? How now turn'd away your master. No, I sold my place; as I was thinking to runne away, comes this fellow, and offered me a breake-fast for my good will to speake to my Master for him, I tooke him at his word, and resigned my Office, and turn'd ouer my hunger to him immediately; now I serue a man, Isaac. Isaac.— I do fore-see a fall of this tower already, Loue beginnes to vnder-mine it. Mistresse, a word in priuate. Iasper has't a sword. Yes sir. That's well, let it alone: Didst see this paunch affront me? He did it in loue to the Gentle-woman. In loue? let me see the sword agen. Wo'd twere in his belly — put it vp, Thou deserust a good blade, tis so well kept. Master Beauford, master Beauford. Where? Hard by, within a stones cast a my Mistresse, here sit here. My deerest Beauford, where hast bin so long? Oh Gratiana. Are you not in health? Not well, tis then no time to chide: How fare you sir? I haue a trouble at my heart: pardon The trespasse o' your patience Gentle-men, He publish the occasion of my absence, So first, you giue me leaue, to vnlade it here; But with your fauour, I desire I may Exempt all eares, but Gratianaes, till A short time ripen it for your knowledge. Ha? Lets leaue 'em then a while. Into the Garden Gentle-men. Withall my heart: In my conscience the 'ile be honest together. This begets my wonder, master Lodam. Good sir Iohn, ile waite vpon you, It is dinner time. I haue not time to dwell on circumstance, I come to take my last leaue, you and I Must neuer meete agen.