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 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
This is like to be a secret. That I Iasper Rawbone Citizen, and Housekeeper of London. A very poor one I'm sure. Do owe to mistress Iane, Lady of my thoughts, late of London Gentlewoman. Is she not still a Gentlewoman? Still a Gentlewoman goodman Coxcomb? did I not say she was Lady of my thoughts? where was I now? At goodman Coxcomb sir. Do owe to mistress Iane, Lady of my thoughts, late of London Gentlewoman, my true and lawful heart of England— to be paid to his said mistress, her executors, or assigns. To her executors? what will you pay your heart, when she is dead? 'tis none of my fault, and she will die, who can help it? thou dost nothing but interrupt me: I say to be paid, to his said mistress, her executors, or assigns, whensoever she demand it, at the font-stone of the Temple— Put it, the top of Paul's and please you; your conceit willbe the higher. Which payment to be truly made and performed, I bind, not my heirs, but my body and soul for ever. How your soul sir? Peace fool, my soul will shift for itself, when I am dead that willbe sure enough:— In witness whereof, I have hereunto put my hand and seal, which is a handsome spiny youth, with a bag of money in one hand, a bond in the tother, an Indenture between his legs, the last of the first merry month, and in the second year of the reign of King Cupid. Excellent! but in my opinion, you had better give her possession of your heart, I do not like this owing: faith pluck it out, and deliver it in the presence of us. Thou talk'st like a puisne, I can give her possession of it, by delivery of twopence wrapped up in the wax, 'twill hold in Law man;— and how, and how d''ee like it? I could have come over you with Verse, but hang Ballads, give me Poetical prose, every mountebank can time, and make his lines cry twang, though there be no reason in 'em. What Music have I heard? Music? Oh rare! He has Medusa's noble countenance, His hairs do curl like soft and gentle Snakes: Did ever puppy smile so? or the Ass Better become his ears? oh generous beast Of sober carriage, sure he's valiant too, Those bloodshot eyes betray him, but his nose Fishes for commendation. What does she mean Iasper? D''ee not see her love sir? why she does dote upon you, Which makes her talk so madly. Forsooth I know you are taken with me, alas these things are natural with me, when shall we be married forsooth? With your licence sir— D''ee not observe her? you must first procure a Licence. You shall hear more from me, when I come again— Iasper— My heart doth breathe itself upon your hand— Your father and Master Lodam—
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This is like to be a secret. That I Iasper Rawbone Citizen, and House-keeper of London. A very poore one I'me sure. Do owe to mistresse Iane, Lady of my thoughts, late of London Gentle-woman. Is she not still a Gentle-woman? Still a Gentle-woman good-man Coxe-combe? did I not say she was Lady of my thoughts? where was I now? At good-man Coxe-combe sir. — Do owe to mistresse Iane, Lady of my thoughts, late of London Gentle-woman, my true and lawfull heart of England —to be payd to his sayd mistresse, her executors, or assignes. To her executors? what will you pay your heart, when she is dead? Tis none of my fault, and she will dye, who can helpe it? thou dost nothing but interrupt me: I say to be payd, to his sayde mistresse, her executors, or assignes, whensoeuer she demaund it, at the font-stone of the Temple— Put it, the top of Paules and please you; your conceite wilbe the higher. Which payment to bee truely made and performed, I bind, not my heires, but my body and soule for euer. How your soule sir? Peace foole, my soule will shift for it selfe, when I am dead that wilbe sure enough: — In witnesse whereof, I haue here-vnto put my hand and seale, which is a hansome spiny youth, with a bag of mony in one hand, a bond in the t'other, an Indenture betweene his legs, the last of the first merry moneth, and in the second yeare of the raigne of King Cupid. Excellent! but in my opinion, you had better giue her possession of your heart, I do not like this owing: fayth plucke it out, and deliuer it in the presence of vs. Thou talk'st like a puisne, I can giue her possession of i, by deliuery of two-pence wrapt vp in the wax, twill hold in Law man; —and how, and how d'ee like it? I could haue come ouer you with Verse, but hang Ballads, giue me Poeticall prose, euery Mounte-banke can time, and make his lines crye twang, though there be no reason in em. What Musique haue I heard? Musique? Oh rare! Hee has Medusaes noble countenance, His haires do curle like soft and gentle Snakes: Did euer puppy smile so? or the Asse Better become his eares? oh generous beast Of sober carriage, sure he's valiant too, Those blood-shot eyes betray him, but his nose Fishes for commendation. What does she meane Iasper? D'ee not see her loue sir? why she does doate vpon you, Which makes her talke so madly. Forsooth I know you are taken with me, alas these things are naturall with me, when shall we be married forsooth? With your licence sir— D'ee not obserue her? you must first procure a Licence. You shall heare more from mee, when I come agen— Iasper — My heart doth breath it selfe vppon your hand— Your father and Master Lodam ▪—