Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.84 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
'twere fit your pretty Agent here, Received instructions how to shape her garb And port, just as th'imployment doth require. Her knowledge is already satisfied. Alteza's threats shall only move her scorn. I will perform my best in your behalf, But I do fear I am not valiant Sir. O, you! that call your sins your duty, that Obey your lady's riots out o'zeal!— Signior!— Her honour's spital you preserve As a Restorative for your salt itch I beseech ye— You third in Bracelets too, The Pearls that drop from her authentic nose. What mean you Sir? To cleave you from the scalp Unto the twist: to make nine skittles of Your bones, and wind your heartstrings 'bout my thumb— O mercy Sir! So rotten are my Limbs That when you stretch your Cheeks and blow on me, I straight am scattered into sand— Coward! Creep straight into my Hourglass then, and there Eternally distinguish fatal time— What slave disturbs the quiet of my Ear? ne'er look Sir! I serve my Lady; and I Do scorn to yield— D'ye bristle Porcupine?— Take heed!— I have the malady of France— Stay Altamont! withdraw thy violence! If thou disorder'st but a hair, that doth Belong to th'Eyebrow of my meanest Groom, I will proclaim my superiority And rule i'th' Streets. Hell cannot miss thee long! Insult beneath thy own low Roof! This part O'th' House doth call me sovereign Retire! Is that the Piece you have so magnified, She you boast of for your pastime Royal? She clips the grey and shivered wings of Time to make him slow; that our embraces like Succeeding minutes then, may add unto Their length. Let me engender on thy lips— So our progeny may still be kisses— A meek and gentle heat, whilst thus we bill We imitate the sober lust of Doves— That kiss (Sir) was so powerful and moist, That you have robbed my Lips of all their wealth! Take back thy wealth again!— Are ye so hot?— Thy Lips are thin and lank (Alteza) as The Lids that close thine Eyes. Hers gently swell Like Eastern fruit, and are more soft than is The fleecy Air that clothes the Infant Morn. Pray a word! Is there in this Pageantry Ought like to truth? Discover your intent! I'll make my anger equal unto thine, And my revenge above them both. This bright Auspicious Maid shall govern in my bed. She is my Concubine: the Off spring of Her womb shall triumph here, maugre thy sight: Whilst envy does consume thy flesh until Thy body lighter grow then thy loose mind. How well my Stars behave their influence? Mervolle, go! my Mistress guide unto Those lodgings that o'erview the Garden mount. If you retard your presence whilst the Sun (In's race) fill up one Hour, you'll find before Your next review, that grief hath made me old, And I shall look more like a Matron than A Bride; so much your absence mortifies.
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T'were fit your pretty Agent heere, Receiu'd inſtructions how to ſhape her garbe And port, iuſt as th'imployment doth require. Her knowledge is already ſatisfi'd. Alteza's threats ſhall onely mooue her ſcorne. I will performe my beſt in your behalfe▪ But I doe feare I am not valiant Sir. O, you! that call your ſinnes your duty, that Obay your Ladies riots out o'zeale!— Signior!— Her honours ſpittle you preſerue As a Reſtoratiue for your ſalt itch I beſeech ye— You thrid in Bracelets too, The Pearles that drop from her authenticke noſe. What meane you Sir? To cleaue you from the ſcalpe Vnto the twiſt: to make nine skittles of Your boes, and winde your heratſtrings 'bout my thumbe— O mercy Sir! So rotten are my Limmes That when you ſtretch your Cheekes and blow on me, I ſtrait am ſcatter'd into ſand— Coward! Creepe ſtrait into my Houreglaſſe then, and there Eternally diſtinguiſh fatall time— What ſlaue diſturbs the quiet of my Eare? Nere looke Sir! I ſerue my Lady; and I Doe ſcorne to yeeld— D'ye briſtle Porcupine?— Take heed!— I haue the mallady of France— Stay Altamont! withdraw thy violence! If thou diſorderſt but a haire, that doth Belong to th'Eyebrow of my meaneſt Groome, I will proclaime my ſuperioritie And rule i'th'Streets. Hell cannot miſſe thee long! Inſult beneath thy owne low Roofe! This part O'th'Houſe doth call me ſoueraigne Retire! Is that the Peece you haue ſo magnifi'd, She you boaſt of for your paſtime Royall? She clips the grey and ſhiuer'd wings of Time to make him ſlow; that our imbraces like Succeeding minutes then, may adde vnto Their length. Let me ingender on thy lips— So our progeny may ſtill be kiſſes— A meeke and gentle heate, whilſt thus we bill We imitate the ſober luſt of Doues— That kiſſe (Sir) was ſo powerfull and moiſt, That you haue robd my Lips of all their wealth! Take backe thy wealth againe! — Are ye ſo hot? — Thy Lips are thin and lanke (Alteza) as The Lids that cloſe thine Eyes. Hers gently ſwell Like Eaſterne fruit, and are more ſoft then is The fleecy Aire that clothes the Infant Morne. Pray a word! Is there in this Pagentry Ought like to truth? Diſcouer your intent! I'le make my anger equall vnto thine, And my reuenge aboue them both. This bright Auſpicious Maid ſhall gouerne in my bed. She is my Concubine: the Off ſpring of Her wombe ſhall triumph heere, maugre thy ſight: Whilſt enuie does conſume thy fleſh vntill Thy bodie lighter grow then thy looſe mind. How well my Starres behaue their influence? Meruolle, goe! my Miſtreſſe guide vnto Thoſe lodgings that oreuiew the Garden mount. If you retard your preſence whilſt the Sunne (In's race) fill vp one Howre, you'le find before Your next reuiew, that griefe hath made me old, And I ſhall looke more like a Matron then A Bride; ſo much your abſence mortifies.