The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 20 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
She is an early riser, and yet sometime as soon down as up, she cannot be quiet for the serving-men, 'tis her hour between eight o'clock and her Mistress rising, to come to discipline. 'Tis a pretty smug Wench, is her name Delia? she has a pretty name too. Oh, sir, all her credit is in her good name: it was Diana's the Goddess of chastity, and therefore when she marries, she may cuckold her Husband by a privilege, for Diana gave horns to Actaeon. Where's Master Criticotaster? Who's that? Sir, my Master has sent you a little gold, he desires you send him the speech he should speak at Sessions in the Country, he's now riding down. Sir Valentine Wantbraine, that has never a clerk? The same, Sir. Newly put into Commission for the peace, being puisne, it falls to him to give the charge. I have drawn it, let me see in Comitatu, &c. here, read it, Curculio, he may the better instruct his Master, a touch, a touch. Good men of the jury for this Session, I will not implicate you with ambages and circumstances, I am unwilling to confound your little wits with affected divisions of my narration, into quis, quid, quomodo, and quandoes: I will neither utter by gross, nor part my speech into a dozen of long points, knotted often in the middle, and untagged in the end; you are to present Malefactors, whereof you are the chief— Reformers, and seeing you stand ready for your charge, I will give fire to this great piece of service, & send you all off with a powder, that in any case we may go to dinner betimes, &c. So, 'tis enough: bear my respects to your Master, tell him 'tis a speech will do him credit, bid him learn it perfectly without Book. And do you hear, if he chance to be at a nonplus, he may help himself with his beard and handkercher, or it will be a good posture for his hand now and then to be fumbling with his bandstrings. Farewell. Mistress Medulla, the Sun of honour shine upon your hopes, till it sublime you to a Ladyship: I will attend you presently. Sirrah, bid your fellow make ready the caroche, and attend me here about an hour hence, I will ride home. What Gentlewoman is that? An old Country Gentlewoman, that hath buried her Husband lately, and comes up to be a Lady, for she swears she will not marry any more Gentlemen: she is fallen out with a justice of Peace's wife in the Country, and she will have a Knight, though she pay for his horse-hire, to spite her neighbours. A word with you, sir. Your friend and Master Bubulcus. ha' you done, sir? The Cupidinaean fires burn in my breast, And like the Oven Aetna, I am full Of Squibs and Crackers. This will powder him.
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She is an early riser, and yet sometime as soone downe as vp, she cannot be quiet for the Seruingmen, 'tis her houre betweene eight a clocke and her Mistris rising, to come to discipline. 'Tis a pretty smug Wench, is her name Delia? she has a pretty name too. Oh, sir, all her credit is in her good name: it was Diana's the Goddesse of chastity, and therefore when she marries, she may cuckold her Husband by a priuiledge, for Diana gaue hornes to Actaeon. Where's Master Criticotaster? Who's that? Sir, my Master has sent you a little gold, he desires you send him the speech he should speake at Sessions in the Country, he's now riding downe. Sir Valentine Wantbraine, that has neuer a Clarke? The same, Sir. Newly put into Commission for the peace, being puisne, it fals to him to giue the charge. I haue drawne it, let me see in Comitatu, &c. here, read it, Curculio, he may the better instruct his Master, a touch, a touch. Good men of the Iury for this Session, I will not implicate you with ambages and circumstances, I am vnwilling to confound your little wits with affected diuisions of my narration, into quis, quid, quomodo, and quandoes: I will neither vtter by grosse, nor part my speech into a doozen of long points, knotted often in the middle, and vntagd in the end; your are to present Malefactors, whereof you are the chiefe—Reformers, and seeing you stand ready for your charge, I will giue fire to this great piece of seruice, & send you all off with a powder, that in any case we may goe to dinner betimes, &c. So, 'tis enough: beare my respects to your Master, tell him 'tis a speech will doe him credit, bid him learne it perfectly without Booke. And doe you heare, if he chance to be at a nonplus, he may helpe himselfe with his beard and handkercher, or it will be a good posture for his hand now and then to be fumbling with his bandstrings. Farewell. Mistris Medulla, the Sun of honour shine vpon your hopes, till it sublime you to a Ladiship: I will attend you presently. Sirra, bid your fellow make ready the Caroch, and attend me here about an houre hence, I will ride home. What Gentlewoman is that? An old Country Gentlewoman, that hath buried her Husband lately, and comes vp to be a Lady, for she sweares she will not marry any more Gentlemen: she is fallen out with a Iustice of Peaces wife in the Country, and she will haue a Knight, though she pay for his Horse-hier, to spight her neighbours. A word with you, sir. Your friend and Master Bubulcus. Ha you done, sir? The Cupidinaean fires burne in my brest, And like the Ouen Etna, I am full Of Squibs and Crackers. This will powder him.