The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 26 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 T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Live long thou King of hell. So, so, well done of all sides, here our School breaks up, I might have run mad like, had I not taken off the edge of melancholy. Thus poor Gentleman. O Love thou art a madness, Drawing our souls with joy, to kill with sadness. So, so, poor souls, how glad they are of liberty. This is a hot house, I do scorch and broil: I'll seek the Elysian fields out, and die there. Have I not done my part, wench, with confidence to proceed thus far with thy father? either I am infinitely like my sister, or they are all mad with credulity: but our good fathers are blinded with their passions, and that helps me much: well, I do but think upon the night's work, there lies my masterpiece, I have it, 'tis for thy sake Hillaria, I have assumed this habit, the end will speak it. But what will you do? Antonio is lost now. Well enough, is supposed to go after Selina, and is not returned yet, out of my brotherly love, they will imagine I have but taken a journey in quest of a sister, time enough to return again, and he goes far, that never does wench by Story. Here's Bubulcus. Antonio is gone, no news of him: I am glad of that, I hope he will come no more. How now? what means this? what! sword drawn? And he is whetting it. For heaven's sake, what's the matter? Nay, nothing, nothing, I do but— a— By my virginity you make me afraid, what's the matter? He means to fight with somebody on my life. Heaven defend it, good sir, tell me. Be not afraid, Gentlewomen, for I do but, you see. But what? Whet my long knife, somebody shall smart for't, but— He does mean to challenge somebody. I charge you, if you love, tell me who's your enemy. Nay, nobody, I do not mean to fight, if I live. What? Nay, nothing, sweet Ladies, be not troubled, I do but sharpen my sword. Tell me the truth, why? I was eating Oysters other day, and I had never a knife, and so— Come, come, there is some other matter in't, pray tell me. Welll, you are my friends, if you chance to hear of any man's death shortly, then say Bubulens. I hope you do not mean to kill any man i'th' field, you do make me tremble, I'll assure you. No, no, sweetheart, do not tremble, I will but— Lose my honour? I'll be carved first. What a Capon's this? pray let me persuade you. And me. No, no, 'tis but in vain to persuade me, I'm resolved, if you love me, do not use any arguments: The Cupidinaean fires burn in my breast, And like the Oven Aetna I am full Of squibs and crackers. I had almost forgot— The Oven Aetna I'll be baked then: what a fury are you in? he looks like the god of War.
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Liue long thou King of hell. So, so, well done of all sides, here our Schoole breakes vp, I might haue runne mad like, had I not taken off the edge of melancholy. Thus poore Gentleman. O Loue thou art a madnesse, Drawing our soules with ioy, to kill with sadnesse. So, so, poore soules, how glad they are of liberty. This is a hot house, I doe scorch and broyle: Ile seeke the Elisian fields out, and dye there. Haue I not done my part, wench, with confidence to proceed thus farre with thy father? either I am infinitly like my sister, or they are all mad with credulitie: but our good fathers are blinded with their passions, and that helps me much: well, I doe but thinke vpon the nights worke, there lyes my master-piece, I haue it, 'tis for thy sake Hillaria, I haue assum'd this habit, the end will speake it. But what will you doe? Antonio is lost now. Well enough, is suppos'd to goe after Selina, and is not return'd yet, out of my brotherly loue, they will imagine I haue but taken a iourney in quest of a sister, time enough to returne agen, and hee goes farre, that neuer does wench by Story. Heres Bubulcus. Antonio is gone, no newes of him: I am glad of that, I hope he will come no more. How now? what meanes this? what! sword drawne? And he is whetting it. For heauens sake, whats the matter? Nay, nothing, nothing, I doe but—a— By my virginity you make me afraid, whats the matter? He meanes to fight with some body on my life. Heauen defend it, good sir, tell me. Bee not afraid, Gentlewomen, for I doe but, you see. But what? Whet my long knife, somebody shall smart for't, but— He does meane to challenge somebody. I charge you, if you loue, tell me who's your enemy. Nay, no body, I doe not meane to fight, if I liue. What? Nay, nothing, sweet Ladies, be not troubled, I doe but sharpen my sword. Tell me the truth, why? I was eating Oysters tother day, and I had neuer a knife, and so— Come, come, there is some other matter in't, pray tell me. Welll, you are my friends, if you chance to heare of any mans death shortly, then say Bubulens. I hope you doe not meane to kill any man i'th field, you doe make me tremble, Ile assure you. No, no, sweet-heart, doe not tremble, I will but— Lose my honour? Ile be caru'd first. What a Capon's this? pray let me perswade you. And me. No, no, 'tis but in vaine to perswade me, I'm resolu'd, if you loue me, doe not vse any arguments: The Cupidinaean fires burne in my brest, And like the Ouen Etna I am full Of squibs and crackers. I had almost forgot— The Ouen Etna Ile bee baked then: what a fury are you in? he lookes like the god of Warre.