The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 27 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.81 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
The god of War? I think I have reason. Hillaria, I must, and I will, and all the world shall not hold me. But you shall not go away thus, till you be calmer. O that I were a flea upon his lip, There would I suck for ever, and not skip. I will carbonado him, his face doth far Excel all other like a blazing star We mortals wonder at. Vouchsafe to cast Off the sparkling diamond eyes thou hast: O let me go on, me thy vowed creature, That is confounded with thy form and feature. Is the fool mad? He has something in his head, and it were out: but here comes our Fathers. Antonio not heard of yet? This morning we wanted a Bride too, but she was found, marry I cried for her first. Father, come, my Brother Antonio is but gone to look his Sister: ha, my sweet Wench, when shall's to bed. I hope 'tis so, and yet he stays too long. Here's Gorgon: Sirrah, where have you been all this day? Indeed, sir, I have made inquisition, both my tongue and my feet have walked, but my Mistress is not to be found or heard of, I'll assure you. Gorgon, hast lost thy senses? here's Selina. Mistress, than we are all made.— He capers. But sirrah, your Master Antonio's gone. Gone in wine, sir, for joy of his sisters finding again. Go your ways, sirrah, and either bring me news of him, or look me in the face no more, you'll find we jest not. Pray, sir, let me take my journey in the morning, the wedding night is fatal: I hope your worship does but jest, I may be drunk too night, and wake early enough to be gone afore day too, I beseech you sir. Pray, sir, let him stay tonight. By this hand there he is, where? did not I hear his voice? Away sirrah. I have been mad all this while, and now am like to be my own man again: since there is no remedy, Gentiles all, good night. Gorgon begins to be a wandering Knight. I cannot be heartily merry: well, let's leave these two without any more ceremonies, 'tis late, all joys be multiplied on my Son and Daughter: good night, I do comfort myself with hope of Antonio's return, and yet fears are great. Lights there: so, so, welcome thou much expected night, I do salute thy black brows: come, my Selina, shalt find I have young blood: Hillaria, do service to your Mother, make her unready. 'Tis time enough. And why should we lose any? I pray thee let her come. I know 'tis your Virgin modesty, loath to part with a Maidenhead, but it must off: come, prithee be not idle: why, thou knowest I married thee, Selina, as thou lovest me— Sir, by that love I must entreat you one thing. Any thing, sweetheart.
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The god of Warre? I thinke I haue reason. Hillaria, I must, and I will, and all the world shall not hold me. But you shall not goe away thus, till you be calmer. O that I were a flea vpon his lip, There would I sucke for euer, and not skip. I will carbonado him, his face doth farre Excell all other like a blazing starre We mortals wonder at. Vouchsafe to cast Off the sparkling diamond eyes thou hast: O let me goe on, me thy vowed creature, That is confounded with thy forme and feature. Is the foole mad? He has something in his head, and it were out: but here comes our Fathers. Antonio not heard of yet? This morning we wanted a Bride too, but she was found, mary I cryed for her first. Father, come, my Brother Antonio is but gone to looke his Sister: ha, my sweet Wench, when shal's to bed. I hope 'tis so, and yet he staies too long. Here's Gorgon: Sirra, where haue you beene all this day? Indeed, sir, I haue made inquisition, both my tongue and my feete haue walked, but my Mistris is not to be found or heard of, Ile assure you. Gorgon, hast lost thy sences? here's Selina. Mistris, then we are all made.—He capers. But sirra, your Master Antonio's gon. Gon in wine, sir, for ioy of his sisters finding agen. Goe your waies, sirra, and either bring me newes of him, or looke mee in the face no more, you'l finde we iest not. Pray', sir, let me take my iourney in the morning, the wedding night is fatall: I hope your worship does but iest, I may be drunke too night, and wake early enough to be gon afore day too, I beseech you sir. Pray', sir, let him stay to night. By this hand there he is, where? did not I heare his voice? Away sirra. I haue beene mad all this while, and now am like to be my owne man againe: since there is no remedy, Gentiles all, good night. Gorgon begins to be a wandring Knight. I cannot be heartily merry: well, let's leaue these two without any more ceremonies, 'tis late, all ioyes be multiplyed on my Sonne and Daughter: good night, I doe comfort my selfe with hope of Antonio's returne, and yet feares are great. Lights there: so, so, welcome thou much expected night, I doe salute thy blacke browes: come, my Selina, shalt finde I haue yong blood: Hillaria, doe seruice to your Mother, make her vnready. 'Tis time enough. And why should we lose any? I pray thee let her come. I know 'tis your Virgin modesty, loth to part with a Maidenhead, but it must off: come, prethee be not idle: why, thou knowest I married thee, Selina, as thou louest me— Sir, by that loue I must entreat you one thing. Any thing, sweet-heart.