The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 32 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 T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
Prithee do, I am very drowsy: come, I'll dream of some thing, my eyes are going to bed, and leaden sleep doth draw the curtains o'er them. Will you go with me? Yes, and we will pick a dish of Strawberries. Has almost lost herself in these woods and wildernesses, was very weary of these journeys and travels in footbacks: have not since her comings beheld any reasonable creatures: bless us all, Iocarello is lost too, cannot tell where, in these mazes and labyrinths. Iocarello, so ho. So ho. Ha, there's somebody's yet, hark you tere, here is a sentilman of Wales, look you, desires very much to have speeches and confabulations with you: where is her? Here is her. Here is her? knaw not which ways to come to her: pray you tell Ienkin where you be? Booby. Poobies? was her call her poobies? 'tis very saucy travels, her will teach her better manners and moralities, if her get her in reaches and circumferences of her welsh blades truly. You lie. How, lies and poobies too? hark you, Ienkin was give you mauls and knocks, for your poobies, and lies, and indignities, look for your pates now. Here is nobody's but bushes and briers, look you, all is very quiet: so ho, ho. So ho, ho. Her am very much deceived, now it comes into our minds if these voices be not Echoes, Echo. Echo. 'Tis very true, but her marvel much, have her Echoes in these Countries pray you? Yes pray you. Warrant her 'tis a Welsh Echo, was follow Ienkin in loves out of Wales. Out of Wales. 'Tis very true, bless us all now, her call to remembrances and memories, her had communications and talkings with this very Echoes in Glamorganshire, in de valleys and talls there look you, her am very glad her hath met with Echoes, was borne in her own Countries, hark you, Ienkin was travel hither out of loves and affections to Selina. Nay. Nay, yes very true, pray you tell her, be Selina in these woods, or no? No. No, where is her den, have her taken all these labours and ambulations in vanities? say you, shall Ienkin then go back as he came? Ass he came. Gone? it is not possible, hit may be Selina was turn spirits and be invisible rather, she is not gone verily. There you lie. Lie, very well, you have privileges to give lies and all things in the world, but her will not leave these woods for all dat, her will be Pilgrims all tayes of her lives, ere her go without her. Go without her. How, not love Ienkin? then there is a Devil in all female sexes: know very well she promise loves and good wills in times, great while ago, pray you now, her will talk no longer with you. Fare you well Echo, pray if you meet her Pages, bid her make hasts and expeditions after her. Fare you well. Fare you well.
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Prethee doe, I am very drowzy: come, Ile dreame of some thing, my eyes are going to bed, and leaden sleepe doth draw the curtaines o're them. Will you goe with me? Yes, and we will picke a dish of Strawberies. Has almost lost her selfe in these woods and wildernesses, was very weary of these iourneyes and trauels in foote-backs: haue not since her commings beheld any reasonable creatures: blesse vs awle, Iocarello is loft too, cannot tell where, in these mazes and labyrinths. Iocarello, so ho. So ho. Ha, there's some bodies yet, harke you tere, here is a sentilman of Wales, looke you, desires very much to haue speeches and confabulations with you: where is her? Here is her. Here is her? knaw not which waies to come to her: pray you tell Ienkin where you be? Boobie. Poobies? was her call her poobies? 'tis very saucy trauels, her will teach her better manners and moralities, if her get her in reaches and circumferences of her Walsh blades truely. You lie. How, lies and poobies too? harke you, Ienkin was giue you mawles and knocks, for your poobies, and lies, and indignities, looke for your pates now. Here is no bodies but bushes and bryers, looke you, awle is very quiet: so ho, ho. So ho, ho. Her am very much deceiu'd, now it comes into our mindes if these voyces be not Ecchoes, Eccho. Eccho. 'Tis very true, but her maruell much, haue her Ecchoes in these Countries pray you? Yes pray you. Warrant her 'tis a Welsh Eccho, was follow Ienkin in loues out of Wales. Out of Wales. 'Tis very true, blesse vs awle now, her call to remembrances and memories, her had communications and talkings with this very Ecchoes in Clamorgan-shire, in de vallies and Talles there looke you, her am very glad her hath met with Ecchoes, was borne in her owne Countries, harke you, Ienkin was trauell hither out of loues and affections to Selina. Nay. Nay, yes very true, pray you tell her, be Selina in these woods, or no? No. No, where is her den, haue her taken awle these labours and ambulations in vanities? say you, shall Ienkin then goe backe as he came? Asse he came. Gone? it is not possible, hit may bee Selina was turne spirits and be inuisible rather, she is not gone verily. There you lye. Lye, very well, you haue priuiledges to giue lyes and awle things in the world, but her will not leaue these woods for awle dat, her will bee Pilgrims all tayes of her lifes, ere her goe without her. Goe without her. How, not loue Ienkin? then there is a Deuill in awle female sexes: know very well she promise loues and good wills in times, great while agoe, pray you now, her will talke no longer with you. Fare you well Eccho, pray if you meete her Pages, bid her make hasts and expeditions after her. Fare you well. Fare you well.