The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 41 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 T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Sports and dances, say you? take pleasures and delectations in dances? Very well, Ienkin was knaw how to dance herself, was pred in all Sentilmans qualities, look you, her will make no peregrinations back till all be done, and it may be, was shake her legs in capers too, look you now. Master Ienkin, you are well met in these parts, I perceive you are early this morning, to partake the pastimes of our Shepherds. Good tayes and salutations, and cret deal of felities come to all your urships. Sir, my name is Master Bubulcus, and I am as good a Gentleman. As who pray you? do you make comparisons? I do embrace your familiarities, and remain your truest worm. Not too much worms, nor familiarities pray you: ha Pages, here is Selina's in her own apparels and vestments, all was very true as our Countrywoman Echoes was make reports: Selina was gone back again: very well: Mistress Selina's was very full of joys and exhilarations, to see you in these places, you knaw how greatly and ardently Ienkin was taken with your peauties, and pulchritudes, cret while ago: pray when did you make returns out of these woods? Ienkin had knowledge, and saw you in your Shepherd apparels, and was make ambulations after you hither, out of mere amours and affections as her was true Sentilman. I make return out of these woods? I entered them but now. Well, you desire not to have things declared, and published, her was keepe all silences. Upon my life you are mistaken quite in this, Master Ienkin. Oh, pray you make not Ienkin ridiculous, and derisions, look you, shall hear no more of that matters, call you only to memories you promised loves to Ienkin, pray you in matrimonies create while ago. I deny not that, sir, but I know not why you have long neglected me, and I am now married to Rufaldo. Rufaldo's? hit is not possible. Father, he says it is impossible Selina should be your wife. How, not my wife? I would fain see that. Is Selina your wife's in truths and verities pray you? Do you make question? My wife? I think there is some reason, she is my very dear wife, I will assure you sir. He has got a boy by this time. A boy? well, I have got something, a pox a your fingers. How sayst? is not something, done Sweetheart? Yes, in my conscience something is done. Ienkin was never all his days have such injuries and contumelies put upon her: was ever Sentilman thus abused? have her made repetitions and genealogies of her blood, for no matrimonies? Ienkin has peat the bushes, and Rufaldo's has get the pirds. Hum. her love not to make quarrels & prabbles, but Ienkin could fight with any podies in the whole urld, all weapons, from the long Pikes to the Welsh-hookes, look you now, no matrimonies? her Welsh-blood is up, look you. Master Bubulcus.
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Sports and dances, say you? take pleasures and delectations in dances? Very well, Ienkin was knaw how to dance her selfe, was pred in awle Sentilmans qualities, looke you, her will make no peregrinations backe till awle be done, and it may bee, was shake her legs in capers too, looke you now. Master Ienkin, you are well met in these parts, I perceiue you are early this morning, to partake the pastimes of our Shepheards. Good tayes and salutations, and cret deale of felities come to awle your vrships. Sir, my name is Master Bubulcus, and I am as good a Gentleman. As who pray you? doo you make comparisons? I doe embrace your familiarities, and remaine your truest worme. Not too much wormes, nor familiarities pray you: ha Pages, here is Selinaes in her owne apparels and vestiments, awle was very true as our Countrey-woman Ecchoes was make reports: Selina was gone back agen: very well: Mistris Selina's was very full of ioyes and exhillarations, to see you in these places, you knaw how creatly and ardently Ienkin was taken with your peauties, and pulchritudes, cret while agoe: pray' when did you make returnes out of these woods? Ienkin had knowledge, and saw you in your Shepheard apparels, and was make ambulations after you hither, out of meere amors and affections as her was true Sentilman. I make returne out of these woods? I entred them but now. Well, you desire not to haue things declared, and puplished, her was keepe awle silences. Vpon my life you are mistaken quite in this, Master Ienkin. Oh, pray you make not Ienkin ridicles, and derisions, looke you, shall heare no more of that matters, call you only to memories you promised loues to Ienkin, pray you in matrimonies creat while agoe. I deny not that, sir, but I know not why you haue long neglected me, and I am now married to Rufaldo. Rufaldoes? hit is not possible. Father, hee sayes it is impossible Selina should bee your wife. How, not my wife? I would faine see that. Is Selina your wifes in truths and verities pray you? Doe you make question? My wife? I thinke there is some reason, shee is my very deare wife, I will assure you sir. He has got a boy by this time. A boy? well, I haue got something, a pox a your fingers. How saist? is not something, done Sweet-heart? Yes, in my conscience something is done. Ienkin was neuer awle his dayes haue such iniuries and contumelies put vpon her: was euer Sentilman thus abused? haue her made repetitions and genealogies of her plood, for no matrimonies? Ienkin has peat the pushes, and Rufaldoes has get the pirds. Hum! her loue not to make quarrels & prabbles, but Ienkin could fight with any podies in the whole vrld, awle weapons, from the long Pikes to the Welsh-hookes, looke you now, no matrimonies? her Welsh-blood is vp, looke you. Master Bubulcus.