Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Well acted Pru. First minute of her reign! what will she do Forty year hence? God bless her! If you'll kiss, Or compliment, my Lord, behold a Lady, A stranger, and my Lady's kinswoman. I do confess my rudeness, that had need To have mine eye directed to this beauty. It was so little, as it asked a perspicil. Lady, your name? My Lord, it is Laetitia. Laetitia! a fair omen! And I take it. Let me have still such lettuce for my lips: But that o' your family, Lady? Silly, Sir. My Lady's kinswoman? I am so honoured. Already, it takes! An excellent fine boy. He is descended of a right good stock, Sir. What's this? an Antiquary? An Antiquity, By th' dress, you'd swear! An old Welsh Herald's widow: She's a wild-Irish borne! Sir, and a hybrid, That lives with this young Lady, a mile off here, And studies Vincent against York. She'll conquer, If she read Vincent. Let me study her. She's perfect in most pedigrees, most descents. A bawd, I hope, and knows to blaze a coat. And judgeth all things with a single eye, Fly, come you hither; No discovery Of what you see, to your Colonel Toe, or Tip, here, But keep all close, tho' youyou stand i'the way o'preferment, Seek it, off from the road; no flattery for't: No lick-foot, pain of losing your proboscis: My liquorish Fly. What says old velvet-head? He will present me himself, Sir, if you will not. Who? he present? what? whom? An Host? A Groom? Divide the thanks with me? share in my glories? Lay up. I say no more. Then silence Sir, And hear the sovereign. ostlers? to usurp Upon my Sparta or Province, as they say? No broom but mine? Still Colonel, you mutter? I dare speak out, as Cuerpo. Noble Colonel. And carry what I ask- Ask what you can Sr. So't be i'the house. I ask my rights & privileges, And though for form I please to call't a suit, I have not been accustomed to repulse. No sweet Sir Glorious, you may still command. And go without. But yet Sir being the first, And called a suit, you'll look it shall be such As we may grant. It else denies itself. You hear the opinion of the Court. I No Court opinions. 'tis my Ladies, though. My Lady is a Spinster, at the Law, And my petition is of right. What is it? It is for this poor learned bird. The Fly? Professor in the Inn, here, of small matters: How he commends him! As, to save himself (in him. So do all Politics in their commendations. This is a State-bird, and the verier fly? Hear him problematize. Bless us, what's that? Or syllogize, elenchize. Sure, petards, To blow us up. Some ingenious strong words! He means to erect a castle i'the air, And make his fly an Elephant to carry it.
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Well acted Pru. First minute of her raigne! what will she doe Forty yeare hence? God blesse her! If you'll kisse, Or complement, my Lord, behold a Lady, A stranger, and my Ladyes kinswoman. I doe confesse my rudenesse, that had need To haue mine eye directed to this beauty. It was so little, as it ask'd a perspicill. Lady, your name? My Lord, it is Laetitia. Laetitia! a faire omen! And I take it. et me haue still such Lettice for my lips: But that o' your family, Lady? Silly, Sir. My Ladyes kinswoman? I am so honour'd. Already, it takes! An excellent fine boy. He is descended of a right good stock, Sir. What's this? an Antiquary? An Antiquity, By th' dresse, you'ld sweare! An old Welsh Heralds widdow: She's a wild-Irish borne! Sir, and a Hybride, That liues with this yong Lady, a mile off here, And studies Vincent against Yorke. She'l conquer, If she read Vincent. Let me study her. She's perfect in most pedigrees, most descents. A Baud, I hope, and knowes to blaze a coate. And iudgeth all things with a single eye, Fly, come you hither; No discouery Of what you see, to your Colonel Toe, or Tip, here, But keepe all close, tho'you stand i'the way o'preferment, Seeke it, off from the roade; no flattery for't: No lick-foote, paine of loosing your proboscis: My Licorish Fly. What sayes old veluet-head? He will present me himselfe, Sir, if you will not. Who? he present? what? whom? An Host? A Groome? Diuide the thanks with me? share in my glories? Lay vp. I say no more. Then silence Sir, And heare the sou'raigne. Hostlers? to vsurpe Vpon my Sparta' or Prouince, as they say? No broome but mine? Still Colonel, you mutter? I dare speake out, as Cuerpo. Noble Colonel. And carry what I aske- Ask what you can Sr. So't be i'the house. I ask my rights & priuiledges, And though for forme I please to cal't a suit, I haue not beene accustomed to repulse. No sweet Sir Glorious, you may still command. And go without. But yet Sir being the first, And call'd a suit, you'll looke it shall be such As we may grant. It else denies it selfe. You heare the opinion of the Court. I No Court opinions. T'is my Ladies, though. My Lady is a Spinster, at the Law, And my petition is of right. What is it? It is for this poore learned bird. The Fly? Professour in the Inne, here, of small matters: How he commends him! As, to saue himselfe n him. So do all Politiques in their commendations. This is a State-bird, and the verier flie? Heare him problematize. Blesse vs, what's that? Or syllogize, elenchize. Sure, petard's, To blow vs vp. Some inginous strong words! He meanes to erect a castle i'the ayre, And make his flie an Elephant to carry it.