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 · 489 words
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Spoke, like a fine fellow! I would thou wert one; I'd not then deny thee: But, thank thy Lady. To them Host. Madam, I must crave you To afford a Lady a visit, would excuse Some harshness o'the house, you have received From the brute guests. This's a fine old man! I'd go with him an' he were a little finer! Stu. You may sweet heart, it is mine Host. mine Host! Yes madame, I must bid you welcome. Do then. But do not stay. I'll be advised by you, yes! What more than Thracian Barbarism was this! The battle o'the centaurs, with the Lapithes! There is no taming o'the Monster drink. But what a glorious beast our Tipto showed! He would not discompose himself, the Don! Your Spaniard, near, doth discompose himself. Yet, how he talked, and roared i'the beginning! And ran as fast, as a knocked marrowbone. So they did all at last, when Lovel went down, And chased 'em 'bout the Court. For all's Don Lewis! Or fencing after Euclid! I ne'er saw A lightning shoot so, as my servant did, His rapier was a Meteor, and he waved it Over 'em, like a Comet! as they fled him! I marked his manhood! every stoop he made Was like an Eagles, at a flight of Cranes! (As I have read somewhere.) Bravely expressed: And like a Lover! Of his valour, I am! He seemed a body, rarified, to air! Or that his sword, and arm were of a piece, They went together so! Here, comes the Lady. A bouncing bonaroba! as the Fly said. She is some Giantess! I'll stand off, For fear she swallow me. Is not this our Gown, Pru? That I bespoke of Stuffe? It is the fashion! ay, and the Silk! Feel, sure it is the same! And the same Petticoat, lace, and all! I'll swear it. How came it hither? make a bill of inquiry. Yo'haue a fine suit on, Madam! and a rich one! And of a curious making! And a new! As new, as Day. She answers like a fishwife. I put it on, since Noon, I do assure you, Who is your tailor? Pray you, your fashioner's name. My Fashioner is a certain man o' mine own, He is i'the house: no matter for his name. O, but to satisfy this bevy of Ladies: Of which a brace, here, longed to bid you welcome He's one, in truth, I title my Protection: Bid him come up. Our new lady's Protection! What is your ladyship's style? Countess Pinnaccia. Countess Pinnacia's man, come to your Lady, Your ladyship's tailor! mass, Stuff! How Stuffe? He the Protection! Stuff looks like a remnant. I am undone, discovered! 'tis the suit, madam, Now, without scruple! and this, some device To bring it home with. Why, upon your knees? Is this your Lady Godmother? Mum, Pinnacia. It is the Lady Frampul: my best customer.
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Spoke, like a fine fellow! I would thou wert one; I'de not then deny thee: But, thank thy Lady. —To them Host. Madam, I must craue you To afford a Lady a visit, would excuse Some harshnesse o'the house, you haue receiu'd From the brute ghests. This's a fine old man! I'ld goe with him an' he were a little finer! Stu You may sweet heart, it is mine Host. mine Host! Yes madame, I must bid you welcom. Do then. But doe not stay. I'le be aduil'd by you, yes! What more then Thracian Barbarisme was this! The battayle o'the Centaures, with the Lapithes! There is no taming o'the Monster drinke. But what a glorious beast our Tipto shew'd! He would not discompose himselfe, the Don! Your Spaniard, nere, doth discompose himselfe. Yet, how he talkt, and ror'd i'the beginning! And ran as fast, as a knock'd Marro'bone. So they did all at last, when Lovel went downe, And chas'd hem bout the Court. For all's Don Lewis! Or fencing after Euclide! I nere saw A lightning shoot so, as my seruant did, His rapier was a Meteor, and he wau'd it Ouer 'hem, like a Comet! as they fled him! I mark'd his manhood! euery stoope he made Was like an Eagles, at a flight of Cranes! (As I haue read somewhere.) Brauely exprest: And like a Louer! Of his valour, I am! He seem'd a body, rarifi'd, to ayre! Or that his sword, and arme were of a peece, They went together so! Here, comes the Lady. A bouncing Bona-roba! as the Flie sayd. She is some Giantesse! Ile stand off, For feare she swallow me. Is not this our Gown, Pru? That I bespoke of Stuffe? It is the fashion! I, and the Silke! Feele, sure it is the same! And the same Peticote, lace, and all! Ile sweare it. How came it hither? make a bill of inquiry. Yo'haue a fine sute on, Madam! and a rich one! And of a curious making! And a new! As new, as Day. She answers like a fish-wife. I put it on, since Noone, I doe assure you, Who is your Taylor? 'Pray you, your Fashioners name. My Fashioner is a certaine man o' mine owne, He' is i'the house: no matter for his name. O, but to satisfie this beuy of Ladies: Of which a brace, here, long'd to bid you well-come He's one, in truth, I title my Protection: Bid him come vp. Our new Ladies Protection! What is your Ladiships stile? Countesse Pinnaccia. Countesse Pinnacias man, come to your Lady, Your Ladiships Taylor! mas, Stuffe! How Stuffe? He the Protection! Stuffe lookes like a remnant. I am vndone, discouerd! Tis the suit, Madame, Now, without scruple! and this, some deuise To bring it home with. Why, vpon your knees? Is this your Lady Godmother? Mm, Pinnacia. It is the Lady Frampol: my best customer.