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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
I was somewhat froward, I must confess, but frowardness sometime Becomes a beauty, being but a visor Put on. You'll let a Lady wear her mask, Pru. But how do I know, when her Ladyship is pleased To leave it off, except she tell me so? You might ha' known that by my looks, and language, Had you been or regardant, or observant. One woman, reads another's character, Without the tedious trouble of deciphering: If she but give her mind to't, you knew well, It could not sort with any reputation Of mine, to come in first, having stood out So long, without conditions, for mine honour. I thought you did expect none, you so jeered him, And put him off with scorn- Who, I, with scorn? I did express my love, to idolatry rather, And so am justly plagued, not understood. I swear, I thought you had dissembled, Madam, And doubt, you do so yet. Dull, stupid, wench! Stay i'thy state of ignorance still, be damned, An idiot Chambermaid! Hath all my care, My breeding thee in fashion, thy rich clothes, Honours, and titles wrought no brighter effects On thy dark soul, then thus? Well! go thy ways, Were not the tailor's wife, to be demolished, Ruined, uncased, thou shouldst be she, I vow. Why, take your spangled properties, your gown, And scarves. Pru, Pru, what dost thou mean? I will not buy this playboy's bravery, At such a price, to be upbraided for it, Thus, every minute. Take it not to heart so. The tailor's wife? There was a word of scorn! It was a word fell from me, Pru, by chance. Good madam, please to undeceive yourself, I know when words do slip, and when they are darted With all their bitterness: uncased? demolished? An idiot— Chambermaid, stupid, and dull? Be damned for ignorance? I will be so. And think I do deserve it, that, and more, Much more I do. Here comes mine Host! No crying! Good Pru. Where is my servant Lovel, Host? you ha' sent him up to bed, would, you would follow him! And make my house amends! Would you advise it? I would I could command it. My light heart Should leap till midnight. Pray thee be not sullen, I yet must ha' thy counsel. Thou shalt wear, Pru, The new gown, yet. After the tailor's wise? Come, be not angry, or grieved: I have a project. Wake Sheleenien Thomas! Is this your Heraldry? And keeping of records, to lose the main? Where is your charge? Gra chreest! Go ask, th'oracle O'the bottle, at your girdle, there you lost it: You are a sober setter of the watch. Come Fly, and legacy, the Bird o'the heart: Prime insect of the Inne, Professor, Quartermaster, As ever thou deserved'st thy daily drink, Paddling in sack, and licking i'the same, Now show thyself an implement of price, And help to raise a nap to us, out of nothing, Thou sawst 'em married?
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I was somewhat froward, I must confesse, but frowardnesse sometime Becomes a beauty, being but a visor Put on. You'l let a Lady weare her masque, Pru. But how do I know, when her Ladiship is pleas'd To leaue it off, except she tell me so? You might ha' knowne that by my lookes, and language, Had you beene or regardant, or obseruant. One woman, reads anothers character, Without the tedious trouble of deciphering: If she but giue her mind to't, you knew well, It could not sort with any reputation Of mine, to come in st, hauing stood out So long, without conditions, fr mine honor. I thought you did expect none, you so jeer'd him, And put him off with scorne- Who, I, with scorn? I did expresse my loue, to idolatry rather, And so am iustly plagu'd, not vnderstood. I sweare, I thought you had dissembled, Madam, And doubt, you do so yet. Dull, stupid, wench! Stay i'thy state of ignorance still, be damn'd, An idiot Chambermayd! Hath all my care, My breeding thee in fashion, thy rich clothes, Honours, and titles wrought no brighter effects On thy darke soule, then thus? Well! go thy waye, Were not the Tailors wife, to be demolish'd, Ruin'd, vncas'd, thou shouldst be she, I vow. Why, take your spangled properties, your gown, And scarfes. Pru, Pru, what doest thou meane? I will not buy this play-boyes brauery, At such a price, to be vpbraided for it, Thus, euery minute. Take it not to heart so. The Taylors wife? There was a word of sco It was a word fell from me, Pru, by chance. Good Madame, please to vndeceaue your selfe, I know when words do slip, and when they are darted With all their bitternesse: vncas'd? demolish't? An idiot—Chambermaid, stupid, and dull? Be damn'd for ignorance? I will be so. And thinke I doe deserue it, that, and more, Much more I do. Here comes mine Host! No crying! Good Pru. Where is my seruant Lovel, Host? Yo ha sent him vp to bed, would, you would follow him! And make my house amends! Would you aduise it? I would I could command it. My light heart Should leape till midnight. Pray thee be not llen, I yet must ha' thy counsell. Thou shalt weare, Pru, The new gowne, yet. After the Taylours wise? Come, be not angri, or grieu'd: I haue a proct. Wake Sheleen Thomas! Is this your Heraldri? And keeping of records, to loose the maine? Where is your charge? Gra hreest! Goe aske, th'oracl O'the bottle, at your girdle, there you lost it: You are a sober setter of the watch. Come Fly, and legacie, the Bird o'the heart: Prime insect of the nne, Prosessor, Quarter-master, As euer thou deserued'st thy daily drinke, Padling in sacke, and licking i'the same, Now shew thy selfe an implement of price, And helpe to raise a nap to vs, out of nothing, Thou saw'st'hem married?