Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
I, and be honest too sometimes: have her wires, and her tires, her green gowns, and velvet petticoats. I, and ride to Ware and Rumford i'dy Coash, shed Players, be in love vit 'em; sup vit gallantsh, be drunk, and cost de noting. Brave vapours! And lie by twenty on'em, if dou pleash sweet heart. What, and be honest still, that were fine sport. Tish common, sweet heart, tou may'st do it by my hand: it shall be justified to tie husbands faish, now: tou shalt be as honesht as the skin between his hornsh, lafoy! Yes, and wear a dressing, top, and top-gallant, to compare with ere a husband on 'em all, for a foretop: it is the vapour of spirit in the wife, to cuckolded, now adays; as it is the vapour of fashion, in the husband, not to suspect. Your prying cat-eyed-citizen, is an abominable vapour. Lord, what a fool have I been! Mend than, and do ting a Lady, hereafter, never know ty husband, from another man. Nor any one man from another, but i'the dark. I, and than it is no dishgrash to know any man. Help, help here. How now? what vapour's there? O, you are a sweet Ranger! and look well to your walks. Yonder is your Punk of Turnbull, Ramping Alice, has fall'n upon the poor Gentlewoman within, and pulled her hood over her ears, and her hair through it. Help, help, i'the King's name. A mischief on you, they are such as you are, that undo us, and take our trade from us, with your tuft-taffata haunches. How now Alice! The poor common whores can ha' no traffic, for the privy rich ones; your caps and hoods of velvet, call away our customers, and lick the fat from us. Peace you foul ramping jade, you— Od's foot, you Bawd in grease, are you talking? Why, Alice, I say. Thou Sow of Smithfield, thou. Thou tripe of Turnbull. Catamountain-vapours! ha'! You know where you were tawed lately, both lashed, and slashed you were in Bridewell. I, by the same token, you rid that week, and broke out the bottom o'the Cart, Night-tub. Why, Lion face! ha'! do you know who I am? shall I tear ruff, slit waistcoat, make rags of petticoat? ha'! go to, vanish, for fear of vapours. Whit, a kick, Whit, in the parting vapour. Come brave woman, take a good heart, thou shalt be a Lady, too. Yes fait, they shall all both be Ladies, and writ Madam. I vill do't myself for dem. Do, is the vord, and D is the middle letter of Madam, D D, put 'em together, and make deeds, without which, all words are alike, la. 'Tis true, Ursula, take 'em in, open thy wardrobe, and fit 'em to their calling. Green-gowns, Crimson-petticoats, green women! my Lord Mayor's green women! guests o'the Game, true bred. I'll provide you a Coach, to take the air, in.
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I, and be honeſt too ſometimes: haue her wiers, and her tires, her greene gownes, and veluet petticoates. I, and ride to Ware and Rumford i'dy Coaſh, ſheede Players, be in loue vit 'hem; ſup vit gallantſh, be drunke, and coſt de noting. Braue vapours! And lye by twenty on'hem, if dou pleaſh ſhweet heart. What, and be honeſt ſtill, that were fine ſport. Tiſh common, ſhweet heart, tou may'ſt doe it by my hand: it ſhall be iuſtified to ty husbands faiſh, now: tou ſhalt be as honeſht as the skinne betweene his hornſh, la! Yes, and weare a dreſſing, top, and top-gallant, to compare with ere a husband on 'hem all, for a fore-top: it is the vapour of ſpirit in the wife, to cuckold, now adaies; as it is the vapour of faſhion, in the husband, not to ſuſpect. Your prying cat-eyed-citizen, is an abominable vapour. Lord, what a foole haue I beene! Mend then, and doe euery ting like a Lady, heereafter, neuer know ty husband, from another man. Nor any one man from another, but i'the darke. I, and then it iſh no diſhgraſh to know any man. Helpe, helpe here. How now? what vapour's there? O, you are a ſweet Ranger! and looke well to your walks. Yonder is your Punque of Turnbull, Ramping Ales, has falne vpon the poore Gentlewoman within, and pull'd her hood ouer her eares, and her hayre through it. Helpe, helpe, i'the Kings name. A miſchiefe on you, they are ſuch as you are, that vndoe vs, and take our trade from vs, with your tuft-taffata hanches. How now Alice! The poore common whores can ha' no traffique, for the priuy rich ones; your caps and hoods of veluet, call away our cuſtomers, and lick the fat from vs. Peace you foule ramping Iade, you— Od's foote, you Bawd in greace, are you talking? VVhy, Alice, I ſay. Thou Sow of Smithfield, thou. Thou tripe of Turnebull. Cat-a-mountaine-vapours! ha! You know where you were taw'd lately, both laſh'd, and ſlaſh'd you were in Bridewell. I, by the ſame token, you rid that weeke, and broake out the bottome o'the Cart, Night-tub. VVhy, Lyon face! ha! doe you know who I am? ſhall I teare ruffe, ſlit waſtcoat, make ragges of petticoat? ha! goe to, vaniſh, for feare of vapours. Whit, a kick, Whit, in the parting vapour. Come braue woman, take a good heart, thou ſhalt be a Lady, too. Yes fait, dey ſhal all both be Ladies, and write Madame. I vill do't my ſelfe for dem. Doe, is the vord, and D is the middle letter of Madame, D D, put 'hem together, and make deeds, without which, all words are alike, la. 'Tis true, Vrſla, take 'hem in, open thy wardrope, and fit 'hem to their calling. Greene-gownes, Crimſon-petticoats, green women! my Lord Maiors green women! gueſts o'the Game, true bred. I'le prouide you a Coach, to take the ayre, in.