Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.85 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
If it were not clearly, His worshipful ambition; and the top of it; The very forked top too: why should he Keep you, thus mured up in a backroom, Mistress, Allow you ne'er a casement to the street, Fear of engendering by the eyes, with gallants, Forbidden you paper, pen and ink, like Ratsbane. Search your half pint of muscatel, jest a letter Be sunk i' the pot: and hold your newlaid egg Against the fire, jest any charm be writ there? Will you make benefit of truth, dear Mistress, If I do tell it you: I do't not often? I am set over you, employed, indeed, To watch your steps, your looks, your very breathe, And to report them to him. Now, if you Will be a true, right, delicate sweet Mistress, Why, we will make a Cokes of this Wise Master, We will, my Mistress, an absolute fine Cokes, And mock, to air, all the deep diligences Of such a solemn, and effectual Ass, An Ass to so good purpose, as we'll use him. I will contrive it so, that you shall go To Plays, to Masques, to Meetings, and to Feasts. For, why is all this Rigging, and fine Tackle, Mistress, If you neat handsome vessels, of good sail, Put not forth ever, and anon, with your nets Abroad into the world. It is your fishing. There, you shall choose your friends, your servants, Lady, Your squires of honour; I'll convey your letters, Fetch answers, do you all the offices, That can belong to your blood, and beauty. And, For the variety, at my times, although I am not in due symmetry, the man Of that proportion; or in rule Of physic, of the just complexion; Or of that truth of Picardill, in clothes, To boast a sovereignty o'er Ladies: yet I know, to do my turns, sweet Mistress. Come, kiss— How now! Dear delicate Mist. I am your slave, Your little worm, that loves you: your fine Monkey; Your Dog, your Iacke, your Pug, that longs to be Styled, o'your pleasures. Hear you all this? Sir, Pray you, Come from your standing, do, a little, spare Yourself, Sir, from your watch, t'applaud your Squire, That so well follows your instructions! HOw now, sweet heart? what's the matter? Good! You are a stranger to the plot! you set not Your saucy Devil, here, to tempt your wife, With all the insolent uncivil language, Or action, he could vent? Did you so, Devil? Not you? you were not planted i' your hole to hear him, Vpo' the stairs? or here, behind the hang? I do not know your qualities? he durst do it, And you not give directions? You shall see, wife, Whether he durst, or no: and what it was, I did direct. Sweet Mistress, are you mad? You most mere Rogue! you open manifest Villain! You Fiend apparent you! you declared Hellhound! Good Sr.
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If it were not clearely, His worſhipfull ambition; and the top of it; The very forked top too: why ſhould hee Keepe you, thus mur'd vp in a back-roome, Miſtreſſe, Allow you ne'r a caſement to the ſtreete, Feare of engendering by the eyes, with gallants, Forbid you paper, pen and inke, like Rats-bane. Search your halfe pint of muſcatell, leſt a letter Be ſuncke i' the pot: and hold your new-laid egge Againſt the fire, leſt any charme be writ there? Will you make benefit of truth, deare Miſtreſſe, If I doe tell it you: I do't not often? I am ſet ouer you, imploy'd, indeed, To watch your ſteps, your lookes, your very breathings, And to report them to him. Now, if you Will be a true, right, delicate ſweete Miſtreſſe, Why, wee will make a Cokes of this Wiſe Maſter, We will, my Miſtreſſe, an abſolute fine Cokes, And mock, to ayre, all the deepe diligences Of ſuch a ſolemne, and effectuall Aſſe, An Aſſe to ſo good purpoſe, as wee'll vſe him. I will contriue it ſo, that you ſhall goe To Playes, to Maſques, to Meetings, and to Feaſts. For, why is all this Rigging, and fine Tackle, Miſtris, If you neat handſome veſſells, of good ſayle, Put not forth euer, and anon, with your nets Abroad into the world. It is your fiſhing. There, you ſhal chooſe your friends, your ſeruants, Lady, Your ſquires of honour; I'le conuey your letters, Fetch anſwers, doe you all the offices, That can belong to your bloud, and beauty. And, For the variety, at my times, although I am not in due ſymmetrie, the man Of that proportion; or in rule Of phyſicke, of the iuſt complexion; Or of that truth of Picardill, in clothes, To boaſt a ſoueraignty o're Ladies: yet I know, to do my turnes, ſweet Miſtreſſe. Come, kiſſe— How now! Deare delicate Miſt. I am your ſlaue, Your little worme, that loues you: your fine Monkey; Your Dogge, your Iacke, your Pug, that longs to be Stil'd, o'your pleaſures. Heare you all this? Sir, Pray you, Come from your ſtanding, doe, a little, ſpare Your ſelfe, Sir, from your watch, t'applaud your Squire, That ſo well followes your inſtructions! HOw now, ſweet heart? what's the matter? Good! You are a ſtranger to the plot! you ſet not Your ſaucy Diuell, here, to tempt your wife, With all the inſolent vnciuill language, Or action, he could vent? Did you ſo, Diuell? Not you? you were not planted i' your hole to heare him, Vpo' the ſtayres? or here, behinde the hangings? I doe not know your qualities? he durſt doe it, And you not giue directions? You ſhall ſee, wife, Whether he durſt, or no: and what it was, I did direct. Sweet Miſtreſſe, are you mad? You moſt mere Rogue! you open manifeſt Villaine! You Feind apparant you! you declar'd Hel-hound! Good Sr.