Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Where? Are there any Schools for Ladies? Is there An Academy for women? I do know, For men, there was: I learned in it, myself, To make my legs, and do my postures. Sir. Do you remember the conceit you had— O' the Spanish gown, at home? Ha! I do thank thee, With all my heart, dear Ingine. Sir, there is A certain Lady, here about the Town, An English widow, who hath lately travelled, But she's called the Spaniard; cause she came Latest from thence: and keeps the Spanish habit. Such a rare woman! all our women here, That are of spirit, and fashion flock, unto her, As to their Precedent; their Law; their Canon; Moore than they ever did, to Oracle-Foreman. Such rare receipts she has, Sir, for the face; Such oils; such tinctures; such pomatums; Such perfumes; medicines; quintessences, etc. And such a Mistress of behaviour; She knows, from the Duke's daughter, to the Doxy, What is their due just: and no more! O Sir! You please me i' this, more than mine own greatness. Where is she? Let us have her. By your patience, We must use means; cast how to be acquainted— Good, Sr, about it. We must think how, first. O! I do not love to tarry for a thing, When I have a mind to it. You do not know me. If you do offer it. Your wife must sand Some pretty token to her, with a compliment, And pray to be received in her good graces, All the great Ladies do't, She shall, she shall, What were it best to be? Some little toy, I would not have it any great matter, Sir: A Diamant ring, of forty or fifty pound, Would do it handsomely: and be a gift Fit for your wife to sand, and her to take. I'll go, and tell my wife on't, straight. Why this Is well! The clothes we have now: But, where's this Lady? If we could get a witty boy, now, Engine; That were an excellent crack. I could instruct him, To the true height. For any thing takes this dotterel. Why, Sir your best will be one o' the players! Not, there's no trusting them. They'll talk on't, And tell their Poets. What if they do? the jest will brook the Stage. But, there be some of 'em Are very honest Lads. There's Dick Robinson A very pretty fellow, and comes often To a Gentleman's chamber, a friends of mine. We had The merriest supper of it there, one night, The Gentleman's Landlady invited him To'a Gossip's feast, Now, he Sir brought Dick Robinson, Dressed like a Lawyer's wife, amongst 'em all; (I lent him cloathes) but, to see him behave it; And lay the law; and carve; and drink unto 'em; And than talk bawdy: and sand frolicks! oh! It would have burst your buttons, or not left you A seam. They say he's an ingenious youth! O Sir! and dresses himself, the best! beyond Forty o' your very Ladies! did you ne'er see him?
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Where? Are there any Schooles for Ladies? Is there An Academy for women? I doe know, For men, there was: I learn'd in it, my ſelfe, To make my legges, and doe my poſtures. Sir. Doe you remember the conceipt you had— O' the Spaniſh gowne, at home? Ha! I doe thanke thee, With all my heart, deare Ingine. Sir, there is A certaine Lady, here about the Towne, An Engliſh widdow, who hath lately trauell'd, But ſhee's call'd the Spaniard; cauſe ſhe came Lateſt from thence: and keepes the Spaniſh habit. Such a rare woman! all our women heere, That are of ſpirit, and faſhion flocke, vnto her, As to their Preſident; their Law; their Canon; More then they euer did, to Oracle-Foreman. Such rare receipts ſhee has, Sir, for the face; Such oyles; ſuch tinctures; ſuch pomatumn's; Such perfumes; med'cines; quinteſſences, &c. And ſuch a Miſtreſſe of behauiour; She knowes, from the Dukes daughter, to the Doxey, What is their due iuſt: and no more! O Sir! You pleaſe me i' this, more then mine owne greatneſſe. Where is ſhee? Let vs haue her. By your patience, We muſt vſe meanes; caſt how to be acquainted— Good, Sr, about it. We muſt think how, firſt. O! I doe not loue to tarry for a thing, When I haue a mind to 't. You doe not know me. If you doe offer it. Your wife muſt ſend Some pretty token to her, with a complement, And pray to be receiu'd in her good graces, All the great Ladies do't, She ſhall, ſhe ſhall, What were it beſt to be? Some little toy, I would not haue it any great matter, Sir: A Diamant ring, of forty or fifty pound, Would doe it handſomely: and be a gift Fit for your wife to ſend, and her to take. I'll goe, and tell my wife on't, ſtreight. Why this Is well! The clothes we haue now: But, where's this Lady? If we could get a witty boy, now, Ingine; That were an excellent cracke. I could inſtruct him, To the true height. For any thing takes this dottrel. Why, Sir your beſt will be one o' the players! No, there's no truſting them. They'll talke on't, And tell their Poets. What if they doe? the ieſt will brooke the Stage. But, there be ſome of 'hem Are very honeſt Lads. There's Dicke Robinſon A very pretty fellow, and comes often To a Gentlemans chamber, a friends of mine. We had The merrieſt ſupper of it there, one night, The Gentlemans Land-lady invited him To'a Goſſips feaſt, Now, he Sir brought Dick Robinſon, Dreſt like a Lawyers wife, amongſt 'hem all; (I lent him cloathes) but, to ſee him behaue it; And lay the law; and carue; and drinke vnto 'hem; And then talke baudy: and ſend frolicks! o! It would haue burſt your buttons, or not left you A ſeame. They ſay hee's an ingenious youth! O Sir! and dreſſes himſelfe, the beſt! beyond Forty o' your very Ladies! did you ne'r ſee him?