Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.83 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Fit for a gentleman, not a slave. They only Might ask for your piveti, Spanish-coal, To burn, and sweeten a room: but the Arcana Of Lady's Cabinets— Should be elsewhere trusted. Ye are much about the truth. Sweet honoured Ladies, Let me fall in wi'you. I'ha' ' my female wit, As well as my male. And I do know what suits A Lady of spirit, or a woman of fashion! And you would have your wife such. Yes, Madam, aery, Light; not to plain dishonesty, I mean: But, somewhat o''is side. I take you, Sir. HE has reason Ladies. I'll not give this rush For any Lady, that cannot be honest Within a thread. Yes, Madam, and yet venture As far for th'other, in her Fame— As can be; Coach it to Pimlico; dance the Saraband; Hear, and talk bawdy; laugh as loud, as a alarm; Squeak, spring, do any thing. In young company, Madame. Or afore gallants. If they be brave, or Lords, A woman is engaged. I say so, Ladies', It is civility to deny us nothing. You talk of a University! why, Hell is A Grammar-schoole to this! But than, She must not loose a look on stuffs, or cloth, Madam. Nor no course fellow. She must be guided, Madam By the clothes he wears, and company he is in; Whom to salute, how far— I ha' told her this. And how that bawdry too, vpo' the point, Is (in itself) as civil a discourse— As any other affair of flesh, what ever. But she will ne'er be capable, she is not So much as coming, Madam; I know not how She loses all her opportunities With hoping to be forced. I have entertained A gentleman, a younger brother, here, Whom I would feign breed up, her Escudero, Against some expectations that I have, And she'll not countenance him. What's his name? Devil, o' Darbishire. Bless us from him! Devil? Call him Devile, sweet Madam. What you please, Ladies. De-uile's a prettier name! And sounds, me thinks, As it came in with the Conqueror— Over smocks! What things they are? That nature should be at leisure Ever to make 'hem! my wooing is at an end. What can he do? Let's hear him. Can he manage? Please you to try him, Ladies'. Stand forth, Devil. Was all this but the preface to my torment? Come, let their Ladyships see your honours. O, He makes a wicked leg. As ever I saw! Fit for a Devil. Good Madam, call him Devile. Devile, what property is there most required I' your conceit, now, in the Escudero? Why do you not speak? A settled discreet pace, Madam. I think, a barren head, Sir, Mountainlike, To be exposed to the cruelty of weathers— I, for his Valley is beneath the waste, Madam, And to be fruitful there, it is sufficient. Dullness upon you! Can not you hit this? Good Sir— He than had had no barren head. You daw him too much, in troth, Sir.
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Fit for a gentleman, not a ſlaue. They onely Might aske for your piueti, Spaniſh-cole, To burne, and ſweeten a roome: but the Arcana Of Ladies Cabinets— Should be elſe-where truſted. Yo' are much about the truth. Sweet honoured Ladies, Let mee fall in wi'you. I'ha' my female wit, As well as my male. And I doe know what ſutes A Lady of ſpirit, or a woman of faſhion! And you would haue your wife ſuch. Yes, Madame, aërie, Light; not to plaine diſhoneſty, I meane: But, ſomewhat o'this ſide. I take you, Sir. H' has reaſon Ladies. I'll not giue this ruſh For any Lady, that cannot be honeſt Within a thred. Yes, Madame, and yet venter As far for th'other, in her Fame— As can be; Coach it to Pimlico; daunce the Saraband; Heare, and talke bawdy; laugh as loud, as a larum; Squeake, ſpring, do any thing. In young company, Madame. Or afore gallants. If they be braue, or Lords, A woman is ingag'd. I ſay ſo, Ladies, It is ciuility to deny vs nothing. You talke of a Vniuerſity! why, Hell is A Grammar-ſchoole to this! But then, Shee muſt not loſe a looke on ſtuffes, or cloth, Madame. Nor no courſe fellow. She muſt be guided, Madame By the clothes he weares, and company he is in; Whom to ſalute, how farre— I ha' told her this. And how that bawdry too, vpo' the point, Is (in it ſelfe) as ciuill a diſcourſe— As any other affayre of fleſh, what euer. But ſhee will ne'r be capable, ſhee is not So much as comming, Madame; I know not how She loſes all her opportunities With hoping to be forc'd. I' haue entertain'd A gentleman, a younger brother, here, Whom I would faine breed vp, her Eſcudero, Againſt ſome expectation's that I haue, And ſhe'll not countenance him. What's his name? Diuel, o' Darbi-ſhire. Bleſſe vs from him! Diuell? Call him De-uile, ſweet Madame. What you pleaſe, Ladies. De-uile's a prettier name! And ſounds, me thinks, As it came in with the Conquerour— Ouer ſmocks! What things they are? That nature ſhould be at leaſure Euer to make 'hem! my woing is at an end. What can he do? Let's heare him. Can he manage? Pleaſe you to try him, Ladies. Stand forth, Diuell. Was all this but the preface to my torment? Come, let their Ladiſhips ſee your honours. O, Hee makes a wicked leg. As euer I ſaw! Fit for a Diuell. Good Madame, call him De-uile. De-uile, what property is there moſt required I' your conceit, now, in the Eſcudero? Why doe you not ſpeake? A ſetled diſcreet paſe, Madame. I thinke, a barren head, Sir, Mountaine-like, To be expos'd to the cruelty of weathers— I, for his Valley is beneath the waſte, Madame, And to be fruitfull there, it is ſufficient. Dulneſſe vpon you! Could not you hit this? Good Sir— He then had had no barren head. You daw him too much, in troth, Sir.