Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 515 words
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I warrant you, that I'll make him in time, A perfect cavaliero: he shall wear His clothes as well, and smell as rank as they, And court his Mistress, and talk idly: that's As much as can be required in a true Gallant, T'approve him one: nay more too, he shall dance And do the half Pomado, play at Gleek, And promise more than ere he will perform, And ne'er part with a penny to a Tradesman Till he has beat him for't: shall walk the streets As gingerly, as if he feared to hurt The ground he went on, whilst his cast down eye Holds commerce with his leg: shall utter nothing whate'er he thinks, yet swear't whate'er it be. Nay more, he shall vow love to all he sees, And damn himself to make them believe it. Shall fawn on all men, yet let his friend perish, For what he spends in one day on his Punk, For Coach hire: these are special properties, And must be often practised, to remember, He shall never rise till it be ten o'clock, And so be ready against dinner time. 'Slight and my father had not been an Ass, I might have been able to have writ this down. Pray let me hear how he has profited. Salute these Ladies as you were instructed. You must conceive the coldness of his courtship, As yet points but one way; you may suppose it To his disdainful Mistress, when he shall come to The Cape de bone speranza of her love, He may vary like the compass of his compliment. Lady, the Fates have led me to your service, To know myself unworthy of your favours. Yet let me so far win upon your bounty, That what I utter in humility, May not cause my contempt, or have my love Shaked off, because 'tis ripe, but let me hang by The stalk of your mercy, the remnant of whose life Lies in your power. Your oath now to confirm it, If she should chance to doubt, or press you to it. That's true indeed. By the structure of your breasts, And by the silken knot that ties your hair Upon the top of your crown, I protest it. If he can persevere, 'tis excellent. Where be these noble Ladies? Sir you are come in the most happy hour, I was wishing for you. I am in haste, And only come to see you: there's a banquet Stands ready on the table, and the Lords Swear they will not sit down, until I come. You still are in such haste, when you come hither. I think I must retire myself, I am So sued and sought to, where I come, I am grown Even weary of their loves: Last night at a Masque, When none could be admitted. I was led in By the hand, by a great Lord, that shall be nameless, And now this morning early, in his Chamber, A Fencer would needs play with me at foils, I hit him in three places, and disarmed him.
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I warrant you, that I'll make him in time, A perfect Caveleiro: he ſhall weare His clothes as well, and ſmell as ranke as they, And court his Miſtris, and talke idlely: that's As much as can be required in a true Gallant, T'approue him one: nay more too, he ſhall dance And doe the halfe Pomado, play at Gleeke, And promiſe more than ere he will performe, And nere part with a penny to a Trades-man Til he has beat him for't: ſhall walke the ſtreets As gingerly, as if he fear'd to hurt The ground he went on, whilſt his caſt downe eye Holds commerce with his legge: ſhall utter nothing What ere he thinkes, yet ſweare't what ere it be. Nay more, he ſhall vow love to all he ſees, And damne himſelfe to make them beleeue it. Shall fawne on all men, yet let his friend periſh, For what he ſpends in one day on his Punke, For Coach hire: theſe are ſpeciall properties, And muſt be often practis'd, to remember, He ſhall neuer riſe till it be ten a clocke, And ſo be ready againſt dinner time. 'Slight and my father had not bin an Aſſe, I might haue beene able to haue writ this downe. Pray let me heare how he has profited. Salute theſe Ladies as you were inſtructed. You muſt conceiue the coldneſſe of his courtſhip, As yet points but one way; you may ſuppoſe it To his diſdainfull Miſtris, when he ſhall come to The Cape de bone ſperanza of her loue, He may vary like the compaſſe of his complement. Lady, the Fates have led me to your ſervice, To know my ſelfe vnworthy of your favours. Yet let me ſo farre winne upon your bountie, That what I utter in humilitie, May not cauſe my contempt, or have my loue Shak'd off, becauſe tis ripe, but let me hang by The ſtalke of your mercie, the remnant of whoſe life Lies in your power. Your oath now to confirme it, If ſhe ſhould chance to doubt, or preſſe you to it. That's true indeed. By the ſtructure of your breaſts, And by the ſiken knot that tyes your haire Vpon the top of your crowne, I proteſt it. If he can perſevere, tis excellent. Where be theſe noble Ladies? Sir you are come in the moſt happy houre, I was wiſhing for you. I am in haſte, And onely come to ſee you: there's a banquet Stands ready on the table, and the Lords Sweare they will not ſit downe, untill I come. You ſtil are in ſuch haſt, when you come hither. I thinke I muſt retire my ſelfe, I am So ſued and ſought to, where I come, I am growne Even weary of their loves: Laſt night at a Maſque, When none could be admitted. I was led in By the hand, by a great Lord, that ſhall be nameleſſe, And now this morning early, in his Chamber, A Fencer would needs play with me at foyles, I hit him in three places, and diſarm'd him.