Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.87 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
ay, so I will. For look you Sir, I have the several graces Of four Nations, in imitation Of the four Elements, that make a man Concur to my perfection. As how? I am in my compliment, an Italian, n my heart a Spaniard, In my disease a Frenchman, And in mine appetite an Hungarian. All these are good and commendable things In a Companion, but your subtle women Take not a man's desert on trust, they must See and feel something, what you give her now, You make her but the keeper, 'tis your own, You win her by it: I should be loath to see you Out done with Courtesies: what if some Gull, That has more land than you, should interpose it, And make eclipse between you? 'tis a fear, Therefore you must be sudden, and dispatch it, For she is ticklish as any Haggard, And quickly lost: she is very humoursome. I'll fit her then, I am as humoursome As herself, I have all the four humours. I am hot, I am cold, I am dry, and I am moist. I must be like the satire then, and leave you, If you are hot and cold. Oh you mistake me. I am not in my ambition, I am dry in my jests, I am cold in my charity, And moist in my luxury. Sir, for the Gentlewoman that is with her, Not so much in the nature of a servant, As her Companion; for 'tis the fashion Amongst your great ones, to have those wait on them As good as themselves: she is the sole daughter To a great Knight, and has an ample dowry. Apply yourself to her, though it be nothing Else but to practise Courtship, and to keep you From sleep and idleness. I shall be ruled By you in any thing. You shall not do Amiss then: what? you may get her good will: And then object it to your friends; you can Advance yourself without their counsel. Counsel; I still scorned that. Captain, a word with you: Were I not best look like a Statesman, think you? What to a woman? 'twere a solecism In nature, for you know Cupid's a boy, And would you tire him like a Senator, And put a declamation in his mouth? 'twere a mere madness in you: here they come; See what a Majesty she bears, go meet her. STand by, it is my happiness invites me. O that I could appear like Iupiter, Unto his Semele. Why, would you burn her? Yes, with my love I would; most Luculent Lady, After the late collection of my spirits, Lost in the admiration of your beauty, Let me crave pardon. Sir, for what? My boldness. I apprehend none. You must pardon me, For I am jealous of the least digression: And you may justly frown. I should be loath, To acknowledge so much from you.
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I, ſo I will. For looke you Sir, I haue the ſeuerall graces Of foure Nations, in imitation Of the foure Elements, that make a man Concure to my perfection. As how? I am in my complement, an Italian, n my heart a Spaniard, In my diſeaſe a Frenchman, And in mine appetite an Hungarian. All theſe are good and commendable things In a Companion, but your ſubtle women Take not a mans deſert on truſt, they muſt See and feele ſomething, what you giue her now, You make her but the keeper, 'tis your owne, You winne her by it: I ſhould be loath to ſee you Out done with Courteſies: what if ſome Gull, That has more land than you, ſhould interpoſe it, And make ecclipſe betweene you? 'tis a feare, Therefore you muſt be ſodaine, and diſpatch it, For ſhe is tickliſh as any Haggard, And quickly loſt: ſhe is very humourſome. I'll fit her then, I am as humourſome As her ſelfe, I haue all the foure humors. I am hot, I am cold, I am dry, and I am moyſt. I muſt be like the Satyr then, and leaue you, If you are hot and cold. Oh you miſtake me. I am ot in my ambition, I am dry in my ieſts, I am cold in my charity, And moyſt in my luxury. Sir, for the Gentlewoman that is with her, Not ſo much in the nature of a ſervant, As her Companion; for 'tis the faſhion Amongſt your great ones, to haue thoſe wait on them As good as themſelues: ſhe is the ſole daughter To a great Knight, and has an ample dowry. Apply your ſelfe to her, though it be nothing Elſe but to practiſe Courtſhip, and to keepe you From ſleepe and idleneſſe. I ſhall be rul'd By you in any thing. You ſhall not doe Amiſſe then: what? you may get her good will: And then obiect it to your friends; you can Advance your ſelfe without their counſell. Counſell; I ſtill ſcorn'd that. Captaine, a word with you: Were I not beſt looke like a Stateſman, thinke you? What to a woman? 'twere a ſoleciſme In nature, for you know Cupid's a boy, And would you tyre him like a Senator, And put a declamation in his mouth? Twere a meere madneſſe in you: here they come; See what a Maieſty ſhe beares, goe meet her. STand by, it is my happineſſe invites me. O that I could appeare like Iupiter, Vnto his Semele. Why, would you burne her? Yes, with my love I would; moſt Luculent Lady, After the late collection of my ſpirits, Loſt in the admiration of your beauty, Let me crave pardon. Sir, for what? My boldneſſe. I apprehend none. You muſt pardon me, For I am jealous of the leaſt digreſſion: And you may juſtly frowne. I ſhould be loath, To acknowledge ſo much from you.