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 0.89 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Lady, you have those fair additions Of wealth, and parentage, joined to your virtues, That I may justly suspect your disdain: But by my hopes, I do not court your fortunes, But you. Believe me, no deserving man Shall be the less esteemed for that, where I find Ability to govern, what I bring him. 'tis that I value: things that are without me, I count them not my own. 'tis a speech Lady, Worthy an Empress. I am a made man, Since you have cleared the heaven of your brow: Now by that light I swear, a brighter day Ne broke upon me. Sir, I hope this Lady Shall have no cause to repent your admittance. Sir, for my part, since virtue is my guard, I do not only keep my doors still open, But my breast ●o●, for Gentlemen of merit. Now by this air, that does report your voice With a sound more than mortal: by your fair eyes, And as I hope to be enrolled your servant, I honour the meanest stitch in your garment. I would not wish you place your love upon A thing so mean, so likely to be cast off. O divine counsel! that so rare a beauty Should mix with wisdom: these words are not lost. I am your slave for ever. I'll go hire Six Poets to sing your praise, and I myself Will be the seventh to make up the consort. You see your friend there, Mr Trimalchio Is like to speed, and fairly on his way too much happiness. I would not willingly That any should miscarry in a plot That I have a hand in: you must be sudden I told you, it you mean to be a favourite To fortune, and your Mistress, and be bold. If I had spoke to her, the brunt were passed. I then the ye were broke; now she makes towards you, 'tis the best time, let no occasion slip, Lady advance the pinnacle of your thoughts, And enlarge the quadrangle of your heart, To entertain a man of men. A man Of means, sweet Lady, that I can assure you. he's so much the more welcome, I assure you, You are welcome by this means, do you mark that? Some 3000. a year or thereabouts. Alas I value it not, 'twill serve to trifle In pins, and gloves, and toys, and banquets. 'Tis much. One of so tender years, should step so soon Into the world. Indeed the spring of my courtship Has been somewhat backward: but I will strive To redeem it; I have some seeds a growing, Shall make m'ere long, spread like a Gentleman, And you shall say so too. I do believe it. Nay where you do or no, 'tis no great matter. Be not Capricious. My name's Capritio. There be in Town of the capriccioes, Came from our house, that shall approve it so.
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Lady, you have thoſe faire additions Of wealth, and parentage, joyn'd to your vertues, That I may juſtly ſuſpect your diſdaine: But by my hopes, I doe not court your fortunes, But you. Beleeve me, no deſerving man Shall be the leſſe eſteem'd for that, where I finde Ability to governe, what I bring him. Tis that I valew: things that are without me, I count them not my owne. Tis a ſpeech Lady, Worthy an Empreſſe. I am a made man, Since you have cleer'd the heaven of your brow: Now by that light I ſweare, a brighter day Ne broke upon me. Sir, I hope this Lady Shall have no cauſe to repent your admittance. Sir, for my part, ſnce vertue is my guard, I doe not onely keepe my doors ſtl open, Bu breaſt o, fo Gentlemen of merit. Now by this ayre, that does report your voice With a ſound more then mortall: by your faire eyes, And as I hope to be enrold your ſervant, I honour the meaneſt ſtitch in your garment. I would not wiſh you place your love upon A thing ſo meane, ſo likely to be caſt off. O divine counſell! that ſo rare a beauty Should mixe with wiſedome: theſe words are not loſt. I am your ſlave for ever. I'll goe hire Six Poets to ſing your praiſe, and I my ſelfe Will be the ſeventh to make up the conſort. You ſee your friend there, Mr Trimalchio Is like to ſpeed, and fairely on his way To much happineſſe. I would not willingly That any ſhould miſcarrie in a plot That I have a hand in: you muſt be ſodaine I told you, it you meane to be a favourite To fortune, and your Miſtris, and be bold. If I had ſpoke to her, the brunt were paſt. I then the yee were broke; now ſhe makes towards you, Tis the beſt time, let no occaſion ſlip, Lady advance the pnnacle of your thoughts, And enlarge the quadrangle of your heart, To entertaine a man of men. A man Of meanes, ſweet Lady, that I can aſſure you. Hee's ſo much the more welcome, I aſſure you, You are welcome by this meanes, doe you mark that? Some 3000. a yeare or thereabouts. Alas I value it not, 'twill ſerue to trifle In pinnes, and gloves, and toies, and banquets. 'Tis much. One of ſo tender yeares, ſhould ſtep ſo ſoone Into the world. Indeed the ſpring of my courtſhip Has beene ſomewhat backward: but I will ſtriue To redeeme it; I haue ſome ſeeds a growing, Shall make m'ere long, ſpread like a Gentleman, And you ſhall ſay ſo too. I doe beleeue it. Nay where you doe or no, 'tis no great matter. Be not Capritious. My name's Capritio. There be in Towne of the Capritio's, Came from our houſe, that ſhall approve it ſo.