Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.90 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
What help then? the poor Gentleman must suffer, Good Trimalchio: 'tis his fate. I am thinking, What I shall do with him, when I am married. What do other women do with their husbands? Bring him up in obedience, make him besides An implement to save your reputation. Let him not press into your company Without permission, you must pretend, You are ashamed of him. Let him not eat, Nor lie with you, unless he pay the hire Of a new gown, or petticoat: live with him, As if you were his neighbour, only near him, In that you hate his friends: and when you please. To show the power you carry over him, Send him before on foot, and you come after With your coach and four horses. 'tis fitting so Host now what piece of motion have we here Would you speak with anybody? My business, Is to the Lady Millescent. What's your will? Are you that Lady? Yes, my name is so. To you then I direct my apology. It seems your eye with approbation, Has glanced upon my person. I protest I never was so dull in the construction Of any Lady's favour in my life: I am ashamed of my error. In what, sir? I can not call to mind that ere I saw you. You have been still too modest to conceal it. That was not my fault: you did ill to strive To hide the flames of love, they must have vent: 'tis not the walls of flesh can hold them in. What riddles have we here? that I should love you? I would not have you think so well of yourself. Perhaps he has some petition to deliver, Or would desire your letter to some Lord. I know not how, sure I was stupified, I have ere now guessed at a Lady's mind, Only by the warbling of her Lutestring, Kissing her hand, or wagging of her feather, And suffer you to pine for my embraces, And not conceive it? Pray be pacified. This fellow will persuade me, I am in love. Lady, you have took notice of my worth Let it not repent you. Be not stubborn Towards your happiness. You have endured Too much already for my sake, you shall see, Pity can melt my heart. I take no delight, To have a Lady languish for my lioe. I am not made of flint as you suspect me. I would thou wert converted to a pillar, For a memorial of this impudence. You shall know what 'tis to tempt me hereafter, When I shall let you perish for your folly. I came to remunerate the courtesy, I received from your Ladyship. I know of none. I must acknowledge myself bound to you For what? Your Letter to the justice, Lady, It freed me from the pounces of those varlets, When I was under the gripe of the Law. I know, the only motive was your love.
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What helpe then? the poore Gentleman muſt ſuffer, Good Trimalchio: tis his fate. I am thinking, What I ſhall do with him, when I am marryed. What do other women do with their huſbands? Bring him vp in obedience, make him beſides An implement to ſaue your reputation. Let him not preſſe into your company Without permiſſion, you muſt pretend, You are aſham'd of him. Let him not eate, Nor lye with you, vnleſſe he pay the hire Of a new gowne, or petticote: liue with him, As if you were his neighbour, onely neere him, In that you hate his friends: and when you pleaſe. To ſhew the power you carry ouer him, Send him before on foot, and you come after With your coach and foure horſes. Tis fitting ſo Hoſt now what peece of motion haue wee heere Would you ſpeake with any body? My buſineſſe, Is to the Lady Milleſcent. Whats your will? Are you that Lady? Yes, my name is ſo. To you then I derect m apologie. It ſeemes your eye with approbation, Has glanc'd vpon my perſon. I proteſt I neuer was ſo dull in the conſtruction Of any Ladyes fauour in my life: I am aſham'd of my error. In what, ſir? I can not call to mind that ere I ſaw you. You haue beene ſtill too modeſt to conceale it. That was not my fault: you did ill to ſtriue To hide the flames of loue, they muſt haue vent: Tis not the walls of fleſh can hold them in. What riddles haue we heere? that I ſhould loue you? I would not haue you thinke ſo wel of your ſelfe. Perhaps hee has ſome petition to deliuer, Or would deſire your letter to ſome Lord. I know not how, ſure I was ſtupifyed, I haue ere now gheſt at a Ladyes mind, Only by the warbling of her Luteſtring, Kiſſing her hand, or wagging of her feather, And ſuffer you to pine for my imbraces, And not conceiue it? Pray bee pacified. This fellow will perſwade me, I am in loue. Lady, you haue tooke notice of my worth Let it not repent you. Bee not ſtubborne Towards your happineſſe. You haue endur'd Too much already for my ſake, you ſhall ſee, Pitty can melt my heart. I take no delight, To haue a Lady languiſh for my lioe. I am not made of flint as you ſuſpect mee. I would thou wert conuerted to a pillar, For a memoriall of this impudence. You ſhall know what tis to tempt me heereafter, When I ſhall let you periſh for your folly. I came to remunerate the curteſie, I receiu'd from your Ladiſhip. I know of none. I muſt acknowledge my ſelfe bound to you For what? Your Letter to the Iuſtice, Lady, It freed me from the pounces of thoſe varlets, When I was vnder the gripe of the Law. I know, the onely motiue was your loue.