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 0.82 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Hold your hands. I'll have no blood a prologue to my wedding. Nay then have at you. Hold me not, I say I am as fierce as he. be pacified. I thought you had been both bound to the peace. Lady, it seems, that these two Gentlemen Do stand in competition for your love. Mr. Trimalchio, I confess, has been A former suitor, but with his ill carriage, He has thus long prevented his good fortune. Then let me make a motion. What is it? Will they both stand to it? I agree. And I. Then let the Lady dispose of herself. she is mine already. I am sure to her, Before a justice. I will have no woman, Against her will. No sir, nor you shall not, Since you are so peremptory, on your words then That he shall sing a Palinodium, And recant his ill courses, I assume My Love Trimalehio. Do we take, or are we taken? Nay, we do take. Who's that, Capritio? where have you been? Come your ways forth, and lay hands on the spoil. Go lead away that Lady by the hand. Now you may take occasion by the foretop, Advance your own predominant the better, And march away, Come, let us to the Church. And what must I do now? be laughed at? Would you Hazard yourself, for one that cares not for you? You may be glad you 'scaped. Recall yourself. Were not you formerly engaged? No, never. Not to mistress Quartilla? Faith we have toyed In jest sometime. Let it be now in earnest. Make her amends. I know she loves you. Well. I will have her, and stand up for my portion, With the rest of my tribe. Stay here a little, they are gone to Church, And will return in couples. First, Trimalchio, That Giant in conceit, thinks he is matched To some great heir, but shall embrace a cloud In stead of Iuno. Then her waiting woman, Her Iris, reflects upon Capritio, And for my piece of fragmentary Courtship, My Miscellany Gentleman, 'tis his lot To be cast upon Quartilla with Agurtes In his old justiceship. All these march together, Like the seven deadly sins, and behind them, Comes Autolicus, the clerk of the company. Look you sir, here they come. Make room, methinks You should not stop the course of justice so. My Lord Philantus, you are welcome from The Wars, and I from the Church. I wonder Who makes the better return, you have got Honour, and so have I. But where's your wealth? I can embrace five thousand pounds, a year. That's nothing with you, I have no more wit, Than to be pied by pimps, and marry whores, Yet I mean shortly to rank with your honour. Here is my warrant, I have promised her, To make her a Countess, but that's nothing with you, Nay, more than this I can go on, and leave Some advancement: behind me. Ecce signum,
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Hold your hands. I'll haue no bloud a prologue to my wedding. Nay then haue at you. Hold mee not, I ſay I am as fierce as hee. Bee pacified. I thought you had beene both bound to the peace. Lady, it ſeemes, that theſe two Gentlemen Do ſtand in competition for your loue. Mr. Trimalchio, I confeſſe, has beene A former ſuitor, but with his ill carriage, He has thus long preuented his good fortune. Then let mee make a motion. What is it? Will they both ſtand to it? I agree. And I. Then let the Lady diſpoſe of her ſelfe. Shee is mine already. I am ſure to her, Before a Iuſtice. I will haue no woman, Againſt her will. No ſir, nor you ſhall not, Since you are ſo peremptory, on your words then That hee ſhall ſing a Palinodium, And recant his ill courſes, I aſſume My Loue Trimalehio. Do wee take, or are we taken? Nay, wee do take. Who's that, Capritio? where haue you beene? Come your wayes forth, and lay hands on the ſpoyle. Goe lead away that Lady by the hand. Now you may take occaſion by the foretop, Aduance your owne predominant the better, And march away, Come, let vs to the Church. And what muſt I do now? bee laught at? Would you Hazard your ſelfe, for one that cares not for you? You may be glad you ſcap't. Recall your ſelfe. Were not you formerly engagd? No, neuer. Not to miſtris Quartilla? Fayth we haue toy'd In ieſt ſometime. Let it bee now in earneſt. Make her amends. I know ſhee loues you. Well. I will haue her, and ſtand vp for my portion, With the reſt of my tribe. Stay heere a little, they are gone to Church, And will returne in couples. Firſt, Trimalchio, That Gyant in conceit, thinkes he is macht To ſome great heire, but ſhall imbrace a cloud In ſtead of Iuno. Then her waiting woman, Her Iris, reflects vpon Capritio, And for my piece of fragmentary Courtſhip, My Miſcellany Gentleman, 'tis his lot To bee caſt vpon Quartilla with Agurtes In his old Iuſticeſhip. All theſe march together, Like the ſeuen deadly ſinnes, and behind them, Comes Antolicus, the clarke of the company. Looke you ſir, here they come. Make roome, me thinkes You ſhould not ſtop the courſe of Iuſtice ſo. My Lord Philantus, you are welcome from The Warres, and I from the Church. I wonder Who makes the better returne, you haue got Honour, and ſo haue I. But wher's your wealth? I can imbrace fiue thouſand pounds, a yeere. That's nothing with you, I haue no more wit, Then to be pi'd by pimpes, and marry whoores, Yet I meane ſhortly to ranke with your honour. Here is my warrant, I haue promiſd her, To make her a Counteſſe, but thats nothing with you, Nay, more then this I can goe on, and leaue Some aduancement: behind me. Ecce ſignum,