Shirley, James · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Jan 10] (Annals) comedy · King's Revels Company (?); Prince Charles's Men (second) (?) · Salisbury Court T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.82 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Thump, I have not yet the face to speak to her, but 'Tis no matter, and I can get her father's and mother's good will. You have her mother's already. ay, ay, she's a Matron as they say, I came over her with My Knighthood, and begot a consent upon her quickly: I Perceive 'tis an advantage for a man to wear spurs, The rowel of Knighthood does jingle in the ear of their Understanding. I do wonder Sir, that you speak so well now, and Want the audacity as they say to talk to your Mistress. So do I too, but I cannot help it: I was a Gentleman Thou knowest but other day. I have yet but a few Compliments, within a while I shall get more impudence And then have at her. The father. Pray heaven you may be saved, Sir. Y'are charitable. I am come Sir to do my business. How Sir? You may imagine as they say, and so forth your Daughter is a very fine Gentlewoman, and may in due time be a Lady, For I do love her by this Mullet, there's a touch of my Heraldry. Have you acquainted her, How much you mean to honour us, how far Have you engaged her liking? Nay, I ne'er spoke to her in my life, nor do not mean in haste. How Sir? Not in haste Sir, 'twere no good manners to speak hastily to a Gentlewoman, to talk post (as they say) to his Mistress; I am resolved to have your consent first, and then. It argues your discretion; I think so, some wiser than some, faith how do y'like my face. I have seen worse in a beard, Oh, ho, I took my choice of forty, this morning. Did you so? My man knows I broke a Looking. glass into forty pieces, I am sure, and this was the best face I could find among 'Em all, look in my forehead, hast any skill in Palmistry? Not I, Sir. But this is nothing to the purpose (as they say,) Where is my beautiful Mistress, your Daughter? Which of 'em? No matter which. They are both within. Oh, 'tis well, I will not speak with her, I told you Before, but I hope I shall have your good Will. You mean to marry her. My Chaplain shall. You are witty; I hope Sir, you will give me leave (as They say) to deliberate, for after your example, I would Do nothing rashly, I will not give you my consent in Hast Sir. 'Tis wisdom, I can tarry, 'tis fit I should, commend Me to the Virgin. What, leaving us already, noble Sir? Why husband, what do y'meanmeane? no more respect To a man honourable? y'are not going Sir? Yes faith, I love to be going, I cannot abide to stand Still, Thump, take off my cloak; does my Rapier become Me? Excellent well.
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Thumpe, I have not yet the face to speake to her, but 'Tis no matter, and I can get her fathers and mothers good will. You have her mothers already. I, I, shee's a Matron as they say, I came over her with My Knight-hood, and begot a consent upon her quickly: I Perceive 'tis an advantage for a man to weare spurres, The rowell of Knight-hood does gingle in the eare of their Vnderstanding. I doe wonder Sir, that you speake so well now, and Want the audacity as they say to talke to your Mistresse. So do I too, but I cannot help it: I was a Gentleman Thou knowest but tother day. I have yet but a few Complements, within a while I shall get more impudence And then have at her. The father. Pray heaven you may besav'd, Sir. Y'are charitable. I am come Sir to doe my businesse. How Sir? You may imagine as they say, and so forth your Daughter is a very fine Gentlewoman, and may in due time be a Lady, For I doe love her by this Mullet, there's a touch of my Heraldry. Have you acquainted her, How much you meane to honour us, how farre Have you engaged her liking? Nay, I n'er spoke to her in my life, nor do not meane in hast. How Sir? Not in hast Sir, 'twere no good manners to speake hastily to a Gentlewoman, to talke post (as they say) to his Mistresse; I am resolv'd to have your consent first, and then. It argues your discretion; I think so, some wiser than some, faith how doe y'like my face. I have seene worse in a beard, Oh, ho, I tooke my choise of forty, this morning. Did you so? My man knowes I broke a Looking▪ glasse into forty pieces, I am sure, and this was the best face I could finde among 'Em all, look in my forehead, hast any skill in Palmistry? Not I, Sir. But this is nothing to the purpose (as they say,) Where is my beautifull Mistresse, your Daughter? Which of e'm? No matter which. They are both within. Oh, 'tis well, I will not speake with her, I told you Before, but I hope I shall have your good Will. You meane to marry her. My Chaplaine shall. You are witty; I hope Sir, you will give me leave (as They say) to deliberate, for after your example, I would Doe nothing rashly, I will not give you my consent in Hast Sir. 'Tis wisdome, I can tarry, 'tis fit I should, commend Me to the Virgin. What, leaving us already, noble Sir? Why husband, what doe y'meane? no more respect To a man honorable? y'are not going Sir? Yes faith, I love to be going, I cannot abide to stand Still, Thumpe, take off my cloake; does my Rapier become Me? Excellent well.