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 T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.87 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
This cannot be. Be: no, no, 'tis impossible: shall we walk sweet Lady? Will not this excite your pity, mercy shines bright in women. I have heard you Sir, And doubt not, when he comes to answer These imputations, he may quit himself. Would we were both on's but to skirmish in A saw-pit, I must cut his throat. Admit he promised love, Obliged himself by oath to her you plead for, This binds him not to undo himself for ever. Undo himself. Yes, marriage is an act, That doth concern his whole life, and in something May mar, or profit his eternity: Perhaps the Gentlewoman, since he gave His faith is fall'n from virtue. I have heard so. May be turned prostitute. ay, who'll swear for her? I must not hear her named with the suspicion Of such a stain. we do not Sir accuse her. Not absolutely. Did you but know the Creature, it would call A blush into your face, for talking thus; She has purity enough for all her sex, And this attended with so many virtues, As but to wish her more, itself were sin. This Gentleman pleads for her. Will you please to walk? Dismiss him first. Do y' hear; this Lady Is weary of your company; you have Not used me like a Gentleman, indeed Scurvily, 'tis no time nor place to expostulate, But we shall meet again; in the mean time, Return, and tell the Virgin you so magnify, I do not find myself in any humour To see her again; pray her neglect no fortune, For my sake, there be many younger brothers I'th' Town, will be content to marry her: You may resolve her what's become of me, There is no wrestling with our fate. Thou art not worth my answer. I'll not question Sir, this Gentleman's relation. You are wise. But in my confidence, he hath spoke all truth: I must desire you visit me no more. You do but jest I hope. Ingrateful man! how are poor women cozened? With what impudence couldst thou desire my favour? Go and make a satisfaction to the injured Maid, Borne the dishonour of a man. Am I awake? Or do I dream, I am made a Coxcomb thus? I am a Rascal, and deserve no mercy, For abusing that poor Gentlewoman, that sent So kindly to me; would the Messenger were here again. 'tis Master Gerard, how hath he sped? You are sad Aurelia; what on the sudden Can beget this change? Are you in health? Yes Sir. Your blood methinks Is wandering from your cheek, your eyes have lost Their lightning too, call back your smiles, and bless Him that is now your creature. Mine? excuse me if I suspect. Ha.
seed 43: T56 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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This cannot bee. Be: no, no, 'tis impossible: shall we walk sweet Lady? Will not this excite your pitty, mercy shines bright in women. I have heard you Sir, And doubt not, when hee comes to answer These imputations, hee may quit himselfe. Would wee were both on's but to skirmish in A saw-pit, I must cut his throat. Admit he promis'd love, Oblig'd himselfe by oath to her you plead for, This binds him not to undoe himselfe for ever. Vndoe himselfe. Yes, marriage is an act, That doth concerne his whole life, and in something May marre, or profit his eternity: Perhaps the Gentlewoman, since hee gave His faith is falne from vertue. I have heard so. May be turn'd prostitute. I, who'l sweare for her? I must not heare her nam'd with the suspition Of such a staine. Wee doe not Sir accuse her. Not absolutely. Did you but know the Creature, it would call A blush into your face, for talking thus; Shee has purity enough for all her sex, And this attended with so many vertues, As but to wish her more, it selfe were sinne. This Gentleman pleades for her. Will you please to walke? Dismisse him first. Doe y' heare; this Lady Is weary of your company; you have Not us'd me like a Gentleman, indeed Scurvily, tis no time nor place to expostulate, But wee shall meet agen; in the meane time, Returne, and tell the Virgin you so magnifie, I doe not finde my selfe in any humour To see her agen; pray her neglect no fortune, For my sake, there be many yonger brothers I'th Towne, will bee content to marry her: You may resolve her what's become of me, There is no wrastling with our fate. Thou art not worth my answer. Ile not question Sir, this Gentlemans relation. You are wise. But in my confidence, hee hath spoke all truth: I must desire you visit mee no more. You doe but jest I hope. Ingratefull man! how are poore women coozen'd? With what impudence couldst thou desire my favour? Goe and make a satisfaction to the injur'd Maid, Borne the dishonour of a man. Am I awake? Or doe I dreame, I am made a Coxcombe thus? I am a Raskall, and deserve no mercy, For abusing that poore Gentlewoman, that sent So kindly to me; wo'd the Messenger were here agen. Tis Master Gerard, how hath hee sped? You are sad Aurelia; what on the sudden Can beget this change? Are you in health? Yes Sir. Your blood methinkes Is wandring from your cheeke, your eyes have lost Their lightning too, call backe your smiles, and blesse Him that is now your creature. Mine? excuse me if I suspect. Ha.