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 unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I know y'ave heard wherein consists my excellence. You are a Prince in Poetry, & please your Excellence. The phrase in Latin's modest, use no reverence, To tell you true, you are a friend, I am upon a Mask— That made you ask if I could dance. 'Tis right, and you should do me honour To lend your person to it, but I would Have it this night, before my Mistress, whose Mention perfumed your lips so late. Sweet language! wi' your favour, Mr. Caperwit, who are the Principal Maskers? Faith I have none yet, Beside myself, but a foolish Knight, one Sir Gervace, And's Lady, I want persons. Let me furnish you. And tie my everlasting friendship to you. They shall be of quality, most of your acquaintance: What if Aurelia be one? she loves you, I ha' discovered that; I know she'll do't, Her Sister for another, and myself, Frank Gerard and Iack Yongrave, with his Mistress. The number I desire. I know your lodging, say no more, I'll bring 'em, This afternoon to practise, we may soon Perfect a dance. Shall I trust to you? Here's my hand. I kiss it. I may give you a hint perhaps for the device too. I have no other gratitude but this, Live but a week, I'll send you an Ode; or die, I'll write your Epitaph. I have no purpose to put your Muse To such expense. Farewell Phantasma. Have I not been tedious? I told my sister all, and she is gone To Mr. Gerard, if their meeting prosper, I have directed where to find us. Excellent, come, let's away, A thousand joys expect us. I once believed women were full of pity, Of soft and gentle constitutions: But I have found 'em cruel: for Aurelia, One of the best of all her sex, doth own A hard and tyrannous nature. Sir, 'tis done. I prithee let it be undone, as I am. The Song, I gave to be taught Music? I'll hear't anon: I prithee go— Whither? To Prison. How Sir? Yes, and ask when are the Sessions. They are every month. I would 'twere execution day tomorrow. Why, with your pardon, do you wish it, Sir? I would entreat the Surgeons to beg Some Woman for Anatomy, nothing else: I have heard their Lectures very much commended, And I'd be present when they read upon Her heart: for sure there is much difference Between a Woman and a Man, in that Same thing we call a heart, they do not love As we do; we are fools, indeed we are, To dote so much upon 'em, and betray The glory of our creation, to serve A female pride; we were borne free, and had From the great Maker Royal privilege, Most brave immunities: but since have made Tame forfeit of our Charter. Let me see't, It is the same, first read it, reach the chair: 'tis yet no Song, infuse a soul into it.
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I know y'ave heard wherein consists my excellence. You are a Prince in Poetry, & please your Excellence. The phrase in Latine's modest, use no reverence, To tell you true, you are a friend, I am upon a Maske— That made you aske if I could dance. 'Tis right, and you should doe me honour To lend your person to it, but I wo'd Have it this night, before my Mistris, whose Mention perfum'd your lips so late. Sweet language! Wy' your favour, Mr. Caperwit, who are the Principall Maskers? Faith I have none yet, Beside my selfe, but a foolish Knight, one Sir Gervace, And's Lady, I want persons. Let me furnish you. And tye my everlasting friendship to you. They shall be of quality, most of your acquaintance▪ What if Aurelia be one? she loves you, I ha' discovered that; I know shee'l do't, Her Sister for another, and my selfe, Frank Gerard and Iack Yongrave, with his Mistris. The number I desire. I know your lodging, say no more, Ile bring 'em, This afternoone to practise, we may soone Perfect a dance. Shall I trust to you? Here's my hand. I kisse it. I may give you a hint perhaps for the device too. I have no other gratitude but this, Live but a weeke, Ile send you an Ode; or dye, Ile write your Epitaph. I have no purpose to put your Muse To such expence. Farewell Phantasma. Have I not beene tedious? I told my sister all, and she is gone To Mr. Gerard, if their meeting prosper, I have directed where to find us. Excellent, come, let's away, A thousand joyes expect us. I once beleev'd women were full of pitty, Of soft and gentle constitutions: But I have found 'em cruell: for Aurelia, One of the best of all her sex, doth owne A hard and tyrannous nature. Sir, tis done. I prethee let it be vndone, as I am. The Song, I gave to be taught Musicke? Ile hear't anon: I prethee goe — Whither? To Prison. How Sir? Yes, and aske when are the Sessions. They are every moneth. I would 'twere execution day to morrow. Why, with your pardon, doe you wish it, Sir? I would intreat the Surgeons to beg Some Woman for Anatomy, nothing else: I have heard their Lectures very much commended, And I'd be present when they read upon Her heart: for sure there is much difference Betweene a Woman and a Man, in that Same thing we call a heart, they doe not love As we doe; we are fooles, indeed we are, To dote so much upon 'em, and betray The glory of our creation, to serve A female pride; we were borne free, and had From the great Maker Royall priviledge, Most brave immunities: but since have made Tame forfeit of our Charter. Let me see't, It is the same, first read it, reach the chaire: Tis yet no Song, infuse a soule into it.