Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
This pretty rag about your neck shows well, And being course and little worth, it speaks you, As terrible as thrifty. Madam. Yes. And this strong belt in which you hang your honour Will outlast twenty scarfs. What mean you, Lady? And all else about you Cap a poe, So uniform in spite of handsomeness, Shows such a bold contempt of comeliness, That 'tis not strange your Laundress in the League, Grew mad with love of you. Is my free counsel. Answered with this ridiculous scorn? These objects Stole very much of my attention from me, Yet something I remember, to speak truth, Deceived gravely, but to little purpose, That almost would have made me swear, some Curate Had stolen into the person of Romont, And in the praise of good wife honesty, Had read an homely. By thy hand. And sword, I will make up your oath, 'twill want weight else. You are angry with me, and poor I laugh at it. Do you come from the Camp, which affords only The conversation of cast suburb whores, To set down to a Lady of my rank, Limits of entertainment? Sure a Legion has possessed this woman. One stamp more would do well: yet I desire not You should grow horn-mad, till you have a wife. You are come to warm meat, and perhaps clean linen Feed, wear it, and be thankful. For me, know, That though a thousand watches were set on me, And you the Master-spy, I yet would use, The liberty that best likes me. I will revel, Feast, kiss, embrace, perhaps grant larger favours: Yet such as live upon my means, shall know They must not murmur at it. If my Lord be now grown yellow, and has chose out you To serve his Jealousy that way, tell him this, You have something to inform him. And I will. Believe it wicked one I will. Hear, Heaven, But hearing pardon me: if these fruits grow Upon the tree of marriage, let me shun it, As a forbidden sweet. An heir and rich, Young, beautiful, yet add to this a wife, And I will rather choose a Spittle sinner Carted an age before, though three parts rotten, And take it for a blessing, rather than Be fettered to the hellish slavery Of such an impudence. Colonel, good fortune To meet you thus: you look sad, but I'll tell you Something that shall remove it. Oh how happy Is my Lord Charaloys in his fair bride! A happy man indeed!— pray you in what? I dare swear, you would think so good a Lady, A dower sufficient. No doubt. But on. So fair, so chaste, so virtuous: so indeed All that is excellent. Women have no cunning to gull the world. Yet to all these, my Lord Her father gives the full addition of All he does now possess in Burgundy: These writings to confirm it, are new sealed And I most fortunate to present him with them, I must go seek him out, can you direct me?
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This pety rag about your necke shews well, And being coorse and little worth, it speakes you, As terrible as thrifty. Madam. Yes. And this strong belt in which you hang your honor Will out-last twenty scarfs. What meane you, Lady? And all else about you Cap a pe, So vniforme in spite of handsomnesse, Shews such a bold contempt of comelinesse, That tis not strange your Laundresse in the League, Grew mad with loue of you. Is my free counsayle. Answerd with this ridiculous scorne? These obiects Stole very much of my attention from me, Yet something I remember, to speake tuth, Deceyued grauely, but to little purpose, That almost would haue made me sweare, some Curate Had stolne into the person of Romont, And in the praise of good wife honesty, Had read an homely. By thy hand. And sword, I will make vp your oath, twill want weight else. You are angry with me, and poore I laugh at it. Do you come from the Campe, which affords onely The conuersation of cast suburbe whores, To set downe to a Lady of my ranke, Lymits of entertainmmen? Sure a Legion has possest this woman. One stamp more would do well: yet I desire not You should grow horne-mad, till you haue a wife. You are come to warme meate, and perhaps cleane linnen Feed, weare it, and bee thankfull. For me, know, That though a thousand watches were set on mee, And you the Master-spy, I yet would vse, The liberty that best likes mee. I will reuell, Feast, kisse, imbreace, perhaps grant larger fauours: Yet such as liue vpon my meanes, shall know They must not murmur at it. If my Lord Bee now growne yellow, and has chose out you To serue his Iealouzy that way, tell him this, You haue something to informe him. And I will. Beleeue it wicked one I will. Heare, Heauen, But hearing pardon mee: if these fruts grow Vpon the tree of marriage, let m shun it, As a forbidden sweete. An heyre and rich, Young, beautifull, yet adde to this a wife, And I wil rather choose a Spittle sinner Cared an age before, though three parts rotten, And take it for a blessing, rather then Be fettered to the hellish slauery Of such an impudence. Collonl, good fotne To meet you thus: you looke sad, but Ile tell you Something that shall remoue it. Oh how happy Is my Lord Charaloys in his faire bride! A happy man indeede!—pray you in what? I dare sweare, you would thinke so good a Lady, A dower suficient. No doubt. But on. So faire, so chaste, so vertuous: so indeed All that is excellent. Women haue no cunning to gull the world. Yet to all these, my Lord Her father giues the full addition of All he does now possesse in Burgundy: These writings to confirme it, are new seal'd And I most fortunate to present him with them, I must goe seeke him out, can you direct me?