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 · 490 words
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You are deceived, they'll be bound to you, you must remember to trust 'em none. Nay, faith, thou art a reasonable near Artificer, give the devil his due. ay, if he would but cut the coat according to the cloth still. I now want only my master's approbation, who is indeed, the most polite punctual Queen of dressing in all Burgundy. Pah, and makes all other young Ladies appear, as if they came from board last week out of the country, Is't not true, Liladam? True my Lord, as if any thing your Lordship could say, could be otherwise than true. Nay, a my soul, 'tis so, what fouler object in the world, than to see a young fair, handsome beauty, unhandsomely dighted and incongruently accoutered; or a hopeful Chevalier, unmethodically appointed, in the external ornaments of nature? For even as the Index tells us the contents of stories, and directs to the particular Chapters, even so does the outward habit and superficial order of garments (in man or woman) give us a taste of the spirit, and demonstratively point (as it were a manual note from the margin) all the internal quality, and habiliment of the soul, and there cannot be a more evident, palpable, gross manifestation of poor degenerate dunghilly blood, and breeding, then rude, unpolished, disordered and slovenly outside. An admirable lecture. Oh all you gallants, that hope to be saved by your clothes, edify, edify. By the Lard, sweet Lard, thou deserv'st a pension o'the State. Oth' tailors, two such Lords were able to spread Tailors o'er the face of a whole kingdom. Pox a this glass lit flatters, I could find in my heart to break it. O save the glass my Lord, and break their heads, they are the greater flatterers I assure you. Flatters, detracts, impairs, yet put it by, Lest thou dear Lord (Narcissus-like) should dote Upon thyself, and die and rob the world Of nature's copy, that she works form by. Oh that I were the Infanta Queen of Europe, Who (but thyself sweet Lord) shouldst marry me. I marry? were there a Queen o'th' world, not I. Wedlock? no padlock, horselock, I wear spurs To keep it off my heels; yet my Aymour, Like a free wanton jennet i'th' meadows, I look about, and neigh, take hedge and ditch, Feed in my neighbour's pastures, pick my choice Of all their fair-maned mares: but married once, A man is staked, or powned, and cannot graze Beyond his own hedge. I have waited, sir, Three hours to speak w'ee, and not take it well, Such magpies, are admitted, whilst I dance Attendance. Magpies? what d''ee take me for? A long thing with a most unpromising face. I'll ne'er ask him, what he takes me for. Do not, sir, For he'll go near to tell you. Art not thou a Barber Surgeon? Yes sirrah why? My Lord is sorely troubled with two scabs
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You are deceiu'd, they'l be bound to you, you must remember to trust 'em none. Nay, fayth, thou art a reasonable near Artificer, giue the diuell his due. I, if hee would but cut the coate according to the cloth still. I now want onely my misters approbation, who is indeed, the most polite punctuall Queene of dressing in all Burgundy Pah, and makes all other young Ladies appeare, as if they came from boord last weeke out of the country, Is't not tue, Liladam? True my Lord, as if any thing your Lordship could say, could be otherwise then true. Nay, my soule, 'tis so, what fouler obiect in the world, then to see a young faire, handsome beauty, vnhandsomely dighted ad incongruently accoured; or a hopefull Cheualier, vnmethodically appointed, in the externall ornaments of nature? For euen as the Index tels vs the contents of stories, and directs to the particular Chapters, euen s does the outward habit and superficiall order of garments (in man oman) giue vs a tast of the spirit, and demonstratiuely poynt (as it were a manuall note from the margin) all the internll quality, and habiliment of the soule, and there cannot be a more euident, palpable, grose manifestation of poore degenerate dunghilly blood, and breeding, then rude, vnpolish'd, disordered and sloenly outside. An admirable lecture. Oh all you gallants, that hope to be saued by your cloathes, edify, edify. By the Lard, sweet Lard, thou deseru'st a pension o'the Stte. Oth' Taylors, two such Lords were able to spred Taylors ore the face of a whole kingdome. Pox a this glase lit flatters, I could find in my heart to breake it. O saue the glase my Lord, and breake their heads, they are the greater flatterers I assure you. Flatters, detracts, impayres, yet put it by, Lest thou deare Lord (Narcissus-like) should doate Vpon thy selfe, and dye and rob the world Of natures copy, that she workes forme by. Oh that I were the Infanta Queene of Europe, Who (but thy selfe sweete Lord) shouldst marry me. I marry? wee there a Qeene oth' world, not I. Wedlocke? no padlooke, horslocke, I weare spurrs To keepe it off my heeles; yet my Aymour, Like a free wanton iennet i'th meddows, I looke about, and neigh, take hedge and ditch, Feed in my neghbours pastures, picke my choyce Of all their faire-maind mares: but married once, A man i stak'd, or pown'd, and cannot graze Beyond his owne hedge. I haue waited, sir, Three houres to speake w'ee, and not take it well, Such magpies, are admitted, whilst I dunce Attendance. Magpies? what d'ee take me for? A long thing with a most vnpromising face. I'll ne're aske him, what he takes me for Doe not, sir, For hee'l goe neere to tell you. Art not thou a Barber Surgeon? Yes sira why? My Lord is sorely troubled with two scabs