Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.88 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
My Lady, gentle youth is indisposed. Though she were dead and buried, only tell her, The great man in the Court, the brave Fulgentio Descends to visit her, and it will raise her Out of the grave for joy. Here comes another! The devil I fear in his holiday clothes. So soon, My part is at an end then, cover my shoulders, When I grow great, thou shalt serve me. Are you Sirrah An implement of the house? Sure he will make A joint-stool of me! Or if you belong To the Lady of the place, command her hither. I do not wear her livery, yet acknowledge A duty to her. And as little bound To serve your peremptory will, as she is To obey your summons. 'Twill become you Sir, To wait her leisure, than her pleasure known You may present your duty. Duty? Slave, I'll teach you manners. I am past learning, make not A tumult in the house. Shall I be braved thus O I am dead! and now I sown. Help, murder! Recover Sirrah, the Ladies here. Nay then I am alive again, and I'll be valiant. What insolence is this? Adorni, hold, Hold I command you. Saucy groom. Not so Sir, However in his life, he had dependence Upon my Father, He is a gentleman As well borne as yourself. Put on your hat. In my presence, without leave? He has mine Madam? And I must tell you Sir, and in plain language, howe'er your glittering outside promise gentry, The rudeness of your carriage and behaviour Speaks you a couser thing. She meanes a clowne S. I am her interpreter for want of a better. I am a Queen in mine own house, nor must you Expect an Empire here. Sure I must love her Before the day, the pretty soul's so valiant. What are you? and what would you with me? Proud one, When you know what I am, and what I came for, And may on your submission proceed o, You in your reason must repent the coarseness Of my entertainment. Why fine man? what are you? A kinsman of the Kings. I cry you mercy, For his sake, not your own. But grant you are so, 'Tis not impossible, but a king may have A fool to his kinsman, no way meaning you Sir. You have heard of Fulgen. Long since Sir, A suit-broker in Court. He has the worst Report among good men I ever heard of, For bribery and extortion. In their prayers widows and orphan's curse him for a canker, And caterpillar in the state. I hope Sir, You are not the man, much less employed by him As a smock-agent to me. I reply not As you deserve, being assured you know me, Pretending ignorance of my person, only To give me a taste of your wit; 'Tis well and courtly, I like a sharp wit well. I cannot endure it, Nor any of the Syllies.
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My Lady, gentle youth is indispos'd. Though she were dead and buried, only tell her, The great man in the Court, the brave Fulgentio Descends to vit her, and it will raise her Out of the grave for joy. Here comes another! The divell I feare in his holi-day clothes. So soone, My part is at an end then, cover my shoulders, When I grow great, thou shalt serve me. Are you Sirrah An mplement of the house? Sue he will make A joynes-stoole of me! Or if you belong To the Lady of the place, command her hither. I do not weare her livery, yet acknowledge A duty to her. And as little bound To serve your peremptorie will, as she is To obey your summons. 'Twill become you Sir, To waite her leisurue, then her pleasure knowne You may present your duty. Duty? Slave, I'll teach you manners. I am past learning, make not A tumult in the house. Shall I be brau'd thu O I am dead! and now I sowne. Helpe, murther! Recover Sirrah, the Ladies here. Nay then I am alive againe, and I'll be valiant. What insolence is this? Adorni, hold, Hold I command you. Sawcy groome. Not so Sir, However in his life, he had dependance Vpon my Father, He is a gentleman As well borne as your selfe. Put on your hat. In my presence, without leaue? He has mine Madam? And I must tell you Sir, and in plaine language, How e'r your glittring out-side promise gentry, The rudenesse of your carriage and behaviour Speakes you a couser thing. She meanes a clowne S. I am her interpreter for want of a better. I am a Queene in mine owne house, nor must you Expect an Empire here. Sure I must love her Before the day, the prettie Soule's so valiant. What are you? and what would you with me? Proud one, When you know what I am, and what I came for, And may on your submission proceed o, You in your reason must repent the coursenesse Of my entertainment. Why fine man? what are you? A kinsman of the Kings. I cry you mercy, For his sake, not your owne. But grant you are so, 'Tis not impossible, but a king may have A foole to his kinsman, no way meaning you Sir. You have heard of Fulgen. Long since Sir, A suit-broker in Court. He has the worst Report among good men I ever heard of, For briberie and extortion. In their prayers Widdowes and Orphans curse him for a canker, And caterpillr in the state. I hope Sir, You are not the man, much lesse imploy'd by him As a smocke-agent to me. I reply not As you deserve, being assur'd you know me, Pretending ignorance of my person, onely To give me a ast of your wit; 'Tis well and courtly, I like a sharpe wit well. I cannot indure it, Nor any of the Syllis.