The Contention for Honor and Riches · chunk 6 of 11
Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1631 [c.1625-1632; adapted 1658] (Annals) moral T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.82 · 537 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
But no such miracles: Gentlemen, you promise Some spirit in you, there's no way to make Me confident of your worth but by your action: In brief, if you be ambitious of Honour, You must fight for me, and as fame shall give me Your character, I shall distinguish you, And cherish worth: mean time I take my leave. Come, Ingenuity, you and I must have Some private conference, I dare trust your bosom With some thing of more weight. I am then happy, When you command me service. And I keep A Register of all, and though delayed, Forget not the reward. Hark, Master Cringe, How d''ee like her sentence? If you mean To have Honour you must fight for't not oiled speeches, Nor crinkling in the hams will carry her, You have worn a sword thus long, to show the hilt, Now let the blade appear. Good Captain Voice, It shall, and reach you manners, I have yet No Ague, I can look upon your buff, And punto beard, and call for no strong waters, I am no Tavern gull, that wants protection, Whom you with oaths do use to mortify, And swear into the payments of all reckonings, Upon whose credit you wear belt and feather, Top and top gallant, and can make him seal At midnight to your tailor, go invite Young Gentlemen to dinner, and then pawn 'em, Or valiantly with some of your own file, Conspire a Sconce, or to a bawdy house March with your Regiment, and kick the Leverets, Make cullis o'the Bawds, yet be made friends, Before the Constable be sent for, and Run tothe ticket for the pox, these services, I do presume, you are acquainted with. Musk-Cat. Or wert thou what thou seem'st, a Soldier, For so much good I wish thee for my honour, When I have killed thee. Sirrah Civet-box. Let me ask your Soldier ship but one cold question, If Lady Honour, whom you have presumed Without good manners to affect, should possibly Descend to marry thee, prithee what jointure Couldst thou make her? jointure? I'll admit for arguments sake, Thou art a Soldier, perhaps You will give her a Catalogue of Towns, Or Leaguers, the names of bridges broken down, Your nose in time may make another, you will tell her Of onslaughts, Bulwarks, Barricado, Forts, Of Cannon, Culvering, Sacres, and a rabble Of your Artillery, which you have con by heart, A role of captain's names, perhaps you have In ready wounds, some twenty idle, admit it, And in diseases can assure her forty, This won't do, she cannot eat a Snapsack, Nor carry baggage, lie in your foul Hut, And roast your pullen, for whose precious theft, You and the Gibbet fear to be acquainted, If you return into your wholesome Country, Upon your honourable wooden legs. The houses of correction are no Palaces, And Passes must be had, or else the Beadles Will not be satisfied, the treasurer's name And twelvepence for your service i'th' Low countries, And spending of your blood for doughty Dutchmen, That would have hang'd you there, but in their charity You were reserved for beggary at home, Is no inheritance I take it sir.
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But no such miracles: Gentlement, you promise Some spirit in you, ther's no way to make Me confident of your worth but by your action: In briefe, if you be ambitious of Honor, You must fight for me, and as fame shall give me Your character, I shall distinguish you, And cherish worth: meane time I take my leave. Come, , you and I must have Some private conference, I dare trust your bosome With some thing of more weight. I am then happy, When you command me service. And I keepe A Register of all, and though delayd, Forget not the reward. Hark, Master Cringe, How d'ee like her sentence? If you meane To have Honor you must fight for speeches, Nor crinckling in the hammes will carry her, You have worne a sword thus long, to shew the hlt, Now let the blade appeare. Good Captaine Voyce, It shall, and reach you manners, I have yet No Ague, I can looke upon your buffe, And punto beard, and call for no strong waters, I am no Taverne gull, that wants protection, Whom you with oathes doe use to mortifie, And sweare into the paiments of all reckonings, Vpon whose credit you weare belt and feather, Top and top gallant, and can make him seale At mid-night to your Taylor, goe invite Young Gentlemen to dinner, and then pawne 'em, Or valiantly with some of your owne file, Conspire a Sconce, or to a bawdy house March with your Regiment, and kicke the Leverets, Make cullice o'the Bawdes, yet be made friends, Before the Constable be sent for, and Run to'the ticket for the pox, these services, I doe presume, you are acquainted with. Musk-Cat. Or wert thou what thou seem'st, a Soldier, For so much good I wish thee for my honor, When I have kil'd thee. Sirra Civet-box. Let me aske your Souldier ship but one cold question, If Lady Honor, whom you have presum'd Without good manners to affect, should possibly Descend to marry thee, prethee what joynture Couldst thou make her? Ioynture? Ile admit for arguments sake, Thou art a Souldier, perhaps You will give her a Catalogue of Townes, Or Leaguers, the names of bridges broken downe, Your nose in time may make another, you will tel her Of onslaughts, Bulwarks, Barricado, Forts, Of Cannon, Culvering, Sacres, and a rabble Of your Artillery, which you have cond by heart, A role of Captaines names, perhaps you have In ready wounds, some twenty idle, admit it, And in diseases can assure her forty, This wo'not doe, she cannot eate a Snapsacke, Nor carry baggage, lie in your foule Hut, And rost your pullen, for whose precious theft, You and the Gibbet feare to bee acquainted, If you returne into your wholesome Country, Vpon your honorable woodden legs. The houses of correction are no Palaces, And Passes must be had, or else the Beadles Will not be satisfied, the Treasurers name And twelve-pence for your service i'th Low countries, And spending of your blood for doughty Dutchmen, That would have hāg'd you there, but in their charity You were reserv'd for begggery at home, Is no inheritance I take it sir.