Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I would have thee seek him out, and if thou canst Persuade him that 'tis better steal, than beg. Then if I prove he has but robbed a hen-roost, Not all the world shall save him from the gallows. Do any thing to work him to despair, And 'tis thy masterpiece. I will do my best, Sir. I am now on my main work with the Lord Lovell, The gallant minded, popular Lord Lovell; The minion of the people's love. I hear he's come into the Country, and my aims are To insinuate myself into his knowledge, And then invite him to my house. I have you. This points at my young Mistress. She must part with That humble title, and write honourable, Right honourable Marrall, my right honourable daughter; If all I have, or e'er shall get will do it. I will have her well attended, there are Ladies Of errant Knights decayed, and brought so low, That for cast clothes, and meat, will gladly serve her. And 'tis my glory, though I come from the City, To have their issue, whom I have undone, To kneel to mine, as bondslaves. 'Tis fit state, Sir. And therefore, I'll not have a Chambermaid That ties her shoes, or any meaner office, But such whose Fathers were Right worshipful. 'Tis a rich Man's pride, there having ever been More than a feud, a strange Antipathy Between us, and true Gentry. See, who's here, Sir. Hence monster; Prodigy. Sir your wife's Nephew, She, and my Father tumbled in one belly. Avoid my sight, thy breath's infectious, Rogue. I shun thee as a Leprosy, or the Plague. Come hither Marrall, this is the time to work him. I warrant you, Sir. By this light I think he's mad. Mad? had you took compassion on yourself, You long since had been mad. You have took a course Between you, and my venerable Uncle, To make me so. The more pale spirited you, That would not be instructed. I swear deeply. By what? By my Religion. Thy religion! The devil's Creed, but what would you have done? Had there been but one tree in all the Shire, Nor any hope to compass a penny Halter, Before, like you, I had outlived my fortunes, A With had served my turn to hang myself. I am zealous in your cause: pray you hang yourself, And presently, as you love your credit. I thank you. Will you stay till you die in a ditch? Or louse devour you? Or if you dare not do the feat yourself, But that you'll put the state to charge, and trouble, Is there no purse to be cut? house to be broken? Or market Women with eggs that you may murder, And so dispatch the business. here's variety I must confess; but I'll accept of none Of all your gentle offers, I assure you.
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I would haue thee seeke him out, and if thou canst Perswade him that 'tis better steale, than begge. Then if I proue he has but rob'd a Henroost, Not all the world shall saue him from the gallowes. Doe any thing to worke him to despaire, And 'tis thy Masterpeece. I will doe my best, Sir. I am now on my maine worke with the Lord Louell, The gallant minded, popular Lord Louell; The minion of the peoples loue. I heare Hee's come into the Country, and my aimes are To infinuate my selfe into his knowledge, And then inuite him to my house. I haue you. This points at my young Mistris. She must part with That humble title, and write honourable, Right honorable Marrall, my right honorable daughter; If all I haue, or e're shall get will doe it. I will haue her well attended, there are Ladies Of errant Knights decay'd, and brought so low, That for cast clothes, and meate, will gladly serue her. And 'tis my glory, though I come from the Cittie, To haue their issue, whom I haue vndone, To kneele to mine, as bond-slaues. 'Tis fit state, Sir. And therefore, Ile not haue a Chambermaide That tyes her shooes, orany meaner office, But such whose Fathers were Right worshipfull. 'Tis a rich Mans pride, there hauing euer beene More than a Fewde, a strange Antipathie Betweene vs, and true Gentry. See, who's here, Sir. Hence monster; Prodigie. Sir your Wifes Nephew, Shee, and my Father tumbled in one belly. Auoid my sight, thy breath's infectious, Rogue. I shun thee as a Leprosie, or the Plague. Come hither Marrall, this is the time to worke him. I warrant you, Sir. By this light I thinke hee's mad. Mad? had you tooke compassion on your selfe, You long since had beene mad. You haue tooke a course Betweene you, and my venerable Vncle, To make me so. The more pale spirited you, That would not be instructed. I sweare deepely. By what? By my Religion. Thy religion! The Diuells Creed, but what would you haue done? Had there beene but one tree in all the Shire, Nor any hope to compasse a penny Halter, Before, like you, I had outliu'd my fortunes, A With had sern'd my turne to hang my selfe. I am zealous in your cause: pray you hang your selfe, And presently, as you loue your credit. I thanke you. Will you stay till you dye in a ditch? Or lice deuoure you? Or if you dare not doe the feate your selfe, But that you'le put the state to charge, and trouble, Is there no purse to bee cut? house to be broken? Or market Women with egges that you may murther, And so dispatch the businesse. Heer's varietie I must confesse; but I'le accept of none Of all your gentle offers, I assure you.