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A59411 Bury-fair a comedy ... / written by Tho. Shadwell ... Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692. 1689 (1689) Wing S2836; ESTC R18450 62,631 72

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Monsieurs me kis●è your hands me did tinke to invitè de Shief Majistrat I don know vat you call him Oh is Alderman to takè de Collation vid me buttè me can no refusè de faveur Mrs. Fan. I am transported with Joy L. Fan. Daughter speak to him in French he seems already Captivated with your Looks Count. You are appy in de Conversation of de very fine Ladeè buttè to lette you know my Skill my Cunning me vil gage a hundred Pistol dat dat fine Ladeè and her ver pretty Sister are de French Ladeè Old. Ounds this Count will make my damn'd affected Toad so proud the Devil wou'd not live with her French and Sister with a Pox L. Fan. We have often bewail'd the not having had the honor to be born French. Count. Pardon me is impossible Mrs. Fan. Monfoy je parle vray we are meer English assurement Count. Mon foy je parle vray vat is dat Gibberish Oh lettè me see de Fader is de Lawyere an she learne of him at de Temple is de Law French. I am amazè French Lookè French Ayre French meen French movement of de Bodee Morbleau Monsieur I vill gage 4 500 Pistol dat dese two Sister vere bred in France yes Teste bleau I can no be deceive Mrs. Fan. Iee vous en prie do not we never had the blessing to be in France you do us too much honour Alas we are forc'd to be content with plain English Breeding you will bring all my blood into a blush I had indeed a penchen always to French. Cou. Penchen vat is dat Oh is Law French. You puttè de very great Confusion upon me I tought it was impossible to find dat Meen Ayre Wit an Breeding out of France Old. French why my Lord Count this is my Wife this is her Daughter Cou. Daughtere dis young Ladee havè de Daughtere Begar you makè my Head turn round an mine Hair stand up is impossible Pardon me L. Fan. My dear sweet Lord Count you pose me now with your grand Civilities She is my Daughter I was Marry'd indeed exceeding young Cou. Pegar Madam den you be de pretty Modere she de pretty Daughtere in de whole Varle Oh mine Art mine Art dose Eyes dat Ayre ave killè me I broughtè de Art out of France and I ave lost it in dis plas is gone Madam an Morbleau you see now de French Count vidout a Heart Trim. With what frigidity she looks on me and with what warm Transport she seems to pierce the Frenchman through Varium mutabile semper foemina Re-enter Bellamy Wildish and Gertrude Wild. What would you give for such a Servant Gert. Just as much as I wou'd for you I had not so much as pitch'd upon a Country yet for my choice but methinks France should be the last I like not these Apish Counts they 're meer Kickshaws Bell. You judge right Madam of this Count at least Gert. Indeed he seems to me a very choice Coxcomb Cou. Oh Madam you have de fine Haire de very fine Haire dose tresses Conquer de Lovere Cupid make his Net of dat Haire to catchè de Art de coleur delicat better den my Peruke is great deal Begar if I had dat Haire I wou'd makè two tree Peruke of dat Wild. Pox on you you Rascal You are no Barber Sir yoe are a Count. Cou. Havè de Patiance dat is me could makè de Peruke two tree buttè I voud makè de Locket de Bracelet an de pretty Love knack They all cry their Wares Enter several Iack Puddings and give Papers 1 Pud A very good Monster a very pretty delicate Monster the like ne'r seen in England The Monster is just now beginning 2 Pud Pimper le Pimp the High German Juggler pray walk in and take your places 't is the last time of Showing this morning Cou. Vat is Pimp Vat does he lette a de Whore at de Fair 1 Pud A most delicious dainty monster the most delightful monster the prettiest monster ever was seen The most admirable The most incomparable monster Cou. Ha ha ha Begar I likè dis Iean Pudding very well I vill talkè vid him Begar he makè me Laugh dis morning he almost killè me Wild. You Rogue remember you are a Count and no Barber Puppy Mrs. Fan. You see his Wit and Judgment he finds out good Breeding immediately Gert. Yes he has found Wit in a Iack Pudding Cou. Morbleau Madam I have see de Marionettè de Iean Pudding in France dat have de great deal of Esprits and of de Wit de very pretty man and de very good Company yes indeed Mrs. Fan. No doubt Sir Assurement ouy. Look you Mrs. Gatty Cou. Begar dat be very merry Gentilman Sir Humphrey finds a Country Peasant leaning upon his Staff he strikes it away and he falls backward Another Peasant knocks Sir Hum. down he rises and Draws Several of the Mobile joyn with the Peasant the Gentlemen Draw and Rescue him The Ladies shriek and run away he have de great deal of Wit assurement ouy. Teste bleau de Insolence of Peasant English Wild. Dea●h let 's in and Rescue him Bell. Sir Humphrey you have suffer'd for your Wit I see Old. Only a Head broken that 's all the inside of your Head will often endanger the outside Sir Humphrey Sir Hum. Pish this is nothing Pox on 't an accident a meer Accident Gad take me I 'll have my Jest let what will come on 't Cou. Insolent Peasan Begar me vill kille two tree tousand Peasant Strikè de Gentilman Sire morbleau me vill helpe you to kille de damn Peasant Old. Come come to my House my Daughters Woman shall lay you on a Plaister Cou. I voud be glad to putte my Cutto into de Body of de Peasant dey have fright de Lady Bell. But Monsieur le Count our Peasants have Quarter-staves and if Gentlemen go to run 'em through they will knock 'em down and we commend 'em for 't Cou. De Peasant begar de Peasant be de Slave de Dog morbleu Bell. Our Peasants wear Shooes and Stockins and lye warm and have good Meat and Drink in their Houses Wild. Your King is a King of Dogs then but how much greater is ours who is a King of Men and Free Men Ours Governs the willing he the unwilling Cou. Your King great as our King Jerny your King can do noting dere is de Law de Parliament I don know vat begar my King can send for my Head wen he pleas yes indeed hum Old. My Lord Count 't is almost Dinner time Wild. The Rogue talks as if he were of the Blood Royal. Bell. Yes like the next Successor Cou. Yes Begar he can send for my Head and dat be very good for him Wild. But my King cannot send for my Head when he please Cou. Morbleu dat be very good for you yes indeed Exeunt ACT. III. SCENE I. Oldwit