Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jun 21] [incorrect] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
I have been careful. What do they say abroad, do they not wonder? They are strucken dumb at reading, he that has The use of tongue, employs it to express His admiration of your Art, your deep, Invisible Art. There's hope than we shall prosper, In this believing Age, Italy is full Of juggling Mountibanks, that show tricks with oils, And powders, here an Empiric dares boast Himself a Paracelsian, and daub Each Post with printed follies, when he went A'th' ticket with some Midwife, or old woman For his whole stock of Physic, here a fellow Only has skill to make a handsome periwig, Or to sow teeth i'th' gums of some state Madam, Which she coughs out again, when so much phlegm As would not strangle a poor flea, provokes her, Proclaims himself a rectifier of Nature, And is believed so, getteth more by keeping Mouths in their quarterly reparations, Then knowing men for all their Art, and pains I'th' cure of the whole body— shall we doubt To be made rich, rich Carlo, by our Art Whereof I am the first and bold Professor In Italy, we shall grow fat and purchase, Dost not think so? To go invisible Who will not learn at any rate. True Carlo. There may be in the throng of our admirers, Some will presume't above the power of Art To make men walk and talk invisible. But we can clear the mystery, and make Mantua in the proof acknowledge it A matter feasible— here's some Customer Ha? 'Tis the Humorist, the Undertaker, The Bird I spread my Art for, he has money Enough, and's apt to prove a fortune to me. So the Covenants are sealed, I am like a famous Cathedral with two ring of Bells, a sweet Chime a both sides, now 'tis noised I ha' money enough, how many Gallants of all sorts and Sexes court me, here's a Gentleman ready to run himself in the Kennel, for haste to give me the Wall, this Cavalier will kiss my hand, while th'other Signior crinkles i'th' hams, as he were studying new Postures against his turn comes to salute me. As I walk, every Window is glazed with eyes, as some triumph were in the street; this madonna invites me to a Banquet for my discourse, tother Bona roba sends me a Spark, a third a Ruby, a fourth an Emerald, and all but in hope to put their jewels to usury, that they may return again with precious Interest— Thus far it goes well, very well, what's next- Save you Signior. What art thou? One appointed by fate to do you service Sir. But I gave fate no Commission to take you up for me, I ha' more followers than the Duke already, prithee have me commended to the Lady Destinies, and tell 'em I am provided. Mistake me not, he speaks to you, has power To make you happy.
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I have beene carefull. What doe they say abroad, doe they not wonder? They are strucken dumbe at reading, he that has The use of tongue, employes it to expresse His admiration of your Art, your deepe, Invisible Art. There's hope then we shall prosper, In this beleeving Age, Jtaly is full Of Iugling Mountibanks, that shew trickes with oyles, And powders, here an Emperick dares boast Himselfe a Paracelsian, and dawbe Each Post with printed follyes, when he went A'th ticket with some Midwife, or old woman For his whole stocke of Physicke, here a fellow Onely has skill to make a handsome perewig, Or to sowe teeth i'th gummes of some state Madam, Which she coughes out agen, when so much phlegme As would not strangle a poore flea, provokes her, Proclaimes himselfe a rectifier of Nature, And is beleev'd so, getteth more by keeping Mouthes in their quarterly reparations, Then knowing men for all their Art, and paines I'th cure of the whole body—shall we doubt To be made rich, rich Carlo, by our Art Whereof I am the first and bold Professor In Jtaly, we shall grow fat and purchase, Dost not thinke so? To goe invisible Who will not learne at any rate. True Carlo. There may be in the throng of our admirers, Some will presume't above the power of Art To make men walke and talke invisible. But we can cleere the mistery, and make Mantua in the proofe acknowledge it A matter feasible—here's some Customer Ha? 'Tis the Humorist, the Vndertaker, The Bird I spread my Art for, he has mony Enough, and's apt to prove a fortune to me. So the Covenants are seal'd, I am like a famous Cathedrall with two ring of Bells, a sweet Chime a both sides, now 'tis noys'd I ha mony enough, how many Gallants of all sorts and Sexes court me, here's a Gentleman ready to run himselfe in the Kennell, for hast to give me the Wall, this Cavalier will kisse my hand, while th'other Signior cinckles ith' hammes, as hee were studying new Postures against his turne comes to salute me. As I walke, euery Window is glaz'd with eyes, as some tryumph were in the street; this Madova invites me to a Banquet for my discourse, t'other Bona roba sends me a Sparke, a third a Ruby, a fourth an Emerald, and all but in hope to put their Iewels to vsury, that they may returne agen with precious Interest—Thus farre it goes well, very well, what's next- Save you Signior. What art thou? One appointed by fate to doe you service Sir. But I gave fate no Commission to take you up for me, I ha more followers then the Duke already, prethee have me commended to the Lady Destinyes, and tell 'em I am provided. Mistake me not, he speakes to you, has power To make you happy.