Edwards, Richard · published 1571 · first performed or written 1564 [1564-1568] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta typicality 0.79 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Not Ihill warrant you, one master Stippus is in place, Where he may do good, but he frames himself so, Whatsoever Dionysius willeth to that he will not say no: 'tis a subtle Uor, he will not tread on thorns for none, A merry Harecoppe 'tis and a pleasant companion, A right courtier, and can provide for one. Will, how like you this gear: your master Aristippus also, At this Colliers' hand hath had a blow: But in faith father Grim cannot ye Colliers, Provide for yourselves far better than Courtiers. Yes I trow, black Colliers go in thread bore coats, Yet so provide they, that they have the fair white groats: Ich may say in counsel, though all day I moil in dourte, Ihill not change lives with any in Dionysius Court: For though their apparel be never so fine, Yet sure their credit is far worse than mine: And by cock I may say, for all their high looks, I know some sticks full deep in merchants books: And deeper will fall in, as fame me tells, As long as in steed of Money, they take up Hawks hoods & Bells: Whereby they fall into a swelling disease, which Colliers do not know 'tath a mad name, it is called ich ween, Centum pro cento. Some other in Courts, make others laugh merrily, When they wail and lament their own estate secretly: Friendship is dead in Court, Hypocrisy doth reign, Who is in favour now, to morrow is out again: The state is so uncertain, that I by my will, Will never be courtier, but a collier still. It seemeth that Colliers have a very trim life. Colliers' get money still: Tell me of troth, Is not that a trim life now as the world goeth? All day, though I toil with main and might, With money in my pouch, I come home merry at night, And sit down in my chair by my wife fair Alison, And turn a Crab in the fire, as merry as Pope Iohn. That Pope was a merry fellow, of whom folk talk so much. Had to be merry withal, had gold enough in his hutch: Can gold make men merry? they say who can sing so merry a note, As he that is not able to change a groat? Who sings in that case sings never in tune I know for my part That a heavy pouch with gold makes a light heart: Of which I have provided for a dear year good store, And these Benters I trow, shall anon get me more. By serving the Court with coals you gained all this money. By the Court only I assure ye. After what sort I pray thee tell me? Nay, there bate me an ace (quod Boulon) I can wear a horn & blow it not By'r lady the wiser man.
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No chill warrant you, one maister Stippus is in place, Where he may doo good, but he frames him selfe so, Whatsoeuer Dionisius wylleth to that he wyll not say no: Tis a suttell Uor, he wyll not tread on thornes for none, A mery Harecope tis and a pleasant companion, A right courtier, and can prouide for one. Wyll, how lyke you this geare▪ your master Aristippus also, At this Coliers hande hath had a ble: But in faith father Grimme cannot ye Coliers, Prouide for your selues far better then Courtiers. Yes I trow, blacke Coliers go in threade bare cotes, Yet so prouide they, that they haue the faire white groates: Ich may say in counsell, though all day I moyle in dourte, Chill not change liues with any in Dionisius Courte: For though their apparell be neuer so fine, Yet sure their credit is farre worse then mine: And by cocke I may say, for all their hie lookes, I know some stickes full déepe in Marchants bookes: And déeper will fall in, as fame me telles, As long as in stéede of Money, they take vp Haukes hoods & Belles: Wherby they fall into a swelling disease, which Coliers doo not know Tath a mad name, it is called ich wéene, Centum pro cento. Some other in Courtes, make others laugh merily, When they wayle and lament their owne estate secretly: Friendship is dead in Courte, Hipocrisie doth raigne, Who is in fauour now, to morow is out agayne: The state is so vncertaine, that I by my wyll, Will neuer be courtier, but a Colier styll. It séemeth that Coliers haue a very trim lyfe. Coliers get money styll: Tell me of trouth, Is not that a trim life now as the world goeth? All day, though I toyle with mayne and might, With mony in my pouche, I come home mery at night, And sit downe in my chayre by my wyfe faire Alison, And tourne a Crabbe in the fire, as mery as Pope Iohn. That Pope was a mery fellow, of whome folke talke so much. Had to be mery withal, had goulde enough in his hutch: Can goulde make men mery? they say who can singe so mery a note, As he that is not able to change a grote? Who singes in that case singes neuer in tune I know for my parte That a heauy pouch with goulde makes a light harte: Of which I haue prouided for a deare yeare good store, And these Benters I trowe, shall anone get me more. By seruing the Courte with coles you gaynde all this money. By the Court onely I assure ye. After what sort I pray thée tell mée? Nay, ther bate me an ace (quod Boulon) I can weare a horne & blow it not Byr lady the wiser man.