Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Oct 15] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
My body altered? No. You are not yet in fashion then, that must Have a new motion garb, and posture too, Or all your pride is cast away, it is not The cut of your apparel makes a gallant, But the geometrical wearing of your clothes. Mr. Littleworth tells you right, you weare your a: Too like a citizen. 'tis like a Midwife, Place it with best advantage of your hair, Is halfe your feather molted? this does make No show, it should spread over like a Canopy, Your hot reined Monsieur wears it for a shade, And cooler to his back, your doublet must Be more unbuttoned hereabouts, you'll not Be a sloven else, a foul shirt is no blemish, You must be confident, and outface clean linen! Your doublet and your breeches must be allowed No private meeting here, your cloak's too long, It reaches to your buttock, and doth smell Too much of Spanish gravity, the fashion Is to wear nothing but a Cape, a coat May be allowed a covering for one elbow, And some to avoid the trouble, choose to walk In cuerpo thus. Your coat, and cloak's a brushing In Long-lane Lombard. But what if it rain? Your belt about your shoulder is sufficient To keep off any storm, beside a reed But waved discreetly, has so many pores, It sucks up all the rain that falls about one, With this defence, when other men have been Wet to the skin through all their cloaks, I have Defied a tempest and walked by the Taverns Dry as a bone. Because he had no money To call for wine. Why you do walk enchanted, Have you such pretty charms in town? But stay, Who must I have to attend me? Is not that Yet thought upon. I have laid out for servants. They are everywhere. I cannot yet be furnished With such as I would put into his hands. Of what condition must they be, and how Many in number sir? Beside your fencing, Your singing, dancing, riding, and French-master, Two may serve domestic to be constant waiters Upon a gentleman a fool, a pimp. For these two officers I have enquired, And I am promised a convenient whiskin, I could save charges, and employ the Pie wench That carries her intelligence in whitepots, Or 'tis but taking order with the woman That holds the ballads, she could fit him with A concubine to any tune, but I Have a design to place a fellow with him That has read all Sir Pandarus works, a Trojan That lies concealed, and is acquainted with Both city and suburbian fripperies Can fetch 'em with a spell at midnight to him, And warrant which are for his turn, can for A need supply the Surgeon too. I like Thy providence,— such a one deserves a livery twice a year.
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My body altered? No. You are not yet in fashion then, that must Have a new motion garbe, and posture too, Or all your pride is cast away, it is not The cut of your apparrell makes a gallant, But the geometricall wearing of your clothes. Mr. Littleworth tells you right, you weare your a: Too like a citizen. Tis like a Midwife, Place it with best advantage of your haire, Is halfe your feather molted? this does make No shew, it should spread over like a Canopy, Your hot reind Monsieur weares it for a shade, And cooler to his backe, your doublet must Be more unbotton'd hereabouts, you'le not Be a sloven else, a foule shirt is no blemish, You must be confident, and outface cleane linnen! Your doublet and your breeches must be allow'd No private meeting here, your cloak's too long, It reaches to your buttocke, and doth smell Too much of Spanish gravitie, the fashion Is to weare nothing but a Cape, a coate May be allowed a covering for one elbow, And some to avoid the trouble, choose to walke In quipo thus. Your coat, and cloak's a brushing In Long-lane Lumbard. But what if it raine? Your belt about your shoulder is sufficient To keepe off any storme, beside a reede But wau'd discreetly, has so many pores, It suckes up all the raine that falls about one, With this defence▪ when other men have beene Wet to the skin through all their cloakes, I have Defied a tempest and walk'd by the Tavernes Drie as a bone. Because he had no money To call for wine. Why you doe walke enchanted, Have you such pretty charmes in towne? But stay, Who must I have to attend me? Is not that Yet thought upon. I have laid out for servants. They are every where. I cannot yet be furnish'd With such as I would put into his hands. Of what condition must they be, and how Many in number sir? Beside your fencing, Your singing, dancing, riding, and French-master, Two may serve domesticke to be constant waiters Vpon a gentleman a foole, a pimpe. For these two officers I have enquird, And I am promisd a convenient whiskin, I could save charges, and employ the Pye wench That carries her intelligence in whitepots, Or tis but taking order with the woman That holds the ballads, she could fit him with A concubin to any tune, but I Have a designe to place a fellow with him That has read all Sir Pandarus workes, a Trojan That lies conceal'd, and is acquainted with Both citty and subrbian fripperies Can fetch em with a spell at midnight to him, And warrant which are for his turne, can for A neede supply the Surgeon too. I like Thy providence, — such a one deserves a livery twice a yeare▪