Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
A Dancer, and so gay. A mere French footman Sir, does he not look Like a thing come off o'th' saltcellar. A Dancer? I would allow him gay about the legs, But why his body should exceed decorum, Is a sin o'th' state. That's all. I can inform you of their dance in Italy, Marry that very morning I left Venice, I had intelligence of a new device. For the dance monsieur. Si Signior, I know not What countryman invented, but they say There be Chopinoes made with such rare art, That worn by a Lady when she means to dance, Shall with their very motion sound forth music, And by a secret sympathy with their tread Strike any tune that without other instrument, Their feet both dance and play. Your lodging monsieur, That when I have leisure I may dare Present an humble servitor. I do lie At the sign of Dona Margaretta de Pia In the Strand. At the maggot a Pie in the Strand sir. At de magpie boon adieu serviteur. He won't know us. D'ee see those Gentlemen. Thou Platalone be silent. I'll speak to him, youare welcome home sir. Signior. He won't know me, this is excellent, He shall be acquainted better, ere I part With any sums. Next time we'll not know him. Would all my creditors had this blessed ignorance. Now colonel I'll take my leave. I am engaged too. Well. I shall meet you anon, I am to wait upon a cosin of mine. A Countess. My Lord? Cosin. Your Lordship honours me in this acknowledgement. colonel. D'ee not know me sir? youare not a proclamation that every man is bound to take notice on, And I cannot tell who you are by instinct. A kinsman of mine Frank? Good morrow to your Lordship. colonel? your humble servant, hark you Frank. You are acquainted with my Lord then, Is he not a complete Gentleman? his family Came in with the Conqueror. You had not else been kin to him. A poor slip, a scion from that honourable tree. He is the Lady's Idol, they ha' not leisure To say their prayers for him, a great advancer Of the new Ball. Nay he's right, right as my leg colonel. But other Gentleman you do not know his inside. I ha' seen him, he looks philosophical. Who! he's the wit, whom your Nobility Are much obliged to for his company, He has a railing genius, and they cherish it, Fling dirt in every face when he's i'th' humour, And they must laugh, and thank him, he is dead else. Will the Lords suffer him. Or lose their mirth, he's known in every science, And can abuse 'em all, some ha' supposed He has a worm in's brain, which at some time Oth' Moon doth ravish him into perfect madness, And then he prophesies, and will depose The Emperor, and set up Bethalem Gabre. he's dead, I hope he won't conjure for him.
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A Dancer, and so gay. A meere French footeman Sir, does he not looke Like a thing come off oth' Saltsellar. A Dancer? I would allow him gay about the legges, But why his body should exceede decorum, Is a sinne oth' state. Thats all. I can informe you of their dance in Italy, Marry that very morning I left Venice, I had intelligence of a new device. For the dance Mounsieur. Si Signior, I know not What countryman invented, but they say There be Chopinoes made with such rare art, That worne by a Lady when she meanes to dance, Shall with their very motion sound forth musicke, And by a secret sympathy with their tread Strike any tune that without other instrument, Their feete both dance and play. Your lodging Mounsieur, That when I have leasure I may dare Present an humble servitor. I do ly At the signe of Dona Margaretta de Pia In the Strand. At the Magget a Pie in the Strand sir. At de Magdepie boon adieu serviteur. He wonot know us. Dee see those Gentlemen. Thou Platalone be silent. Ile speake to him, Y are welcome home sir. Signior. He wonot know me, this is excellent, He shall be acquainted better, ere I part With any sommes. Next time weele not know him. Would all my creditors had this blessed ignorance. Now Coronell I'le take my leave. I am enga'd too. Well. I shall meete you anon, I am to waite upon a cosin of mine. A Countesse. My Lord? Cosin. Your Lordship honours me in this acknowledgement. Coronell. Dee not know me sir? Y are not a proclamation that every man is bound to take notice on, And I cannot tell who you are by instinct. A kinsman of mine Franke? Good morrow to your Lordship. Coronell? your humble servant, harke you Franke. You are acquainted with my Lord then, Is he not a compleate Gentleman? his family Came in with the Conqueror. You had not else beene kinne to him. A poore slip, a syens from that honourable tree. He is the Ladies Idoll, they ha not leasure To say their prayers for him, a great advancer Of the new Ball. Nay hee's right, right as my legge Coronell. But tother Gentleman you doe not know his inside. I ha seene him, he lookes philosophicall. Who! hee's the wit, whom your Nobilitie Are much oblig'd to for his company, He has a railing genious, and they cherish it, Fling dirt in every face when hee's ith' humour, And they must laugh, and thanke him, he is dead else. Will the Lords suffer him. Or lose their mirth, hee's knowne in every science, And can abuse em all, some ha suppos'd He has a worme ins braine, which at some time Oth' Moone doth ravish him into perfect madnesse, And then he prophesies, and will depose The Empeorr, and set up Bethalem Gabre. Hee's dead, I hope he wonot conjure for him.