D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.76 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
What art? A fool, a physician, a maintainer of whoredom, with a pox to me. Then Medice cura teipsum; more knave than fool, the plot's false drawn else: away with 'em. Come sir, depart. Purge me Duke, purge me, or let my wife take out my corrupted brains, and rinse them in a Cucking-stool: I come Skimmington, I come. Vallentius you must take some order for the doctor's cure: he befriended you in as great a courtesy. Trot on afore: is the Corn-cutter come yet? The Horn-cutter is come, sir. On, on to the Leaguer then: I am ashamed to show my head amongst Animals: on to the Leaguer. This is a Monster of your making, Lodwick, buy him a Capcase to hide up his horns in, for shame o'th' world. Come we are both— He comes, he comes. Where doth he come? he is rather drawn hither like a bear to a stake. What in a Coach? Nay, rather in an open Chariot: and yet it cannot be properly called a Chariot, because it runs but on two Wheels. Room for him there: for I am sure he had rather any here had his room than his company. Silence there; you in the Docket there, let but one speak in the Court at once. Noverint universi, It is the Duke's mercy; And the condition of my Obligation, To make my recantation, That I within bound, Should give reasons profound, Why (much against my heart) I thus ride in a Cart. Nay, gentlemen, no eggs I beseech you: for I love them at this time, neither raw, roasted, nor rotten. For should they hit me on the breast, they would go clean against my stomach. You Phaeton. Is that your Father Phoebus his Chariot, and will he allow you never a Box to sit in? No jugglers Box, I'll assure thee friend: for here's neither pass, nor repass, I stand here you see for an example, And could wish all these good people to follow it. Who's that, Bootes mounted in his Charles wain? doth he cry Pippings, carrots, or Turnips? You are deceived, Signior: rather Bread, and Meat, as Piecrust, bones, and fragments out of the Ludgate man's basket: Nay, hold your hands, I beseech you Gentlemen, and use your tongues and spare not. Well, he stands here but for a show, and I am sure I suffered for it really and indeed. Bear witness my Masters, that is the main malefactor indeed, and I stand here for a show: I'll go no further than his own confession. They talk of Cheaters, here is a twenty shillings piece that I put into my mouth, let any Cheater in Christendom cozen me of this, and carry it away cleanly, and I'll not only forgive him, but hug him and embrace him for it, and say he is a very hocus-pocus indeed. What said that fellow?
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What art? A foole, a phyſitian, a maintainer of whoredome, with a poxe to me. Then Medice cura teipſum; more knave than foole, the plot's falſe drawne elſe: away with em. Come ſir, depart. Purge mee Duke, purge me, or let my wife take out my corrupted braines, and rince them in a Cucking-ſtoole: I come Skimmington, I come. Vallentius you muſt take ſome order for the Doctors cure: he befriended you in as great a courteſie. Trot on afore: is the Corne-cutter come yet? The Horne-cutter is come, ſir. On, on to the Leaguer then: I am aſhamed to ſhow my head amongſt Animalls: on to the Leaguer. This is a Monſter of your making, Lodwicke, buy him a Cap-caſe to hide up his hornes in, for ſhame o'th' world. Come we are both— He comes, he comes. Where doth he come? hee is rather drawne hither like a Bare to a ſtake. What in a Coach? Nay, rather in an open Charriot: and yet it cannot bee properly called a Chariot, becauſe it runnes but on two Wheeles. Roome for him there: for I am ſure hee had rather any here had his roome than his company. Silence there; you in the Docket there, let but one ſpeake in the Court at once. Noverint univerſi, It is the Dukes mercy; And the condition of my Obligation, To make my recantation, That I within bound, Should give reaſons profound, Why (much againſt my heart) I thus ride in a Cart. Nay, gentlemen, no egges I beſeech you: for I love them at this time, neither raw, roaſted, nor rotten. For ſhould they hit me on the breaſt, they would goe cleane againſt my ſtomacke. You Phaeton. Is that your Father Phoebus his Chariot, and will he allow you never a Boxe to ſit in? No juglers Boxe, Ile aſſure thee friend: for here's neither paſſe, nor repaſſe, I ſtand here you ſee for an example, And could wiſh all theſe good people to follow it. Who's that, Bootes mounted in his Charles waine? doth he cry Pippings, Carrets, or Turneps? You are deceived, Signior: rather Bread, and Meate, as Pye-cruſt, bones, and fragments out of the Ludgate mans basket: Nay, hold your hands, I beſeech you Gentlemen, and uſe your tongues and ſpare not. Well, he ſtands heare but for a ſhew, and I am ſure I ſuffered for it really and indeed. Beare witneſſe my Maſters, that is the maine malefactor indeed, and I ſtand here for a ſhow: Ile goe no further than his owne confeſſion. They talke of Cheaters, here is a twenty ſhillings peece that I put into my mouth, let any Cheater in Chriſtendome couſen me of this, and carry it away cleanly, and Ile not only forgive him, but hugge him and imbrace him for it, and ſay he is a very Hocus Pocus indeed. What ſaid that fellow?