Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1621 [Aug 3; Aug 5; Sep] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Only your hand, and welcome to Court, Here is a man both for earnest, and sport. You were lately employed And your Master is joyed To have such in his train So well can sustain His person abroad, And not shrink for the load. But had you been here, You should have been a Gipsy I swear, Our Captain had summoned you by a doxy, To whom you would not have answered by proxy, One, had she come in the way of your Sceptre, 'tis odds, you had laid it by to have leapt her. A Hunter you have been heretofore, And had game good store; But ever you went Upon a new sent, And shifted your loves As often as they did their smocks, or their gloves: But since that your brave intendments are Now bend for the war, The world shall see You can constant be, One Mistress to prove, And court her for your love. Pallas, shall be both your Sword, and your Gage; Truth, bear your Shield, and fortune your Page, WHy this is a sport, See it North, see it South, For the taste of the Court, For the Courts own mouth. Come Windsor, the Town, With the Mayor, and oppose, we'll put them all down, Do— do— down like my hose. A Gipsy in his shape Moore calls the beholder, Than the fellow with the Ape, Or the Ape on his shoulder. he's a sight that will take An old Judge from his Wench, I, and keep him awake, Yes, awake on the Bench. And has so much worth, Though he sit i'the stocks, He will draw the Girls forth, I, forth i'their smocks. Tut, a man's a man; Let the Clowns with their Sluts Come mend us if they can, If they can, for their guts. Come mend us, come lend us, their shouts, and their noise, Like thunder, and wonder at Ptolemy's boys. O the Lord! what be these? Tom dost thou know? Come hither, come hither Dick, didst thou ever see such? the finest Olive-coloured spirits, they have so danced, and gingled here, as if they had been a set of overgrown Fairies. They should be Morris-dancers by their jingle, but they have no napkins: Not, nor a Hobby-horse. O, he's often forgotten, that's no rule; but there is no Mayd-marian, nor Friar amongst them, which is the surer mark. Nor a Fool that I see. Unless they be all fools. Well said Tom fool; why thou simple pish Ass thou! didst thou never see any Gipsies? these are a covey of Gipsies, and the bravest new-come, that ever Constable flew at; goodly game Gipsies, they are Gipsies o''is year, o''is Moon in my conscience. O they are called the Moon men I remember now! One shall hardly see such gentlemanlike- Gipsies, though under a hedge in a whole Summer's day, if they be Gipsies. Male Gipsies all, not a Mort among them. Where? where? I could never endure the sight of these Rogue-Gipsies, which be they: I would feign see'em. Yonder they are.
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ONely your hand, and welcome to Court, Here is a man both for earneſt, and ſport. You were lately employ'd And your Maſter is joy'd To have ſuch in his traine So well can ſuſtaine His perſon abroad, And not ſhrinke for the load. But had you beene here, You ſhould have beene a Gipſie I ſweare, Our Captaine had ſummond you by a doxie, To whom you would not have anſwer'd by proxie, One, had ſhe come in the way of your Scepter, Tis ods, you had layd it by to have leapt her. A Hunter you have beene heretofore, And had game good ſtore; But ever you went Upon a new ſent, And ſhifted your loves As often as they did their ſmockes, or their gloves: But ſince that your brave intendments are Now bent for the warre, The world ſhall ſee You can conſtant be, One Miſtris to prove, And court her for your love. Pallas, ſhall be both your Sword, and your Gage; Truth, beare your Shield, and fortune your Page, WHy this is a ſport, See it North, ſee it South, For the taſte of the Court, For the Courts own mouth. Come Windſor, the Towne, With the Maior, and oppoſe, Weell put them all downe, Do—do—downe like my hoſe. A Gipſie in his ſhape More calls the beholder, Then the fellow with the Ape, Or the Ape on his ſhoulder. H'is a ſight that will take An old Judge from his Wench, I, and keepe him awake, Yes, awake on the Bench. And has ſo much worth, Though he ſit i'the ſtocks, He will draw the Girles forth, I, forth i'their ſmocks. Tut, a man's a man; Let the Clownes with their Sluts Come mend us if they can, If they can, for their guts. Come mend us, come lend us, their ſhouts, and their noyſe, Like thunder, and wonder at Ptolomies boyes. OH the Lord! what be theſe? Tom doſt thou know? Come hither, come hither Dick, didſt thou ever ſee ſuch? the fineſt Olive-colour'd ſpirits, they have ſo danc'd, and gingled here, as if they had beene a ſett of over-growne Fayries. They ſhould be Morris-dancers by their gingle, but they have no napkins: No, nor a Hobby-horſe. Oh, hees often forgotten, that's no rule; but there is no Maydmarian, nor Friar amongſt them, which is the ſurer marke. Nor a Foole that I ſee. Unleſſe they be all fooles. Well ſed Tom foole; why thou ſimple piſh Aſſe thou! didſt thou never ſee any Gipſies? theſe are a covie of Gipſies, and the braveſt new-come, that ever Conſtable flew at; goodly game Gipſies, they are Gipſies o'this yeare, o'this Moone in my conſcience. Oh they are called the Moone men I remember now! One ſhall hardly ſee ſuch gentleman-like-Gipſies, though under a hedge in a whole Summers day, if they be Gipſies. Male Gipſies all, not a Mort among them. Where? where? I could never endure the ſight of theſe Rogue-Gipſies, which be they: I would faine ſee'em. Yonder they are.