The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 26 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.79 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
We met in France, Sir. In France! that Garden of humanity, The very seedplot of all courtesies: I wonder that your friendship sucked that aliment, The milk of France; and see this sour effect It doth produce, 'gainst all the sweets of travel: There, every Gentleman professing arms, Thinks he is bound in honour to embrace The bearing of a Challenge for another, Without or questioning the cause, or ask Lest colour of a reason. There's no Cowardice, No Poultrounerie, like urging why? wherefore? But carry a Challenge, die, and do the thing. Why, hear you Mr. Compass, I but crave Your ear in private? I would carry his Challenge, If I but hoped your Captain angry enough To kill him: For (to tell you truth) this Knight, Is an impertinent in Court, (we think him:) And troubles my Lords Lodgings, and his Table With frequent, and unnecessary visits, Which we (the better sort of Servants) like not: Being his Fellows in all other places, But at our Master's board; and we disdain To do those servile offices, often times, His foolish pride, and Empire will exact, Against the heart, or humour of a Gentleman. Truth Mr. Bias, I'd not ha' you think I speak to flatter you: but you are one O' the deepest Politics I ever met, And the most subtly rational. I admire you. But do not you conceive in such a case, That you are accessary to his death, From whom you carry a Challenge with such purpose. Sir the corruption of one thing in nature, Is held the Generation of another; And therefore, I had as leive be accessary Unto his death, as to his life. A new Moral Philosophy too! you'll carry't than. If I were sure, it would not incense his choler To beaten the Messenger. O I'll secure you, You shall deliver it in my lodging; safely, And do your friend a service worthy thanks. I'll venture it, upon so good Induction, To rid the Court of an Impediment, This baggage Knight. Peace to you all Gentlemen, Save to this Mushroom; who I hear is menacing Me with a Challenge: which I come to anticipate, And save the Law a labour: Will you fight Sir? Yes, in my shirt. O, that's to save your doublet; I know it a Court trick! you had rather have An Ulcer in your body, than a Pink Moore i' your clothes. Captain, you are a Coward, If you not fight i' your shirt. Sir I not mean To put it of for that, nor yet my doublet: Ye have cause to call me Coward, that more fear The stroke of the common, and life giving air, Than all your fury, and the panoply. (Which is at best, but a thin linen armour.) I think a cup of generous wine were better, Than fight i' your shirts. Sir, Sir, my valour, It is a valour of another nature, Than to be mended by a cup of wine.
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We met in France, Sir. In France! that Garden of humanity, The very ſeed-plot of all courteſies: I wonder that your friendſhip ſuck'd that aliment, The milke of France; and ſee this ſower effect It doth produce, 'gainſt all the ſweets of travell: There, every Gentleman profeſſing armes, Thinkes he is bound in honour to imbrace The bearing of a Challenge for another, Without or queſtioning the cauſe, or asking Leaſt colour of a reaſon. There's no Cowardize, No Poultrounerie, like urging why? wherefore? But carry a Challenge, die, and doe the thing. Why, heare you Mr. Compaſſe, I but crave Your eare in private? I would carry his Challenge, If I but hop'd your Captaine angry enough To kill him: For (to tell you truth) this Knight, Is an impertinent in Court, (wee thinke him:) And troubles my Lords Lodgings, and his Table With frequent, and unneceſſary viſits, Which wee (the better ſort of Servants) like not: Being his Fellowes in all other places, But at our Maſters boord; and we disdaine To doe thoſe ſervile offices, oft times, His fooliſh pride, and Empire will exact, Againſt the heart, or humour of a Gentleman. Truth Mr. Bias, I'ld not ha' you thinke I ſpeake to flatter you: but you are one O' the deepeſt Politiques I ever met, And the moſt ſubtily rationall. I admire you. But doe not you conceive in ſuch a caſe, That you are acceſſary to his death, From whom you carry a Challenge with ſuch purpoſe. Sir the corruption of one thing in nature, Is held the Generation of another; And therefore, I had as leive be acceſſory Vnto his death, as to his life. A new Morall Philoſophy too! you'l carry't then. If I were ſure, 't would not incenſe his choller To beat the Meſſenger. O' Ile ſecure you, You ſhall deliver it in my lodging; ſafely, And doe your friend a ſervice worthy thankes. Ile venture it, upon ſo good Induction, To rid the Court of an Impediment, This baggage Knight. Peace to you all Gentlemen, Save to this Muſhrome; who I heare is menacing Me with a Challenge: which I come to anticipate, And ſave the Law a labour: Will you fight Sir? Yes, in my ſhirt. O, that's to ſave your doublet; I know it a Court trick! you had rather have An Vlcer in your body, then a Pinke More i' your clothes. Captaine, you are a Coward, If you not fight i' your ſhirt. Sir I not meane To put it off for that, nor yet my doublet: Yo' have cauſe to call me Coward, that more feare The ſtroke of the common, and life giving aire, Then all your fury, and the Panoplie. (Which is at beſt, but a thin linnen armour.) I thinke a cup of generous wine were better, Then fighting i' your ſhirts. Sir, Sir, my valour, It is a valour of another nature, Then to be mended by a cup of wine.