Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Cobbler's Prophecy · chunk 5 of 24

Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals)
moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?)
T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta typicality 0.82 · 508 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.

What the Courtier dreamingly possesses, the Country Gentleman with curses, and the Soldier with cares: I quietly enjoy without control. In my study I contemplate what can be done in battles, & with my pen hurt more than thousands do with pikes, I strike him that sees me not. I thought you were a proper man of your hands to come behind one. I see the height of heaven. But thou makest no haste thither. I view the depth of hell. Is there any room in hell for cursed wives and cobblers shops. Content is my landlord, peace and quiet are my companions, I am not with the Courtier bound to dance attendance; nor with the Countryman bind I others to attend on me. I possess pleasure more than mortal, and my contemplation is only of the life immortal. But you would be glad to creep in credit in the Court Scholar, and not be curious of the means, for all your coyness. I will not acquaint you sir with my intent, for they are fools that in secret affairs are too familiar, know this, that I intend to await occasion. Faith Master Scholar yet it stands not with your protestation. Nor with you Soldier to be thus blunt after your rude fashion. Alas sir, you must needs be excellent: for Piers & Plain your poor tenants pray for ye: their bread and cheese is seldom denied to any, when your small beer is scarce common to many. You know what will be made of a fat ox as well as the Grazier, of the tallow as well as the Butcher, of a tod of wool as well as the Stapler. What hath any man to do what I do with mine own? I all's thine own that comes in thy hands. Sir you would make enough of it in yours to. I master Courtier, that's to deal as you do. This soldier is as rough as if he were in the field. Where you would be as tame. Has a proud heart though a beggars habit. Where I frequent this habit serves my turn: and as goodly a sight were it to see you there in your silks, as the scholar skirmishing in his long gown, or the country Gentleman riding on a fat Ox with a mole spade on his neck. What, riding running, braving, brawling, I see ye pass not for a prophet's calling: Therefore I will not be so mad, To cast Pearls to swine so bad. Prithee Raph stay a little. Little little seeing God, I shall see you in a spital. Your disputation being done Gentlemen, which hath highly contented me? what will ye now do? Marry we will all to the eighteen pence Ordinary, how say ye Gentlemen? No sir, not I, 'tis too dear by my faith. Why you shall be my guest for this once. How say you master soldier? No sir I must turn one of your meals into three. And every one a sufficient banquet for me.
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PlayThe Cobbler's Prophecy
AuthorWilson, Robert
Publication year (edition)1594
First performance / composition (Annals)1590 [c.1589-1593]
First performance (BritDrama)1592 [1589-1593]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 238 · TCP A15515 · DEEP 191
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 243–274 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 24 in this edition
Length508 words · 625 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T62 — The courtier as a type: fashion, affectation and foreign manners cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.821 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T60 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVhat the Courtier dreamingly possesses, the Countrey Gentleman with cursses, and the Souldiour with cares: I quietly enioy without controll. In my studie I contemplate what can be done in batels, & with my pen hurt more than thousands doo with pikes, I strike him that sees me not. I thought you were a proper man of your hands to come behinde one. I see the height of heauen. But thou makest no hast thither. I view the depth of hell. Is there anie roome in hell for curst wiues and Coblers shops. Content is my landlorde, peace and quiet are my companions, I am not with the Courtier bound to daunce attendance; nor with the Countriman binde I others to attende on mee. I possesse pleasure more than mortall, and my contemplation is onely of the life immortall. But you would bee glad to creepe in credit in the Court Scholler, and not be curious of the meanes, for all your coynesse. I will not acquaint you sir with my intent, for they are fooles that in secret affaires are too familiar, know this, that I intend to awaite occasion. Faith Master Scholler yet it stands not with your protestation. Nor with you Soldier to be thus blunt after your rude fashion. Alas sir, you must needes be exelent: for Piers & Plaine your poore tenants pray for ye: their bread and cheese is seldom denied to anie, when your small beere is scarse common to manie. You know what wil be made of a fat oxe as well as the Grasier, of the tallowe as well as the Butcher, of a tod of wooll as well as the Stapler. VVhat hath any man to doe what I doe with mine owne? I alls thine owne that comes in thy hands. Sir you would make enough of it in yours to. I master Courtier, thats to deale as you doe. This souldier is as rough as if he were in the field▪ VVhere you would be as tame. Has a proud hart though a beggers habit. Where I frequent this habit serues my turne: and as goodly a sight were it to see you there in your silkes, as the scholler skirmishing in his long gown, or the countrey Gentleman riding on a fat Oxe with a mole spade on his necke. VVhat, riding running, brauing, bralling, I see ye passe not for a Prophets calling: Therefore I will not bee so mad, To cast Pearles to swine so bad. Prethee Raph stay a little. Little little seeing God, I shall see you in a spittle. Your disputation being done Gentlemen, which hath highly contented mee? what will ye now doo? Marry we will all to the eighteene pence Ordinary, how say ye Gentlemen? No sir, not I, tis too deere by my faith. VVhy you shall be my guest for this once. How saye you master souldier? No sir I must turne one of your meales into three. And euerie one a sufficient banquet for me.