Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Alas poor Romeo, he is already dead stabbed with a white wenches black eye, run through the ear with a Love song, the very pin of his heart, cleft with the blind Bowe-boyes butt-shaft, and is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Why what is Tibalt? More than Prince of Cats. Oh he's the Courageous Captain of Compliments: he fights as you sing pricksong, keeps time, distance, and proportion, he rests his minum, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a Dualist, a Dualist: a Gentleman of the very first house of the first and second cause: ah the immortal Passado, the Punto reverso, the Hay. The what? The Pox of such antique lisping affecting phantacies, these new tuners of accent: Iesu a very good blade, a very tall man, a very good whore. Why is not this a lamentable thing Grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies: these fashion Mongers, these pardon-mee's, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench. O their bones, their bones. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Without his Roe, like a dried Hearing. O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified? Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his Lady, was a kitchen wench, marry she had a better Love to be rhyme her: Dido a dowdy, Cleopatra a Gipsy, Helen and Hero, hildinsgs and Harlots: Thisbie a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, Bon iour, there's a French salutation to your French slop: you gave us the the counterfeit fairly last night. Good morrow to you both, what counterfeit did I give you? The slip sir, the slip, can you not conceive? Pardon Mercutio, my business was great, and in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy. That's as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Meaning to curtsy. Thou hast most kindly hit it. A most courteous exposition. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Pink for flower. Right. Why then is my Pump well flowered. Sure wit, follow me this jest, now till thou hast worn out thy Pump, that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing, sole-singular. O single soled jest, Solely singular for the singleness. Come between us good Benuolio, my wits faints. Swits and spurs, Swits and spurs, or I'll cry a match. Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goose chase, I am done: For thou hast more of the Wild-Goose in one of thy wits, than I am sure I have in my whole five. Was I with you there for the Goose? Thou wast never with me for any thing, when thou wast not there for the Goose. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Nay, good Goose bite not. Thy wit is a very Bitter-sweeting, It is a most sharp sauce.
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Alas poore Romeo, he is already dead ſtab'd with a white wenche blacke eye, runne through the eare with a Loue ſong, the very pinne of his heart, cleft with the blind Bowe-boyes but-ſhaft, and is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Why what is Tibalt? More then Prince of Cats. Oh hee's the Couragious Captaine of Complements: he fights as you ſing prickſong, keeps time, diſtance, and proportion, he reſts his minum, one, two, and the third in your boſom: the very butcher of a ſilk button, a Dualiſt, a Dualiſt: a Gentleman of the very firſt houſe of the firſt and ſecond cauſe: ah the immortall Paſſado, the Punto reuerſo, the Hay. The what? The Pox of ſuch antique liſping affecting phantacies, theſe new tuners of accent: Ieſu a very good blade, a very tall man, a very good whore. Why is not this a lamentable thing Grandſire, that we ſhould be thus afflicted with theſe ſtrange flies: theſe faſhion Mongers, theſe pardon-mee's, who ſtand ſo much on the new form, that they cannot ſit at eaſe on the old bench. O their bones, their bones. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Without his Roe, like a dryed Hering. O fleſh, fleſh, how art thou fiſhified? Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his Lady, was a kitchen wench, marrie ſhe had a better Loue to be rime her: Dido a dowdie, Cleopatra a Gipſie, Hellen and Hero, hildinſgs and Harlots: Thisbie a gray eie or ſo, but not to the purpoſe. Signior Romeo, Bon iour, there's a French ſalutation to your French ſlop: you gaue vs the the counterfait fairely laſt night. Good morrow to you both, what counterfeit did I giue you? The ſlip ſir, the ſlip, can you not conceiue? Pardon Mercutio, my buſineſſe was great, and in ſuch a caſe as mine, a man may ſtraine curteſie. That's as much as to ſay, ſuch a caſe as yours conſtrains a man to bow in the hams. Meaning to curſie. Thou haſt moſt kindly hit it. A moſt curteous expoſition. Nay, I am the very pinck of curteſie. Pinke for flower. Right. Why then is my Pump well flowr'd. Sure wit, follow me this ieaſt, now till thou haſt worne out thy Pump, that when the ſingle ſole of it is worne, the ieaſt may remaine after the wearing, ſole-ſingular. O ſingle ſol'd ieaſt, Soly ſingular for the ſingleneſſe. Come betweene vs good Benuolio, my wits faints. Swits and ſpurs, Swits and ſpurs, or Ile crie a match. Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Gooſe chaſe, I am done: For thou haſt more of the Wild-Gooſe in one of thy wits, then I am ſure I haue in my whole fiue. Was I with you there for the Gooſe? Thou waſt neuer with mee for any thing, when thou waſt not there for the Gooſe. I will bite thee by the eare for that ieſt. Nay, good Gooſe bite not. Thy wit is a very Bitter-ſweeting, It is a moſt ſharpe ſawce.