The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 6 of 26
Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.70 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Nought grieves me Irus but that we are maids. Kept short of all things and have nought to give thee, But take our loves and in the wished proof, Of these high fortunes thou foretellest us. Nothing we have shall be to dear for thee. we that are sisters Irus by our vow, Will be of one self blood and thankful mind, To adore so clear a sight in one so blind. farewell most beauteous nymphs your loves to me. Shall more than gold or any treasure be, Now to my wardrobe for my velvet gown, now doth the sport begin, Come gird this pistol closely to my side, By which I make men fear my humour still, And have slain two or three as 'twere my When I have done it most advisedly (mood To rid them as they were my heavy foes, Now am I known to be the mad brain Count, Whose humours twice, five summers I have held, And said at first I came from stately Rome, Calling myself Count Hermes and assuming The humour of a wild and frantic man, Careless of what I say or what I do, And so such faults as I of purpose do, Is buried in my humour and this gown I wear, In rain or snow or in the hottest summer, And never go nor ride without a gown, which humour doth not fit my frenzy well, But hides my person's form from being known, When I Cleanthes am to be descried, How now master brother. Oh sir you are very well suited. Now M. burgomaster. I pray you remember to seize on all Aleantisthenes his goods His lands and cattles to my proper use, As I am Leon the rich usurer. The sun is down and all is forfeited. It shallbe done my noble Count. And withal sir I pray you forget not your love, Tomorrow morning at her father's door. Ah my good Count I cannot that forget, For still to keep my memory in order, As I am burgomaster, so love is my recorder. Now see a morning in an evening rise. The morning of my love and of my joy, I will not say of beauty, that were pride, With in this tower I would I had a torch, To light like hero my leander heather, Who shall be my leander let me see, Rehearse my fortune. When you see one clad in a velvet gown And a black patch upon his eye, A patch, patch that I am, why that may be a patch of cloth, Of buckram, or a fustian cloth, say with a velvet patch, Upon his eye & so my thoughts may patch up love the better See where he comes, the Count, what girl a countesse, See, see, he looks as Irus said he should go not away my love, I'll meet thee straight. Oh I thank you I am much beholding to you, I saw her in the tower and now she is come down, Luck to this patch and to this velvet gown.
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Nought grues me Irus but that we are maides. Kept short of all thinges and haue nought to giue thee, But take our loues and in the wished proofe, Of these high frtunes thou foretellest vs. Nothing we haue shall bee to deare for thee. we that are sisters Irus by our vow, VVill be of one selfe blood and thankefull minde, To adore so cleare a sight in one so blinde. farewell most beautious Nimphes your loues to mee. Shall ore then gold or any treasure bee, Now to my wardroppe for my veluet gowne, now doth the sport beginne, Come gird this pistole closely to my side, By which I make men feare my humor still, And haue slayne two or three as twere my VVhen I haue done it most aduisedly (mood To rid them as they were my heauie foes, Now am I knowne to be the mad braine Count, VVhose humours twise, fiue summers I haue held, And sayde at first I came from stately Rome, Calling my selfe Count Hermes and assuming The humour of a wild and franticke man, Carelesse of what I say or what I doe, And so such faultes as I of purpose doe, Is buried in my humor and this gowne I weare, In rayne or snowe or in the hottest sommer, And neuer goe nor ride without a gowne, which humor doth not fit my frencie wel, But hides my persons forme from beeing knowne, VVhen I Cleanthes am to be discried, How now maister brother. Oh sir you are very well suted. Now M. Burgomaister. I pray you remember to seaze on all Aleantisthenes his goods His landes and cattels to my propper vse, As I am Leon the rich vsurer. The sunne is downe and all is forfeited. It shlbe doone my noble Count. And withal sir I pray you forget not your loue, To morrow morning at her fathers doore. Ah my good Count I cannot that forget, For still to keepe my memorie in order, As I am Burgomaister, so loue is my recorder. Now see a morning in an euening rise. The morning of my loue and of my ioy, I will not say of beautie, that were pride, VVith in this tower I would I had a torch, To light like hero my leander heater, VVho shall be my leader let me see, Reherse my fortune. When you see one clad in a veluet gowne And a blacke patch vpon his eye, A patch, patch that I am, why that may be a patch of cloth, Of Buckrome, or a fustian cloth, say with a veluet patch, Vpon his eye & so my thoughts may patch vp loue the better See where he comes, the Count, what girle a countesse, See, see, he lookes as Irus said he should go not away my loue, Ile meete thee straight. Oh I thanke you I am much beholding to you, I sawe her in the tower and now she is come downe, Lucke to this patch and to this veluet gowne.