The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 7 of 26
Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
How now shall I be troubled with this rude spaniard now, One word sweet nymph. How now sirrah what are you, I am signior Braggadino the martial spaniardo the aid of Egypt in her present wars, but lesu what art thou that hast the guts of thy brains gripped with such famine of knowledge not to know me. How now sir I'll try the proof of your guts with my pistol if you be so saucy sir. Oh I know him well it is the rude Count the uncivil Count, the unstaid Count, the bloody Count, the Count of all Counts, better I were to hazard the dissolution of my brave soul against an host of grants then with this loose Count, otherwise I could tickle the Count, I faith my noble Count, I do descend to the craving of pardon, love blinded me I knew thee not. Oh sir you are but bonaventure not right spanish I perceive but do you hear sir are you in love. Surely the sudden glance of this lady Nymph hath suppled my spanish disposition with love that never before dreamt of a woman's concavity. A woman's concavity, 'sblood what's that, Her hollow disposition which you see sweet nature will supply or otherwise stop up in her with solid or firm faith. Give me thy hand wear lovers both, shall we have her both No good sweet Count pardon me. Why then thus it shallbe we'll strike up a drum, set up a tent, call people together, put crowns a piece let's rifle for her. Nor that my honest Count. Why then thus it shallbe, we'll woo her both and him she likes best shall lead her home thorough streets holding her by both her hands, with his face towards her, the other shall follow with his back towards her biting of his thumbs, how sayest thou by this. It is ridiculous, but I am pleased for upon my life I do know this the shame will light on the neck of the Count. Well to it lets hear thee. Sweet Nymph a spaniard is compared to the to the great elixir or golden medicine. What dost thou come upon her with medicines dost thou think she is sore. Nay by thy sweet favour do not interrupt me. Well sir go forward. I say a spaniard is like the philosopher's stone. And I say another man's stone may be as good as a philosopher's at all times. By thy sweet favour. Well sir go on. Sweet nymph I love few words you know my intent my humour is in sophistical & plain I am spaniard a borne, my birth speaks for my nature, my nature for your grace, and should you see a whole Battle ranged by my skill you would commit your whole self to my affection, and so sweet nymph I kiss your hand. To see a whole battle ha ha ha what a jest is that, thou shalt see a whole battle come forth presently of me sa sa sa.
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How now shall I be troubled with this rude spaniard now, One worde sweet nimph. How now sirra what are you, I am sgneor Braggadino the Martiall spaniardo the aide of Aegypt in her present wars, but lesu what art thou that hast the guts of thy braines gript with such famine of knowledge not to know me. How now sir Ile trie the proofe of your guts with my pistoll if you be so saucie sir. Oh I know him well it is the rude Count the vnciuill Count, the vnstayed Count, the bloody Count, the Count of all Countes, better I were to hazard the dissolution of my braue soule agaynst an host of grantes then with this loose Count, otherwise I could tickle the Count, I fayth my noble Count, I doe descend to the crauing of pardon, loue blinded me I knewe thee not. Oh sir you are but bonaventure not right spanish I perceaue but doe you heare sir are you in loue. Surely the sodayne glaunce of this lady Nymph hath suppled my spanish disposition with loue that neuer before drempt of a womans concauitie. womans concuitie, sblood whats that, Her hollow dispositon which you see sweete nature will supplye or otherwise stop vp in her with solid or firme fayth. Giue me thy hand wear louers both, shall we haue her both No good sweete Count pardon me. VVhy then thus it shalbe weele strike vp a drumme, set vp a tent, call people together, put crownes a peece lets rise or her. Nor that my honest Count. VVhy then thus it shalbe, weele wooe her both and him she likes best shall lead her home thorow streetes holding her by both her handes, with his face towardes her, the other shall follow with his backe towards her biting of his thumbes, how sayest thou by this. It is ridiculous, but I am pleasd for vpon my life I do knw this the shame wil light on the neck of the Count. VVell to it lets heare thee. Sweete Nimph a spaniard is compard to the to the great elixar or golden medicine. VVhat dost thou come vpon her with medicines dst thou thinke she is sore. Nay by thy sweete fauour do not interrupt mee. VVell sir goe forward. I say a spaniard is like the Philosophers stone. And I say an other mans stone may bee as good as a Philosophers at all tymes. By thy sweete fauour. VVell sir goe on. Sweet nimph I loue few wordes you know my intent my humor is in sophistical & plaine I am borne, my byrth speakes for my nature, my nature for your grace, and should you see a whole Battaile ranged by my skil you would commit your whole selfe to my affection, and so sweet nimph I kisse your hand. To see a whole battaile ha ha ha what a iest is that, thou shlt se a whle battaile come forth presently of me sa sa sa.