Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 478 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Now Madam summon up your dearest spirits, Consider who the King your father sends: To whom he sends, and what's his Embassy. Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem, To parley with the sole inheritor Of all perfections that a man may owe, Matchless Navarre, the plea of no less weight Than Aquitaine, a Dowry for a Queen. Be now as prodigal of all dear grace, As Nature was in making Graces dear, When she did starve the general world beside, And prodigally gave them all to you. Good L. Boyet, my beauty though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, Not uttered by base sale of chapmen's tongues: I am less proud to hear you tell my worth, Then you much wiling to be counted wise, In spending your wit in the praise of mine. But now to task the tasker, good Boyet, You are not ignorant all-telling fame Doth noise abroad Navarre hath made a vow, Till painful study shall outwear three years, No woman may approach his silent Court: Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course, Before we enter his forbidden gates, To know his pleasure, and in that behalf Bold of your worthiness, we single you, As our best moving fair solicitor: Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, On serious business craving quick dispatch, Importunes personal conference with his grace. Haste, signify so much while we attend, Like humble visaged suitors his high will. Proud of employment, willingly I go. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so: Who are the Votaries my loving Lords, that are vow-fellowes with this virtuous Duke? Longavill is one. Know you the man? I know him Madame at a marriage feast, Between L. Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Iaques Fauconbridge solemnised. In Normandy saw I this Longauill, A man of sovereign parts he is esteemed: Well fitted in Arts, glorious in Arms: Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss, If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil, Is a sharp wit matched with too blunt a Will: Whose edge hath power to cut whose will still will, It should none spare that come within his power. Some merry mocking Lord belike, is't so? They say so most, that most his humours know. Such short lived wits do whither as they grow. Who are the rest? The young Dumain, a well accomplished youth, Of all that Virtue love, for Virtue loved. Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill: For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, And shape to win grace though she had no wit. I saw him at the Duke Alansoes' once, And much too little of that good I saw, Is my report to his great worthiness.
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Now Madam ſummon vp your deareſt ſpirits, Conſider who the King your father ſends: To whom he ſends, and what's his Embaſſie. Your ſelfe, held precious in the worlds eſteeme, To parlee with the ſole inheritour Of all perfections that a man may owe, Matchleſſe Nauarre, the plea of no leſſe weight Then Aquitaine, a Dowrie for a Queene. Be now as prodigall of all deare grace, As Nature was in making Graces deare, When ſhe did ſtarue the generall world beſide, And prodigally gaue them all to you. Good L. Boyet, my beauty though but mean, Needs not the painted flouriſh of your praiſe: Beauty is bought by iudgement of the eye, Not vttred by baſe ſale of chapmens tongues: I am leſſe proud to heare you tell my worth, Then you much wiling to be counted wiſe, In ſpending your wit in the praiſe of mine. But now to taske the tasker, good Boyet, You are not ignorant all-telling fame Doth noyſe abroad Nauar hath made a vow, Till painefull ſtudie ſhall out-weare three yeares, No woman may approach his ſilent Court: Therefore to's ſeemeth it a needfull courſe, Before we enter his forbidden gates, To know his pleaſure, and in that behalfe Bold of your worthineſſe, we ſingle you, As our beſt mouing faire ſoliciter: Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, On ſerious buſineſſe crauing quicke diſpatch, Importunes perſonall conference with his grace. Haſte, ſignifie ſo much while we attend, Like humble viſag'd ſuters his high will. Proud of imployment, willingly I goe. All pride is willing pride, and yours is ſo: Who are the Votaries my louing Lords, that are vow-fellowes with this vertuous Duke? Longauill is one. Know you the man? I know him Madame at a marriage feaſt, Betweene L. Perigort and the beautious heire Of Iaques Fauconbridge ſolemnized. In Normandie ſaw I this Longauill, A man of ſoueraigne parts he is eſteem'd: Well fitted in Arts, glorious in Armes: Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. The onely ſoyle of his faire vertues gloſſe, If vertues gloſſe will ſtaine with any ſoile, Is a ſharp wit match'd with too blunt a Will: Whoſe edge hath power to cut whoſe will ſtill wills, It ſhould none ſpare that come within his power. Some merry mocking Lord belike, iſt ſo? They ſay ſo moſt, that moſt his humors know. Such ſhort liu'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the reſt? The yong Dumaine, a well accompliſht youth, Of all that Vertue loue, for Vertue loued. Moſt power to doe moſt harme, leaſt knowing ill: For he hath wit to make an ill ſhape good, And ſhape to win grace though ſhe had no wit. I ſaw him at the Duke Alanſoes once, And much too little of that good I ſaw, Is my report to his great worthineſſe.