Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 504 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.
That will appear anon, never preoccupy your imagination withal. Let your mind keep company with the Scene still, which now removes itself from the country, to the court. Here comes MACILENTE, and signor BRISKE, freshly suited, lose not yourself, for now the Epitasis, or busy part of our subject, is in act. WEll, now, signor MACILENTE, you are not only welcome to the court but also to my mistress withdrawing chamber: Boy, get me some tobacco, I'll but go in, and show I am here, and come to you presently, sir. What's that he said? by heaven, I marked him not: My thoughts, and I, were of another world. I was admiring mine own outside here, To think what privilege, and palm it bears Here, in the court! Be a man ne'er so vile In wit, in judgement, manners, or what else; If he can purchase but a silken cover, He shall not only pass, but pass regarded: Whereas, let him be poor, and meanly clad, Though ne'er so richly parted; you shall have A fellow (that knows nothing but his beef, Or how to rinse his clammy guts in beer) Will take him by the shoulders, or the throat, And kick him down the stairs. Such is the state Of virtue, in bad clothes! ha, ha, ha, ha, That raiment should be in such high request! How long should I be, ere I should put off To the lord chancellors tomb, or the Shrives' posts? By heaven (I think) a thousand, thousand year. His gravity, his wisdom, and his faith, To my dread Sovereign (graces that survive him) These I could well endure to reverence, But not his tomb: no more than I'd commend The chapel organ, for the guilt without, Or this base viol, for the varnished face. I fear I have made you stay somewhat long, sir, but is my tobacco ready, boy? I, sir. Give me, my mistress is upon coming, you shall see her presently, sir, you'll say you never accosted a more piercing wit. This tobacco is not dried, boy, or else the pipe's defective. Oh, your wits of Italy are nothing comparable to her! her brain's a very quiver of jests! and she does dart them abroad with that sweet lose, and judicial aim, that you would— here she comes sir. 'Twas time, his invention had been bogged else. Give me my fan there. How now, Monsieur BRISKE? A kind of affectionate reverence strikes me with a cold shivering (me thinks.) I like such tempers well, as stand before their mistresses with fear and trembling, and before their maker, like impudent mountains. By this hand, I'd spend twenty pound my vaulting-horse stood here now, she might see me do but one trick? Why, does she love activity? Or if you had but your long stockings on, to be dancing a galliard, as she comes by. I either. O, these stirring humours make ladies mad with desire: she comes. My good GENIUS embolden me, boy, the pipe quickly.
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That will appeare anon, neuer preoccupie your imagination withall. Let your mind keepe companie with the Scene still, which now remoues it selfe from the countrey, to the court. Here comes MACILENTE, and signior BRISKE, freshly suted, lose not your selfe, for now the Epitasis, or busie part of our subiect, is in act. WEll, now, signior MACILENTE, you are not onely welcome to the court but also to my mistris withdrawing chamber: Boy, get me some tabacco, I'le but goe in, and shew I am here, and come to you presently, sir. What's that he said? by heauen, I markt him not: My thoughts, and I, were of another world. I was admiring mine owne out-side here, To thinke what priuiledge, and palme it beares Here, in the court! Be a man ne're so vile In wit, in judgement, manners, or what else; If he can purchase but a silken couer, He shall not only passe, but passe regarded: Whereas, let him be poore, and meanely clad, Though ne're so richly parted; you shall haue A fellow (that knowes nothing but his beefe, Or how to rince his clammy guts in beere) Will take him by the shoulders, or the throat, And kicke him downe the staires. Such is the state Of vertue, in bad clothes! ha, ha, ha, ha, That raiment should be in such high request! How long should I be, ere I should put off To the lord Chancelors tombe, or the Shriues posts? By heauen (I thinke) a thousand, thousand yeere. His grauitie, his wisedome, and his faith, To my dread Soueraigne (graces that suruiue him) These I could well endure to reuerence, But not his tombe: no more then I'ld commend The chappell organ, for the guilt without, Or this base violl, for the varnisht face. I feare I haue made you stay somewhat long, sir, but is my tabacco readie, boy? I, sir. Giue me, my mistris is vpon comming, you shall see her presently, sir, you'le say you neuer accosted a more piercing wit. This abacco is not dryed, boy, or else the pipe's defectiue. Oh, your wits of Italie are nothing comparable to her! her braine's a verie quiuer of iests! and she do's dart them abroad with that sweete loose, and iudiciall aime, that you would—here she comes sir. 'Twas time, his inuention had beene bogd else. Giue me my fanne there. How now, Monsieur BRISKE? A kind of affectionate reuerence strikes mee with a cold shiuering (me thinkes.) I like such tempers well, as stand before their mistresses with feare and trembling, and before their maker, like impudent mountaines. By this hand, I'ld spend twentie pound my vauting-horse stood here now, she might see me doe but one tricke? Why, do's she loue actiuitie? Or if you had but your long stockings on, to be dancing a galliard, as she comes by. I eyther. O, these stirring humours make ladies mad with desire shee comes. My good GENIVS embolden me, boy, the pipe quickly.