Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 522 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Oh, sweet FASTIDIUS BRISKE! O fine courtier! thou art he makest me sigh, and say, how blessed is that woman that hath a courtier to her husband! and how miserable a dame she is, that hath neither husband, nor friend i' the court! O, sweet FASTIDIUS! O, fine courtier! How comely he bows him in his curtsy! how full he hits a woman between the lips when he kisses! how upright he sits at the table! how daintily he carves! how sweetly he talks, and tells news of this lord, and of that lady! how cleanly he wipes his spoon, at every spoonful of any white-meat he eats, and what a neat case of pick-teeth he carries about him, still! O, sweet FASTIDIUS! O, fine courtier! SEe, yonder she is, gentlemen. Now (as ever you'll bear the name of musicians) touch your instruments sweetly, she has a delicate ear, I tell you: play not a false note, I beseech you. Fear not, siguior DELIRO. O, begin, begin, some sprightly thing: Lord, how my imagination labours with the success of it. Well said, good i'faith! heaven grant it please her. I'll not be seen, for then she'll be sure to dislike it. hay— da! this is excellent! I'll lay my life, this is my husband's dotage. I thought so; nay, never play peekaboo with me, I know, you do nothing but study how to anger me, sir. Anger thee, sweet wife? why didst thou not send for musicians to supper last night, thyself? To supper, sir? now, come up to supper, I beseech you: as though there were no difference between supper time, when folks should be merry, and this time when they would be melancholy? I would never take upon me to take a wife, if I had no more judgement to please her. Be pleased, sweet wife, and they shall ha' done: and would to fate, my life were done, if I can never please thee. Save you, lady, where is master DELIRO? Here, master MACILENTE: you are welcome from court, sir; no doubt you have been graced exceedingly of master BRISKE'S Mistress, and the rest of the ladies, for his sake? Alas, the poor fantastic! he's scarce known To any lady there; and those that know him, Know him the simplest man of all they know: Deride, and play upon his amorous humours, Though he but apishly doth imitate The gallantest courtiers, kissing ladies pumps. Holding the cloth for them, praising their wits, And servilely observing every one, May do them pleasure: fearful to be seen With any man (though he be ne'er so worthy) That's not in grace with some, that are the greatest. Thus courtiers do, and these he counterfeits. But sets not such a sightly carriage Upon their vanities, as they themselves; And therefore they despise him: for indeed he's like the Zany, to a tumbler, That tries tricks after him, to make men laugh. Here's an unthankful spiteful wretch! the good gentleman vouchsafed to make him his companion (because my husband put him into a few rags) and now see, how the unrude rascal backbites him!
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh, sweete FASTIDIVS BRISKE! Ô fine courtier! thou art hee mak'st me sigh, and say, how blessed is that woman that hath a courtier to her husband! and how miserable a dame shee is, that hath neyther husband, nor friend i' the court! O, sweet FASTIDIVS! Ô, fine courtier! How comely he bowes him in his court'sie! how full hee hits a woman betweene the lips when hee kisses! how vpright hee sits at the table! how daintily he carues! how sweetly he talkes, and tels newes of this lord, and of that lady! how cleanely he wipes his spoone, at euery spoonfull of any whit-meat he eates, and what a neat case of pick-tooths he carries about him, still! O, sweet FASTIDIVS! Ô, fine courtier! SEe, yonder shee is, gentlemen. Now (as euer you'll beare the name of musicians) touch your instruments sweetly, shee has a delicate eare, I tell you: play not a false note, I beseech you. Feare not, siguior DELIRO. O, begin, begin, some sprightly thing: Lord, how my imagination labours with the successe of it. Well said, good yfaith! heauen grant it please her. I'le not be seene, for then shee'le be sure to dislike it. Hey—da! this is excellent! I'le lay my life, this is my husbands dotage. I thought so; nay, neuer play peeke-boe with me, I know, you doe nothing but studie how to anger me, sir. Anger thee, sweet wife? why didst thou not send for musicians to supper last night, thy selfe? To supper, sir? now, come vp to supper, I beseech you: as though there were no difference between supper time, when folkes should be merry, and this time when they would be melancholy? I would neuer take vpon me to take a wife, if I had no more iudgement to please her. Be pleas'd, sweet wife, and they shall ha' done: and would to fate, my life were done, if I can neuer please thee. Saue you, lady, where is master DELIRO? Here, master MACILENTE: you are welcome from court, sir; no doubt you haue beene grac't exceedingly of master BRISKES Mistris, and the rest of the ladies, for his sake? Alas, the poore phantasticke! hee's scarce knowne To any lady there; and those that know him, Know him the simplest man of all they know: Deide, and play vpon his amorous humours, Though he but apishly doth imitate The gallant'st courtiers, kissing ladies pumps. Holding the cloth for them, praising their wits, And seruilely obseruing euery one, May doe them pleasure: fearefull to be seene With any man (though he be ne're so worthy) That's not in grace with some, that are the greatest. Thus courtiers doe, and these he counterfeits. But sets not such a sightly carriage Vpon their vanities, as they themselues; And therefore they despise him: for indeed Hee's like the Zani, to a tumbler, That tries tricks after him, to make men laugh. Here's an vnthankfull spitefull wretch! the good gentleman vouchsaft to make him his companion (because my husband put him into a few rags) and now see, how the vnrude rascall back-bites him!