Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 46 of 66
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1600 [1600-1601] (Annals) satire · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Your prizer is not ready AMORPHUS. Apprehend your places, he shall be soon; and at all points. Is there anybody come to answer him? Shall we have any sport. Sport of importance; howsoever, give me the gloves. Gloves! why gloves, signor? What's the ceremony? Besides their received fitness, at all prizes, they are here properly accommodate to the nuptials of my scholars haviour to the lady courtship. Please you apparel your hands. Madam PHANTASTE, madam PHILAUTIA, Guardian, signor HEDON, signor ANAIDES, Gentlemen all, Ladies. Thanks, good AMORPHUS. I will now call forth my provost, and present him. Heart! why should not we be masters, as well as he? That's true, and play our master's prizes, as well as the tother? In sadness, for using your court-weapons, methinks, you may. Nay, but why should not we ladies play our prizes, I pray? I see no reason, but we should take 'em down, at their own weapons. Troth, and so we may, if we handle 'em well. I indeed, forsooth, Madame, if 'twere i' the city, we would think foul scorn, but we would, forsooth. Pray you, what should we call your name? My name is, Downfall. Good mistress Downfall! I am sorry, your husband could not get in. 'Tis no matter for him, sir. No, no, she has the more liberty for herself. Peace, peace: They come. So. Keep up your ruff: the tincture of your neck is not all so pure, but it will ask it. Maintain your sprig vpright; your cloak on your half-shoulder falling; So: I will read your bill, advance it, and present you. Be it known to all that profess courtship, by these presents (from the white satin reveller, to the cloth of tissue, and bodkin) that we, ULYSSES-POLYTROPUS-AMORPHUS, Master of the noble, and subtle science of courtship, do give leave and licence to our Provost, ACOLASTVS-POLYPRAGMON-ASOTVS, to play his Master's prize, against all Masters whatsoever in this subtle mystery, at these four, the choice, and most cunning weapons of court-complement, viz. the bare Accost; the better regard; the solemn Address; and the perfect Close. These are therefore to give notice, to all comers, that he, she said Acolastus-Polypragmon-Asotus, is here present (by the help of his Mercer, tailor, Milliner, Sempster, and so forth) at his designed hour, in this fair gallery, the present day of this present month, to perform, and do his uttermost for the achievement, and bearing away of the prizes, which are these: viz. for the bare Accost, two Wall-eyes, in a face forced: For the better regard, a Face favourably simpering, with a Farm waving: For the solemn Address, two Lips wagging, and never a wise word: For the perfect Close, a Wring by the hand, with a Banquet in a corner. And PHOEBUS save CYNTHIA. Appeareth no man yet, to answer the prizer? No voice? Music, give them their summons. The solemnity of this is excellent. Silence. Well, I perceive your name is their terror; and keepeth them back.
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Your prizer is not readie AMORPHVS. Apprehend your places, hee shall be soone; and at all points. Is there any body come to answer him? Shal we haue any sport. Sport of importance; howsoeuer, giue me the gloues. Gloues! why gloues, Signior? What's the ceremonie? Besides their receiu'd fitnesse, at all prizes, they are here properly accommodate to the nuptials of my schollers hauiour to the ladie courtship. Please you apparell your hands. Madam PHANTASTE, madam PHILAVTIA, Guardian, Signior HEDON, Signior ANAIDES, Gentlemen all, Ladies. Thankes, good AMORPHVS. I will now call forth my prouost, and present him. Heart! why should not we be masters, aswell as he? That's true, and play our masters prizes, as well as the t'other? In sadnesse, for vsing your court-weapons, me thinks, you may. Nay, but why should not wee ladies play our prizes, I pray? I see no reason, but we should take 'hem downe, at their owne weapons. Troth, and so we may, if we handle 'hem well. I indeed, forsooth, Madame, if'twere i' the citie, wee would thinke foule scorne, but we would, forsooth. Pray you, what shoul'd we call your name? My name is, Downefall. Good mistris Downefall! I am sorry, your husband could not get in. 'Tis no matter for him, sir. No, no, shee has the more liberty for her selfe. Peace, peace: They come. So. Keepe vp your ruffe: the tincture of your necke is not all so pure, but it will aske it. Maintayne your sprig vpright; your cloke on your halfe-shoulder falling; So: I will reade your bill, aduance it, and present you. Be it knowne to all that professe courtship, by these presents (from the white sattin reueller, to the cloth of tissue, and bodkin) that we, VLYSSES-POLYTROPVS-AMORPHVS, Master of the noble, and subtile science of courtship, doe giue leaue and licence to our Prouost, ACOLASTVS-POLYPRAGMON-ASOTVS, to play his Masters prize, against all Masters whatsoeuer in this subtile mysterie, at these foure, the choice, and most cunning weapons of court-complement, viz. the bare Accost; the better Reguard; the solemne Addresse; and the perfect Close. These are therefore to giue notice, to all commers, that hee, he said ACOLASTVS-POLYPRAGON-ASOTVS, is here present (by the helpe of his Merer, Taylor, Millaer, Sempster, and so forth) at his designed houre, in this faire gallery, the present day of this present moneth, to performe, and doe his vttermost for the atchieuement, and bearing away of the prizes, which are these: viz. for the bare Accost, two Wall-eyes, in a face forced: For the better Rguard, a Face fauourably simpring, with a Farme wauing: For the solemne Addresse, two Lips wagging, and neuer a wise word: For the perfect Close, a Wring by the hand, with a Banquet in a corner. And PHOEBVS sae CYNTHIA. Appeareth no man yet, to answere the prizer? No voice? Musique, giue them their summons. The solemnity of this is excellent. Silence. Well, I perceiue your name is their terror; and keepeth them backe.