Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 50 of 66
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1600 [1600-1601] (Annals) satire · Children of the Chapel (second) T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta typicality 0.81 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Which take you at this next weapon? I lay a discretion, with you, on AMORPHUS head. Why, I take the french-behaved gentleman. 'Tis done, a discretion. A discretion? A pretty court-wager! would any discreet person hazard his wit, so? I'll lay a discretion, with you, ANAIDES. Hang 'em. I'll not venture a doit of discretion, on either of their heads.— No, he should venture all then. I like none of their plays. See, see, this is strange play! 'Tis too full of uncertain motion. He hobbles too much. 'Tis called your court-staggers, sir. That same fellow talks so, now he has a place. Hang him, neglect him. Your good ladyships affectioned. God's so! they speak at this weapon, brother! They must do so, sister, how should it be the better regard, else? methinks, he did not this respectively enough. Why, the Monsieur but dallies with him. Dallies? 'slight see, he'll put him too't, in earnest. Well done, AMORPHUS. That puff was good indeed. God's me! This is desperate play. He hits himself o'the shins. And he make this good through, he carries it, I warrant him. Indeed he displays his feet, rarely. See, see; He does the respective leer damnably well. The true idolater of your beauties, shall never pass their deities unadored: I rest your poor knight. See, now the oblique leer, or the Ianus: He satisfies all, with that aspect, most nobly. And most terribly he comes off: like your Rodomantada. How like you this play, ANAIDES? Good play; but 't is too rough, and boisterous. I will second it with a stroke easier, wherein I will prove his language. This is filthy, and grave, now. O, 't is cool, and wary play. we must not disgrace our own comrade, too much. Signora, ho tanto obligo per pefavore rescinto da lei; che verament dessidero con totto ill core, à remuneraria in part: & sicurative signior a mea cara, chè infera sempre pronto à servirla, & honorarla. Bascio le mane de vo' signoria. The venetian Dop this. Most unexpectedly excellent! The French goes down certain. As buckets are put down into a well; Or as a schoolboy.— truss up your simile, jackdaw, and observe. Now the Monsieur is moved. Bo-Peep. O, most antic. The french Quirk, this sir. Heart, he will overrun her! Madamoyselle, je voudroy que pouvoy monstrer mon affection, mais je suis tant mal heureuse, ci froid, ci laid, ci— je ne scay qui di dire— excuse moy, je suis tout vostre. O brave, and spirited! he's a right jovialist. No, no: AMORPHUS gravity outweighs it. And yet your lady, or your feather would outweigh both. What's the prize, lady, at this better regard? A Face favourably simpering, and a fan waving. They have done doubtfully. Divide. Give the favourable Face to the signor, and the light wave to the Monsieur. You become the simper, well, lady. And the wag, better. Now, to our solemn Address. Please the well-graced PHILAUTIA to relieve the lady sentinel; she hath stood long. With all my heart, come, Guardian. Resign your place.
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Which take you at this next weapon? I lay a discretion, with you, on AMORPHVS head. Why, I take the french-behau'd gentleman. 'Tis done, a discretion. A discretion? A prettie court-wager! would any discreet person hazard his wit, so? I'le lay a discretion, with you, ANAIDES. Hang 'hem. I'le not venter a doibt of discretion, on eyther of their heads.— No, he should venter all then. I like none of their playes. See, see, this is strange play! 'Tis too full of vncertaine motion. He hobbles too much. 'Tis call'd your court-staggers, sir. That same fellow talkes so, now he has a place. Hang him, neglect him. Your good ladiships affectioned. Gods so! they speake at this weapon, brother! They must doe so, sister, how should it bee the better Reguard, else? Me thinkes, hee did not this respectiuely inough. Why, the Monsieur but dallies with him. Dallies? Slight see, hee'l put him too't, in earnest. Well done, AMORPHVS. That puffe was good indeed. Gods mee! This is desperate play. Hee hits himselfe o'the shinnes. And he make this good through, he carries it, I warrant him. Indeed he displayes his feet, rarely. See, see; Hee do's the respectiue Leere damnably well. The true idolater of your beauties, shall neuer passe their deties vnadored: I rest your poore knight. See, now the oblique leere, or the Ianus: He satisfies all, with that aspect, most nobly. And most terribly he comes off: like your Rodomantada. How like you this play, ANAIDES? Good play; but 't is too rough, and boisterous. I will second it with a stroke easier, wherein I will prooue his language. This is silthie, and graue, now. O, 't is coole, and warie play. Wee must not disgrace our owne camerade, too much. Signora, ho tanto obligo per pefauore rescinto da lei; che veramente desero con totto il core, remunerarla in parte: & sicuratie signor a mea cara, chè infera sempre pronto à seruirla, & honorarla. Bascio le mane de v signoria. The veneti Dop this. Most vnexspectedly excellent! The French goes downe certaine. As buckets are put downe into a well; Or as a schoole-boy.— Trusse vp your simile, Iacke-daw, and obserue. Now the Monsieur is moou'd. Boe-peepe. O, most antique. The french Quirke, this sir. Heart, he will ouer-runne her! Madamoyselle, Ie voudroy que pouoy monstrer mon affection, mais ie suis tant mal hereuse, ci froid, ci layd, ci—Ie ne scay qui di dire—excuse moy, Ie suis tout vostre. O braue, and spirited! Hee's a right Iouialist. No, no: AMORPHVS grauitie outwaies it. And yet your ladie, or your feather would outweigh both. What's the prize, ladie, at this better Reguard? A Face fauourably simpring, and a fanne wauing. They haue done doubtfully. Diuide. Giue the fauourable Face to the Signior, and the light waue to the Monsiur. You become the simper, well, ladie. And the wag, better. Now, to our solemne Addresse. Please the well-grac'd PHILAVTIA to relieue the ladie sentinell; shee hath stood long. With all my heart, come, Guardian ▪ Resigne your place.