S., W. · published 1602 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Come sirs, be careful of your masters credit, And as our bounty now exceeds the figure Of common entertainment: so do you With looks as free, as is your masters soul, Give formal welcome to the thronged tables, That shall receive the cardinal's followers. And the attendants of the Lord Chancellor. But all my care Cromwell depends on thee, Thou art a man, differing from vulgar form, And by how much thy spirit is ranked 'bove these, In rules of Art, by so much it shines brighter by travel, Whose observance pleads his merit, In a most learned, yet unaffecting spirit, Good Cromwell cast an eye of fair regard, 'bout all my house, and what this ruder flesh, Through ignorance, or wine, do miscreate, Salve thou with courtesy: if welcome want, Full bowls, and ample banquets will seem scant. Sir, whatsoever lies in me, Assure I will show my utmost duty. About it then, the Lords will straight be here, Cromwell, thou hast those parts would rather suit, The service of the state, then of my house, I look upon thee with a loving eye, That one day will prefer thy destiny. Sir the Lords be at hand, They are welcome, bid Cromwell straight attend us, And look you all things be in perfect readiness. O sir Christopher you are too liberal, what a banquet to? My Lords if words could show, the ample welcome, That my free heart affords you, I could then become a prater: But I now must deal like a feast Politician, With your Lordships, defer your welcome till the banquet end, That it may then salve our defect of fair: Yet Welcome now and all that tend on you. Thanks to the kind master of the Rolls, Come and sit down, sit down sir Thomas More: 'tis strange, how that we and the Spaniard differ, Their dinner, is our banquet after dinner, And they are men of active disposition, This I gather, that by their sparing meat: Their body is more fitter for the wars, And if that famine chance to pinch their maws, Being used to fast it breeds less pain. Fill me some Wine: I'll answer Cardinal Wolsey: My Lord we Spaniardes are of more freer soules, Then hunger-starved, and ill complexioned Spaniards, They that are rich in Spain, spare belly food; To deck their backs with an Italian hood, And Silks of civil: And the poorest Snake, That feeds on Lemons, Pilchers, and near heated His pallet with sweet flesh, will bear a case, More fat and gallant, than his starved face, Pride, the Inquisition, and this belly evil, Are in my judgement, Spain's three headed devil. Indeed it is a plague unto their nation, And stagger after in blind imitation. My Lords with welcome, I present your Lordships A solemn health.
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Come sirs, be carefull of your maisters credit, And as our bountie now exceedes the figure Of common entertainment: so do you With lookes as free, as is your maisters soule, Giue former welcome to the thronged tables, That shall receiue the Cardinals followers. And the attendants of the Lord Chancellor. But all my care Cromwell depends on thee, Thou art a man, differing from vulgar forme, And by how much thy spirit is ranckt boue these, In rules of Arte, by so much it shines brighter by trauell, Whose obseruance pleades his merit, In a most learned, yet vnaffecting spirit, Good Cromwell cast an eye of faire regarde, Bout all my house, and what this ruder flesh, Through ignorance, or wine, do miscreate, Salue thou with curtesie: if welcome want, Full bowles, and ample banquets will seeme scant. Sir, what soeuer lies in me, Assure I will shew my vtmost dutie. About it then, the Lords will striaght be here, Cromwell, thou hast those parts would rather sute, The seruice of the state, then of my house, I looke vpon thee with a louing eye, That one day will prefer thy destinie. Sir the Lords be at hand, They are welcome, bid Cromwell straight attend vs, And looke you all things be in perfect readinesse. O sir Christopher you are too liberall, what a banket to? My Lordes if wordes could show, the ample welcome, That my free hart affordes you, I could then become a prater: But I now must deale like a feast Polititian, With your Lordshippes, deferre your welcome till the banket end, That it may then salue our defect of faire: Yet Welcome now and all that tend on you. Thankes to the kinde maister of the Roules, Come and sit downe, sit downe sir Thomas Moore: Tis strange, how that we and the Spaniard differ, Their dinner, is our banquet after dinner, And they are men of actiue disposition, This I gather, that by their sparing meate: Their bodie is more fitter for the warres, And if that famine chance to pinch their mawes, Being vsde to fast it breedes lesse palne. Fill me some Wine: Ile answere Cardinall Wolsay: My Lord we Spaniardes are of more freer soules, Then hungerstarued, and ill complexioned spaniardes, They that are rich in Spaine, spare bellie foode; To deck their backes with an Italian hoode, And Silkes of Ciuill: And the poorest Snake, That feedes on Lemmons, Pilchers, and neare heated His pallet with sweete flesh, will beare a case, More fat and gallant, then his starued face, Pride, the Inquisition, and this bellie euill, Are in my iudgement, Spaines three headed diuell. Indeede it is a plague vnto their nation, And stager after in blinde imitation. My Lords with welcome, I present your Lordships A sollemne health.