S., W. · published 1613 · 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 · 482 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.
Thus far you see how Cromwell's fortune passed. The Earl of Bedford being safe in Mantua: Desires Cromwell's company into France, To make requital for his courtesy: But Cromwell doth deny the Earl his suit, And tells him that those parts he meant to see, He had not yet set footing on the land, And so directly takes his way to Spain: The Earl to France, and so they both do part, Now let your thoughts as swift as is the wind, Skip some few years, that Cromwell spent in travel, And now imagine him to be in England: Servant unto the Master of the Rolls, Where in short time he there began to flourish, An hour shall show you what few years did cherish. 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 great 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 you I will show my utmost duty. About it then, the Lords will strait 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 attendies, 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 Moor: '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 more fit for the wars, And if that famine chance to pinch their maws, Being used to fast it breeds less pain.
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Thus farre you ſee how Cromwells fortune paſſed. The Earle of Bedford being ſafe in Mantua: Deſires Cromwells company into France, To make requitall for his courteſie: But Cromwell doth denie the Earle his ſute, And telles him that thoſe parts he meant to ſee, He had not yet ſet footing on the land, And ſo directly takes his way to Spaine: The Earle to France, and ſo they both doe part, Now let your thoughts as ſwift as is the winde, Skip ſome few yeeres, that Cromwell ſpent in trauell, And now imagine him to be in England: Seruant vnto the Maiſter of the Roules, Where in ſhort time he there beganne to floriſh, An houre ſhall ſhow you what few yeeres did cheriſh. Come ſirs, be carefull of your Maiſters credit, And as our bountie now exceedes the figure Of common entertainment: ſo doe you With lookes as free as is your Maiſters ſoule, Giue formall welcome to the thronged tables, That ſhall receiue the Cardinals followers, And the attendants of the great 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, doe miſcreate, Salue thou with curteſie: if welcome want, Full bowles, and ample banquets will ſeeme ſcant. Sir, whatſoeuer lies in me, Aſſure you I will ſhew my vtmoſt duty. About it then, the Lords will ſtraight 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 deſtiny. Sir the Lords be at hand, They are welcome, bid Cromwell ſtraight attendys, And looke you all things be in perfect readineſſe. O ſir Chriſtopher you are too liberall, what a banket to? My Lords if words could ſhow the ample welcome, That my free hart affords you, I could then become a prater: But I now muſt deale like a feaſt Polititian, With your Lordſhips, 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 body more fitter for the warres, And if that famine chance to pinch their mawes, Being vſde to faſt it breedes leſſe paine.