Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
That you cannot be Master, for you are but a courtier's man. Thou sayst true & thou art the courtier's man's boy, so thou art a courtier in decimo sexto in the least volume, or a courtier at the third hand, or a courtier by reversion, or a courtier three descents removed, or a courtier in minority or an under Courtier or a courtier in posse, and I thy Master in esse: A posse an esse non este argumentum Master, Thou hast to much wit to be so little, but imitation, imitation, is his good Lord and Master. Banished from Count, oh what have we misdone? What have we done, we must be thus disgraced? I know not, but you are best pack, 'tis my Lords will, and that's law, I must uncase you: your best course is to fall to your own trades. Sirrah, what art thou a Broker? No, how then, I am a Gentleman. thouart a Jew, thouart a Pagan: how darest thou leave them without a cloak for the rain, when his daughter, and his sister, and my Mistress is the king's wife? Go look, sirrah fool, my condition is to ship you too. There's a ship of fools ready to hoist sail, they stay but for a good wind and your company: ha ha ha, I wonder (if all fools were banished) where thou wouldst take shipping. Peace Babulo, we are banished from the Court. I am glad, it shall ease me of a charge here, as long as we have good clothes on one backs, 'tis no matter for our honesty, we'll live anywhere, and keep Court in any corner. Oh my dear Grissel. You from me are banished, But ere you leave the Court, oh leave I pray Your grief in Grissel's bosom, let my cheeks Be watered with woes tears, for here and here, And in the error of these wandering eyes, Began your discontent: had not I been, By nature painted thus: this had not been, To leave the Court and care be patient, In your old cottage you shall find content. Mourn not because these silks are ta'en away, You'll seem more rich in a course gown of grey, Will you be parking? when? Friend what's thy name? Furio my name is, what of that? Is thy name Fury? thou art half hanged, for thou hast an ill name. Thy looks are like thy name, thy name & looks Approve thy nature to be violent. Brother forbear, he's servant to my Lord. To him, M. spare him not an inch. Princes are never pleased with subjects sins, But pity those whom they are sworn to smite, And grieve as tender mothers when they beat, With kind correction their unquiet babes- So should their Officers compassionate, The misery of any wretch's state. I must obey my Master, though indeed My heart (that seems hard) at their wrongs doth bleed. Pray get you gone, I say little, but you know my mind.
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That you cannot bee Master, for you are but a Courtiers man. Thou saist true & thou art the Courtiers mans boy, so thou art a courtier in decimo sexro in the least volume, or a courtier at the third hand, or a courtier by reuersion, or a courtier three descents remoued, or a courtier in minoritie or an vnder Courtier or a courtier in posse, and I thie Master in esse: A posse an esse non este argumentum Master, Thou hast to much wit to be so little, but imitation, imitation, is his good Lord and Master. Banisht from Count, oh what haue wee misdone? What haue wee done, wee must bee thus disgraced? I know not, but you are best packe, tis my Lords will, and thats law, I must vncase you: your best course is to fall to your owne trades. Sirra, what art thou a Broker? No, how then, I am a Gentleman. Th'art a Iewe, th'art a Pagan: howe darst thou leaue them without a cloke for the raine, whē his daughter, and his sister, and my Mistris is the Kings wife? Goe looke, sirra soole, my condition is to ship you too. There's a ship of fooles ready to hoyst sayle, they stay but for a good winde and your company: ha ha ha, I wonder (if all fooles were banisht) where thou wouldst take shipping. Peace Babulo, we are banisht from the Court. I am glad, it shall case me of a charge héere, as long as we haue good cloathes on one backes, tis no matter for our honesty, wée'll liue any where, and kéep Court in any corner. Oh my déere Grissill. You from me are banisht, But ere you leaue the Court, oh leaue I pray Your griefe in Grissils bosome, let my chéekes Be watred with woes teares, for héere and héere, And in the error of these wandring eyes, Began your discontent: had not I been, By nature painted thus: this had not been, To leaue the Court and care be patient, In your olde cottage you shall finde content. Mourne not because these silkes are tane away, You'll seeme more rich in a course gowne of gray, Will you be parking? when? Friend whats thy name? Furio my name is, what of that? Is thy name Furie? thou art halfe hang'd, for thou hast an ill name. Thy lookes are like thy name, thy name & lookes Approoue thy nature to be violent. Brother forbeare, hee's seruant to my Lord. To him, M. spare him not an inch. Princes are neuer pleas'd with subiects sinnes, But pitie those whom they are sworne to smite, And grieue as tender mothers when they beate, With kinde correction their vnquiet babes- So should their Officers compassionate, The misery of any wretches state. I must obey my Master, though indéed My heart (that seemes hard) at their wrongs doth bleed. Pray get you gone, I say little, but you knowe my minde.