Marston, John / Webster, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 490 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.
I am in haste, be brief. As your Fiddler when he is paid, he'll thrive I warrant you, while your young courtier stands like Good-friday in Lent, men long to see it, because more fatting days come after it, else he's the leanest and pittifulst actor in the whole Pageant; Adieu Malevole. O world most wild, when thy loose vanities Taught by this fool, do make the fool seem wise! You'll know me again Malevole. O I, by that velvet. ay, as a pettifogger by his buckram bag, I am as common in the Court as an hostesses lips in the country; knights, and clowns, and knaves, and all share me: the Court cannot possibly be without me. Adieu Malevole. he's caught, the woodcocks head is i'th' noose, Now treads Ferneze in dangerous path of lust, Swearing his sense is merely deified. The fool grasps clouds, and shall beget Centaurs; And now in strength of panting faint delight, The Goat bids heaven envy him; good Goose, I can afford thee nothing but the poor comfort of calamity, Pity Lust's like the plummets hanging on clock lines, Will near ha' done till all is quite undone. Such is the course salt sallow lust doth run, Which thou shalt try; I'll be revenged. Duke thy suspect, Duchess thy disgrace, Ferneze thy rival ship Shall have swift vengeance; nothing so holy, No band of nature so strong, No law of friendship so sacred, But I'll profane burst, violate, Before I'll endure disgrace, contempt and poverty: Shall I, whose very hum struck all heads bare; Whose face made silence, creaking of whose shoe Forced the most private passages fly open, Scrape like a servile dog at some latcht door? Learn now to make a leg? and cry, beseech ye, Pray ye, is such a Lord within? be awed At some odd Ushers scofft formality? First seat my brains; unde cadis non quo refert; My heart cries, perish all: how! how! What fate Can once avoid revenge, that's desperate, I'll to the Duke; if all should open, if! tush; Fortune still dotes on those who cannot blush. Bless ye cast a Ladies: ha dip-sawce, how dost thou old Cole? Old Cole? I old Cole; me thinks thou liest like a brand under billets of green wood. He that will inflame a young wench's heart, let him lay close to her: an old Cole that hath first been fired, a pandress my half burnt lint, who though thou canst flame thyself, yet art able to set a thousand virgins tapers afire: and how doth Ianiuere thy husband, my little periwinkle, is he troubled with the cough of the lungs still? does he hawk a nights still, he will not bite. No by my troth, I took him with his mouth empty of old teeth. And he took thee with thy belly full of young bones: Marie he took his maim by the stroke of his enemy.
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I am in haste, be briefe. As your Fidler when he is payd, Heele thriue I warrant you, while your yong courtier stands like Good-friday in Lent, men long to see it, because more fatting dayes come after it, else hees the leanest and pittifulst actor in the whole Pageant; Adew Maleuole. O world most vilde, when thy loose vanities Taught by this foole, do make the foole seeme wise! Youle know me againe Maleuole. O I, by that veluet. I, as a petti-fogger by his buckram bagge, I am as common in the Court as an hostesses lippes in the countrey; knights, and clownes, and knaues, and all share mee: the Court cannot possibly be without me. Adue Maleuole. Hees caught, the woodcockes head is ith noose, Now treads Ferneze in dangerous path of lust, Swearing his sence is meerely deified. The foole graspes clouds, and shall beget Centaures; And now in strength of panting faint delight, The Goate bids heauen enuie him; good Goose, I can afforde thee nothing but the poore comfort of calamity, Pitty "Lust's like the plummets hanging on clocke lines, "Wil nere ha done til all is quite vndone. Such is the course salt sallow lust dooth runne, Which thou shalt trie; Ile be reuengde. Duke thy suspect, Durchesse thy disgrace, Ferneze thy riuall ship Shall haue swift vengeance; nothing so holy, No band of nature so strong, No law of friendship so sacred, But Ile profane burst, violate, Fore Ile indure disgrace, contempt and pouertie: Shall I, whose very humme strooke all heads bare; Whose face made silence, creaking of whose shooe Forcde the most priuate passages flie ope, Scrape like a seruile dogge at some latcht doore? Learne now to make a leg? and crie, beseech yee, Pray yee, is such a Lord within? be awde At some odde Vshers scofft formalitie? First seate my braines; Vnde cadis non quo refert; My heart cries, perish all: how! how! What fate "Can once aoyde reuenge, thats desperate, Ile to the Duke; if all should ope, if! tush; "Fortune still dotes on those who cannot blush. Blesse yee cast a Ladies: ha dip-sawce, how doost thou olde Cole? Olde Cole? I olde Cole; mee thinkes thou liest like a brand vnder billets of greene wood. Hee that will inflame a yong wenches heart, let him lay close to her: an olde Cole that hath first beene fired, a pandre my halfe burnt lint, who though thou canst flame thy selfe, yet arte able to set a thousand virgins tapers afire: and how dooth Ianiuere thy husband, my little periwincle, is hee troubled with the cough of the lungs stil? doos he hawke a nights still, he will not bite. No by my troth, I tooke him with his mouth emptie of olde teeth. And hee tooke thee with thy belly full of yoong bones: Marie he tooke his maime by the stroke of his enemy.