The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 4 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.69 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
See then, here is a Poem that requires Your worthy censures; offered if it like To furnish our intended amorous show: Read it Vincentio. Pardon me my Lord, Lord Medici's reading, will express it better, My patience can digest your scoffs my Lord. I care not to proclaim it to the world: I can nor write, nor read; and what of that? I can both see and hear, as well as you. Still are your wits at war: here, read this poem. The red faced Sun hath firked the floundering shades, And cast bright ammell on Aurora's brow. High words and strange: Read on Vincentio. The busky groves that gag-toothed boars do shroud With cringle-crange horns do ring aloud. My Lord, my Lord, I have a speech here worth ten of this, and yet I'll mend it too. How likes Vincentio? It is strangely good, No inkhorn ever did bring forth the like, Could these brave prancing words with Actions spur, Be ridden thoroughly, and managed right, 'twould fright the audience, and perhaps delight. Doubt you of action sir? ay, for such stuff. Then know my Lord, I can both act and teach To any words; when I in Padua schooled it, I played in one of Plautus Comedies, Namely, Curculto, where his part I acted, Projecting from the poor sum of four lines, Forty fair actions. Let's see that I pray. Your Highness shall command, But pardon me, if in my action's heat Entering in post post haste I chance to take up Some of your honoured heels; you'd best leave out that action for a thing that I know sir. Then shal you see what I can do without t. See see, he hath his furniture and all. You must imagine, Lords, I bring good news, Whereof being princely proud I scour the street And over-tumble every man I meet. Beshrew my heart if he take up my heels. Date viam mihi Noti, atque Ignoti. Dum ego, hîc, officium meum facio. Fugite omnes atque abite, & de via secedite, ne quem in cursu; aut capite, aut cubito, aut pectore offendam, aut genu. Thanks good Seigneur Sarpego. How like you Lords, this stirring action? In a cold morning it were good my Lord. But something harsh upon repletion. Sir I have ventured, being enjoined to eat Three scholars commons, and yet drew it neat. Come sir, you meddle in too many matters; let us I pray tend on our own show at my lord Lassos. Doing obeisance then to every lord I now consort you sir even toto cord. My lord, away with these scholastic wits, Lay the invention of your speech on me, And the performance too; i'll play my part, that you shall say, Nature yields more than Art. Be't so resolved; unartificial truth An unfeigned passion can decipher best. But 'twill be hard my lord, for one unlearned. unlearned? I cry you mercy sir; unlearned?
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See then, heere is a Poeme that requires Your worthy censures; offerd if it like To furnish our intended amorous shew: Reade it Uincentio. Pardon me my Lord, Lord Medices reading, will expresse it better▪ My patience can digest your scoffes my Lord. I care not to proclaime it to the world: I can nor write, nor reade; and what of that? I can both see and heare, as well as you. Still are your wits at warre: heere, read this poeme. The red fac'd Sunne hath firkt the flundering shades, And cast bright ammell on Araes brow. High words and strange: Reade on Vincentio. The busky groues that gag-tooth'd boares do shrowd With cringle crangle hornes do ring alowd. My Lord, my Lord, I haue a speech heere worth ten of this, and yet Ile mend it too. How likes Vincentio? It is strangely good, No inkehorne euer did bring forth the lik, Could these braue prancing words with Actions spurre, Be ridden throughly, and managed right, T'would fright the audience, and perhaps delight. Doubt you of action sir? I, for such stuffe. Then know my Lord, I can both act and teach To any words; when I in Padua schoolde it, I plaid in one of Plautus Comedies, Namely, Curco, where his part I acted, Proiecting from the poore summe of foure lines, Forty faire actions. Lets see that I pray. Your Highnesse shall commaund, But pardon me, if in my actions heate Entering in post post haste I chaunce to take vp Some of your honord heels; Y'ad best leaue out that action for a thing that I know sir. Then shal you see what I can do without t. See see, he hath his furniture and all. You must imagine, Lords, I bring good newes, Whereof being princely prowd I scowre the streete And ouer-tumble euery man I meete. Beshrew my heart if he take vp my heeles. Date viam mihi Noti, at que Ignoti. Dum ego, hîc, officium meum facio. Fugite omnes at que abite, & de via secedite, ne quem in cursu; aut capite, aut cubito, aut pectore offendam, at genu. Thankes good Seigneur Sarpego. How like you Lords, this stirring action? In a cold morning it were good my Lord. But something harshe vpon repletion. Sir I haue ventred, being enioynde to eate Three schollers commons, and yet drewe it neate. Come sir, you meddle in too many matters; let vs pray tend on our owne shew at my lord Lassos. Doing obeisance then to euery lord I now consorte you sir euen tot corde. My lord, away with these scholastique wits, Lay the inuention of your speech on me, And the performance too; ile play my parte, that you shall say, Nature yeelds more then Art. Bee't so resolu'd; vnartificiall truth An vnfaind passion can descipher best. But t'wil be hard my lord, for one vnlearnd. Vnlearnd? I cry you mercie sir; vnlearnd?