The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 6 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.79 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
O, 'tis well done, call all the Ladies in, Sister and daughter, come, for God's sake come, Prepare your courtliest carriage for the Duke. Corte And Niece, in any case remember this, Praise the old man, and when you see him first, Look me on none but him, smiling and lovingly: And then, when he comes near, make 'beisance low, With both your hands thus moving, which not only Is as 'twere courtly, and most comely too, But speaks (as who should say) come hither Duke; And yet says nothing, but you may deny. Well taught sister. ay, and to much end: I am exceeding fond to humour him. Hark, does he come with music? what, and bound? An amorous device: daughter, observe. Now let's gull Medice, I do not doubt, But this attire put on, will put him out. we'll do our best to that end, therefore mark. Lady, or Princess, both your choice commands. These spirits and I, all servants of your beauty, Present this royal captive to your mercy. Captive to me a subject. ay, fair Nymph; And how the worthy mystery befell Sylvanus here, this wooden god can tell. Now my Lord. Now is the time man, speak. Peace. Peace Vincentio. 'swounds my Lord, Shall I stand by and suffer him to shame you? My Lord Medice? Will you not speak my Lord? How can I? But you must speak in earnest: Would not your Highness have him speak my Lord? Yes, and I will speak, and perhaps speak so, As you shall never mend: I can I know. Do then my good Lord. Medice, forth. Goddess, fair goddess, for no less, no less. No. less, no less? no more, no more: speak you. 'swounds they have put me out. Laugh your fair goddess, This nobleman disdains to be your fool. Vincentio, peace. 'swounds my Lord, it is as good a show: Pray speak Lord Strozza. Honourable dame. Take heed you be not out I pray my Lord. I pray forbear my Lord Vincentio: How this distressed Prince came thus enthralled, I must relate with words of height and wonder: His Grace this morning visiting the woods, And straying far, to find game for the Chase, At last, out of a myrtle grove he roused A vast and dreadful Boar, so stern and fierce, As if the Fiend fell Cruelty herself Had come to fright the woods in that strange shape. Excellent good. Too good a plague on him. The princely Savage being thus on foot, Tearing the earth up with his thundering hoof, And with th'enraged Aetna of his breath. Firing the air, and scorching all the woods, Horror held all us Huntsmen from pursuit, Only the Duke incensed with our cold fear, encouraged like a second Hercules. Zounds, too good man. Pray thee let me alone: And like the English sign of great Saint George. Plague of that Simile.
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O, tis well done, call all the Ladies in, Sister and daughter, come, for Gods sake come, Prepare your courtliest carriage for the Duke. Corte And Neece, in any case remember this, Praise the old man, and when you see him first, Looke me on none but him, smiling and louingly: And then, when he comes neere, make beisance low, With both your hands thus mouing, which not onely Is as t'were courtly, and most comely too, But speakes (as who should say) come hither Duke; And yet saies nothing, but you may denie. Well taught sister. I, and to much end: I am exceeding fond to humour him. Harke, does he come with musicke? what, and bound? An amorous deuice: daughter, obserue. Now let gull Medi, I doe not doubt, But this aire put on, will put him out. Weele doe our best to that end, therefore marke. Lady, or Princesse, both your choice commands. These spirits and I, all seruants of your beautie, Present this royall captiue to your mercie. Captiue to mee a subiect. I, faire Nimph; And how the worthy mystery befell heere, this woodden god can tell. Now my Lord. No the time man, speake. Peace. Pea Vincentio. Swonds my Lord, Shall I stand by and suffer him to shame you? My Lord Medice? Will you not speake my Lord? How can I? But you must speake in earnest: Would not your Highnesse h him speake my Lord? Yes, and I will speake, and perhaps speake so, As you shall neuer mend: I can I know. Doe then my good Lord. Medice, forth. Goddesse, faire godde, for no lesse, no lesse. No. lesse, no lesse▪ no more, no more: speake you. Swounds they haue put me out. Laugh your faire goddesse, This nobleman disdaines to be your foole. Ventio, peace. Swounds my Lord, i is as good a shew: Pray speake Lord Strozza. Honourable dame. Take heede you be not out I pray my Lord. I pray forbeare my Lord Vincentio: How this destressed Prince came thus inthralde, I must relate with words of height and wonder: His Grace this morning visiting the woods, And straying farre, to finde game for the Chase, At last, out of a mirtle groue he rowsde A vast and dreadfull Boare, so sterne and fier ▪ As if the Feend fell Crueltie her selfe Had come to fright the woods in that strange shape. Excellent good. Too good a plague on him. The princely Sauage being thus on foote, Tearing the earth vp with his thundering hoofe, And with the'nragde Aetna of his breath. Firing the ayre, and scorching all the woods, Horror held all vs Huntsmen from pursuit, Onely the Duke incenst with our cold feare, Incouragde like a second Hercules. Zwounds, too good man. Pray thee let me alone: And like the English signe of great Saint Georg. Plague of that Simile.