The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 8 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
My father's Usher, none so fit, If you can work him well: and so farewell, With thanks my good Lord Strozza for your speech. I thank you for your patience, mocking Lady. O what a fellow has she picked us out? One that I would have choosed past all the rest, For his close stockings only. And why not? For the most constant fashion of his hat? Nay then, if nothing must be left unspoke, For his strict form, thus still to wear his cloak. Well sir, he is your own, I make no doubt: For to these outward figures of his mind, He hath two inward swallowing properties Of any gudgeons; servile Avarice, And overweening thought of his own worth, Ready to snatch at every shade of glory: And therefore, till you can directly board him, Waft him aloof with hats, and other favours, Still as you meet him. Well, let me alone, He that is one mans slaue, is free from no. Come Lady, sit you here: Page, fill some Sack, I am to work upon this aged Dame, To glean from her, if there be any cause (In loving others) of her nieces coins To the most gracious love suit of the Duke: Here noble Lady, this is healthful drink After our supper. O, 'tis that my Lord, That of all drinks keeps life and soul in me. Here, fill it Page, for this my worthy love: O how I could embrace this good old widow. Now lord, when you do thus, you make me think Of my sweet husband; for he was as like you; e'en the same words, and fashion: the same eyes, Manly, and choleric, e'en as you are just, And e'en as kind as you for all the world. O my sweet widow, thou dost make me proud. Nay, I am too old for you. Too old, that's nothing, Come pledge me wench, for I am dry again, And straight will charge your widowhood fresh i'faith: Why that's well done. Now fie on't, here's a draft. O, it will warm your blood: if you should sip, 'twould make you heart burnt. Faith and so they say: Yet I must tell you, since I plied this gear, I have been haunted with a whoreson pain here, And every moon almost with a shrewd fever, And yet I cannot leave it: for thank God, I never was more sound of wind and limb. Look you, I warrant you I have a leg, Holds out as handsomely. Beshrew my life, But 'tis a leg indeed, a goodly limb. This is most excellent. O that your Niece Were of as mild a spirit as yourself. Alas Lord Medice, would you have a girl. As well seen in behaviour as I? Ah she's a fond young thing, and grown so proud, The wind must blow at west still, or she'll be angry. Mass so methink; how coy she's to the duke? I lay my life she has some younger love.
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My fathers Vsher, none so fit, If you can worke him well: and so farewell, With thanks my good Lord Strozza for your speech. I thanke you for your patience, mocking Lady. O what a fellow haz she pickt vs out? One that I would haue choosde past all the rest, For his close stockings onely. And why not? For the most constant fashion of his hat? Nay then, if nothing must be left vnspoke, For his strict forme, thus still to weare his cloke. Wll sir, he is your owne, I make no doubt: For to these outward figures of his minde, He hath two inward swallowing properties Ofany gudgeons; seruile Auarice, And ouerweening thought of his owne worth, Ready to snatch at euery shade of glory: And therefore, till you can directlie boord him, Waft him aloofe with hats, and other fauours, Still as you meete him. Well, let me alone, He that is one mans slaue, is free from no. Come Lady, sit you heere: Page, fill some Sacke, I am to worke vpon this aged Dame, To gleane from her, if there be any cause (In louing others) of her Neeces coines To the most gratious loue suite of the Duke: Heere noble Lady, this is healthfull drinke After our supper. O, tis that my Lorde, That of all drinkes keeps life and soule in me. Heere, fill it Page, for this my worthy loue▪ O how I could imbrace this good olde widdow. Now lord, when you do thus, you make me thinke Of my sweete husband; for he was as like you; Eene the same words, and fashion: the same eies, Manly, and cholerike, eene as you are iust, And eene as kinde as you for all the world. O my sweete widdow, thou dost make me prowd. Na, I am too old for you. Too old, thats nothing, Come pledge me wench, for I am drie againe, And strait will charge your widdowhood fresh ifaith: Why thats well done. Now fie on't, heeres a draught. O, it will warme your blood: if you should sip, T would make you heart burnd. Faith and so they say: Yet I must tell you, since I plide this geere, I haue beene hanted with a horson paine heere, And euery moone almost with a shrewd feuer, And yet I cannot leaue it: for thanke God, I neuer was more sound of winde and limbe. Looke you, I warrant you I haue a leg, Holds out as hansomly. Beshrew my life, But tis a legge indeed, a goodly limbe. This is most excellent. O that your Neece Were of as milde a spirit as your selfe. Alas Lord Medice, would you haue a girle. As well seene in behauiour as I? Ah shees a fond yong thing, and growne so prowde▪ The wind must blow at west stil, or sheele be angry. Masse so me thinke; how coy shees to the duke? I lay my life she haz some yonger loue.