The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 11 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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Look master Usher, are these wags well dressed? I have been so in labour with truly. Y'ave had a very good deliverance, Lady: How I did take her at her labour there, I use to gird these Ladies so sometimes. 1 I pray my Lord, must not I wear this hair? I pray thee ask my Usher; Come, dispatch, The duke is ready: are you ready there? 2 See master Usher; must he wear this hair? Pray master Usher, where must I come in? 2 Am not I well for a Bug, master Usher? What stir is with these boys here, God forgive me, If 'twere not for the credit on't, I'd see Your apish trash attire, ere I'd endure this. 1 But pray good master Usher. Hence ye Brats, You stand upon your tire; but for your action Which you must use in singing of your songs, Exceeding dexterously and full of life, I hope you'll then stand like a sort of blocks, Without due motion of your hands, and heads, And wresting your whole bodies to your words, Look to't, you're best; and in; Go; All go in: Come in my masters; let's be out anon. What, are all furnish well? All well my Lord. More lights than here, and let loud music sound. Sound Music. Advance yourself, fair Duchess to this Throne, As we have long since raised you to our heart, Better decorum never was beheld, Then twixt this state and you: And as all eyes Now fixed on your bright Graces think it fit, So frame your favour to continue it. My Lord; but to obey your earnest will, And not make serious scruple of a joy, I scarce durst have presumed this minutes height. Usher, cause other music; begin your show. Sound Consort; warn the Pedant to be ready. Madam, I think you'll see a pretty show. I can expect no less in such a presence. Lo what attention and state beauty breeds, Whose moaning silence no shrill herald needs. Lords of high degree, And Ladies of low courtesy, I the Pedant here, Whom some call schoolmaster, Because I can speak best, Approach before the rest. A very good reason. But there are others coming, Without mask or mumming: For they are not ashamed, If need be, to be named, Nor will they hide their faces, In any place or places; For though they seem to come, Loaded with Rush, and Broom: The Broomeman you must know, Is seigneur Pogio, Nephew, as shall appear, To my Lord Strozza here. O Lord, I thank you sir, you grace me much. And to this noble dame, Whom I with finger name. A plague of that fools finger. And women will ensue, Which I must tell you true, No women are indeed, But Pages made for need, To fill up women's places. By virtue of their faces, And other hidden graces. A hall, a hall; whist, still, be mum, For now with silver song they come.
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Looke master Vsher, are these wags wel drest? I haue beene so in labour with-vm truly. Y'aue had a verie good deliuerane, Ladie: How I did take her at her labour there, I vse to gird these Ladies so sometimes. 1 I pray my Lord, must not I weare this haire? I pray thee aske my Vsher; Come, dispatch, The duke is readie: are you readie there? 2 See master Vsher; must he weare this haire? Pray master Vsher, where must I come in? 2 Am not I well for a Bug, master Vsher? What stirre is with these boyes here, God forgiue me, If t'were not for the credite on't, I'de see Your apish trash are, ere I'de indure this. 1 But pray good master Vsher. Hence ye Brats, You stand vpon your tyre; but for your action Which you must vse in singing of your songs, Exceeding dexterously and full of life, I hope youle then stand like a sort of blocks, Without due motion of your hands, and heads, And wresting your whole bodies to your words, Looke too't, y'are best; and in; Go; All go in: Come in my masters; lets be out anon. What, are all furnish well? All well my Lord. More lights then here, and let lowd musicke sound. Sound Musicke. Aduaunce your selfe, faire Dutchesse to this Throne▪ As we haue long since raisde you to our heart, Better decorum neuer was beheld, Then twixt this state and you: And as all eyes Now fixt on your bright Graces thinke it fit, So frame your fauour to continue it. My Lord; but to obey your earnest will, And not make serious scruple of a oy, I scarce durst haue presde this minut height. Vsher, cause other msicke; begin your shew. Sound Consort; warne the Pedant to be readie. Madam, I thinke you'le see a prettie shew. I can expect no lesse in such a presence. Lo what attention and state beautie breedes, Whose moning silence no shrill herauld needes. Lords of high degree, And Ladies of low courtesie, I the Pedant here, Whom some call schoolmaistere, Because I can speake best, Approc before the rest. A verie good reason. But there are others comming, Without maske or mumming: For they are not ashamed, If need be, to be named, Nor will they hide their faces, In any place or places; For though they seeme to come, Loded with Rush, and Broome: The Broomeman you must know, Is seigneur Pogio, Nephew, as shall appeare, To my Lord Strozza here. O Lord, I thanke you sir, you grace me much. And to this noble dame, Whome I with finger name. A plague of that fooles finger. And women wil ensue, Which I must tell you true, No women are indeed, But Pages made for need, To fill vp womens places. By vertue of their faces, And other hidden graces. A hall, a hall; whist, stil, be mum, For now with siluer song they come.