The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 13 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 T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
This Lady and Duchess we conclude, Fair Virgins must not be too rude: For though the rural wild and antic, Abused their loves as they were frantic; Yet take you in your ivory clutches, This noble Duke, and be his duchess. Thus thanking all for their tacete, I void the room, and cry valet. Generally well, and pleasingly performed. Now I resign this borrowed majesty, Which sat unseemly on my worthless head, With humble service to your highness hands. Well you became it Lady, and I know All here could wish it might be ever so. here's one says nay to that. Plague on you, peace. Now let it please your Highness to accept A homely banquet, to close these rude sports. I thank your Lordship much. Bring lights, make place. How d'ee my Lord? O master broomeman, you did passing well. A you mad slave you! you are a tickling Actor. I was not out like my Lord Medice. How did you like me Aunt? O rarely, rarely. O thou hast done a work of memory, And raised our house up higher by a story. Friend, how conceit you my young mother here? Fitter for you my Lord, than for your father. No more of that sweet friend, those are bugs words. Thou art my trusty servant and thou know'st, I have been ever bountiful Lord to thee, As still I will be: be thou thankful then, And do me now a service of import. Any my Lord in compass of my life. Tomorrow then the Duke intends to hunt, Where Strozza my despiteful enemy, Will give attendance busy in the chase, Wherein (as if by chance, when others shoot At the wild Boar) do thou discharge at him, And with an arrow, cleave his cankered heart. I will not fail my Lord. Be secret then. And thou to me shalt be the dearest of men. Now Vanity and Policy enrich me With some ridiculous fortune on this Usher. Where's Master Usher? Now I come my Lord. Besides, good sir, your show did show so well, Did it in deed my Lord? O sir, believe it; 'twas the best fashioned and well ordered thing That ever eye beheld: and there withal, The fit attendance by the servants used, The gentle guise in serving every guest, In other entertainments; every thing About your house so sortfully disposed, That even as in a turnspit called a Jack, One vice assists another; the great wheels Turning but softly, make the less to whirr About their business; every different part Concurring to one commendable end: So, and in such conformance, with rare grace, Were all things ordered in your good lords house. The most fit simile that ever was. But shall I tell you plainly my conceit, Touching the man that I think caused this order? I good my Lord. You note my simile. Drawn from the turnspit.
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This Lady and Dutchesse we conclude, Faire Virgins must not be too rude: For though the rurall wilde and ntike, Abusde their loues as they were franuke; Ye take you in your Iuory clutches, This noble Duke, and be his Dtches. Thus thanking all for their tacete, I vo the roome, and cry valete. Generally well, and pleasingly performed. Now I resigne this borrowed maiesty, Which ate vnseemely on my worthlesse head, With humble seruice to your Highnesse hands. Well you became it Lady, and I know All heere could wish it might be euer so. Heeres one saies to that. Plague on you, peace. Now let it please your Highnesse to accept A homely banquet, to close these rude sports. I thanke your Lordship much. Bring lights, make place. How dee my Lord? O master broomeman, you did passing well. A you mad slue you! you are a tickling Actor. I was not out like my Lord Medice. How did you like me Aunt? O rarely, rarely. O thou hast dne a worke of memory, And raisde our house vp higher by a story. Friend, how conceit you my young mother heere? Fitter for you my Lord, than for your . No more of that sweee friend, those are bugs words. Thou art my trusty sruant nd thou kowst, I haue beene euer bountifull Lord to thee, As still I will be: be thou thankfull then, And doe me now a seruice of import. Any my Lord in compasse of my life. To morrow then the Duke intends to hunt, Where Strozza my despightfull enemie, Will giue attendance busie in the chase, Wherein (as if by chance, when others shoote At the wilde Boare) do thou discharge at him, And with an arrow, cleaue his canckerd heart. I will not faile my Lord. Be secret then. And thou to me shalt be the dear'st of men. Now Vanitie and Policie inrich me With some ridculous fortune on this Vsher. Wheres Master Vsher? Now I come my Lord. Besides, good sir, your shew did shew so well, Did it in deede my Lord? O sir, beleeue it; Twas the best fashiond and well orderd thing That euer eye beheld: and there withall, The fit attendance by the seruants vsde, The gentle guise in seruing eury guest, In other entertainements; euery thing About your house so sortfully disposde, That een as in a turne-spit calld a Iacke, One vice assists another; the great wheeles Turning but softly, make the lesse to whirre About their businesse; euery different part Concurring to one commendable end: So, and in such conformance, with rare grace, Were all things orderd in your good lordes house. The most fit simile that euer was. But shall I tell you plainely my conceit, Touching the man that I thinke causde this order? I good my Lord. You note my simile. Drawne from the turne-spit.