The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 15 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 0.75 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Well, well my Lord, would there were more such Princes. Alas, 'twere pity sir, they would be gulled Out of their very skins. Why how are you my lord? Who I, I care not: If I beguiled where I profess plain love, 'twill be their faults you know. O 'twere their shames. Well, take my jewel, you shall not be strange, I love not many words. My lord, I thank you, I am of few words too. friendly said, You prove yourself a friend, and I would have you Advance your thoughts, and lay about for state, Worthy your virtues: be the Minion Of some great King or Duke: there's Medici, The Minion of my Father: O the Father! What difference is there? but I cannot flatter A word to wise men. I perceive your Lordship. Your Lordship? talk you now like a friend? Is this plain kindness? Is it not my Lord? A palpable flattering figure for men common: A my word I should think, if 'twere another, He meant to gull me. Why 'tis but your due. 'tis but my due: if you'll be still a stranger: But as I wish to choose you for my friend, As I intend when God shall call my father, To do I can tell what: but let that pass, Thus 'tis not fit; let my friend be familiar, use not me Lordship, nor yet call me Lord, Nor my whole name Vincentio; but vince, As they call Jack or Will, 'tis now in use, Twixt men of no equality or kindness. I shall be quickly bold enough my Lord. Nay, see how still you use that coy term, Lord What argues this, but that you shun my friendship? Nay, pray say not so. Who should not say so? Will you afford me now no name at all? What should I call you? Nay, then 'tis no matter. But I told you Vince. Why then my sweet Vince. why so then; and yet still there is a fault, In using these kind words, without kind deeds: Pray thee embrace me too. Why then sweet Vince. Why now I thank you, 'sblood shall friends be strange? Where there is plainness, there is ever truth: And I will still be plain since I am true: Come let us lie a little, I am weary. And so am I, I swear since yesterday. You may sir by my faith; and sirrah, hark thee, What lordship wouldst thou wish to have i'faith, When my old father dies? Who I? alas. O not you, well sir, you shall have none, You are as coy a piece as your Lords daughter. Who, my mistress? Indeed, is she your Mistress? i'faith sweet Vince, since she was three year old. And are not we too friends? Who doubts of that? And are not two friends one? Even man and wife. Then what to you she is, to me she should be. Why Vince, thou wouldst not have her?
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Well, wel my Lord, would there were more such Pinces. Alas, twere pitty sir, they would be gulld Ot of their very skinnes. Why how are you my lord? Who I, I care not: If I be guild whre I professe plaine loue, T'will be their faults you know. O t'were their shames. Well, take my iewell, you shall not be strange, I loue not mane words. My lord, I thanke you, I am offew words too. Ti riendlie said, You proue your selfe a friend, and I would haue you Aduance your thoughts, and lay about for state, Worthy your vertues: be the Mineon Of some great King or Duke: theres Medici, The Minion of my Father: O the Father! What difference is there? but I cannot flatter A word to wise men. I perceiue your Lordship. Your Lordship? talke you now like a friend? Is this plaine kindnesse? Is it not my Lord? A palpable flattring figure for men common: A my word I should thinke, if twere another, He meant to gull mee. Why tis but your due. Tis but my due: if youle be still a stranger: But as I wish to choose you for my friend, As I intend when God shall call my father, To doe I can tell what: but let that passe, Thus tis not fit; let my friend be familiar, Ve not me Lordship, nor yet call me Lord, Nor my whole name Vincentio; but vince, As they call Iacke or Will, tis now in vse, Twixt men of no equallity or kindnesse. I shall be quickely bold enough my Lord. Nay, see how still you vse that co terme, Lord What argues this, but that you shunne my friendship? Nay▪ pray say not so. Who hould not say so? Will you fford me now no name at all? What should I call you? Nay, then tis no matter. But I told you Vince. Why then my sweete Vince. Whe so then; and yet ull there is a fault, In vsing these kind words, without kinde deedes: Pray ee imbrae me too. Why then sweete Vince. Why now I thank you, sblood shall friends be strange? Where there is plamenesse, there is euer truth: An I will still be plame since I am true: Come let vs lie a little, I am wearie. And so am I, I sweare since yesterday. You may sir by my faith; and sirra, hark thee, What lordship wouldst thou wish to haueifaith, When my old father dies? Who I? alas. O not you, well sir, you shall haue none, You are as coy a peece as your Lords daughter. Who, my mistris? Indeede, is she our Mistris? I faith sweet Vince, since she was three yeare old. And are not wee too friends? Who doubts of that? And are not two friends one? Euen man and wife. Then what to you she is, to me she should be. Why Vince, thou wouldst not haue her?