The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 17 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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
O sacred oath! which, how long will you keep? While there be bees in Hybla, or white swans In bright Meander; while the banks of Po Shall bear brave lilies; or Italian dames Be called the Bone robes of the world. 'tis elegantly said: and when I fail, Ler there be found in Hybla hiues no bees; Let no swans swim in bright Meander stream, Nor lilies spring upon the banks of Po, Nor let one fat Italian dame be found, But lean and brawn-fallen; ay, and scarcely sound. It is enough, but let's embrace with all. With all my heart. So, now farewell sweet Vince. Farewell my worthy friend, I think I have him. I had forgot the parting phrase he taught me, I commend me t'ee sir. At your wished service sir: O fine friend, he had forgot the phrase: How serious apish souls are in vain form: Well, he is mine, and he being trusted most With my dear ioue, may often work our meeting, And being thus engaged, dare not reveal. Horse, horse, horse, my lord, horse, your father is going a hunting. My Lord horse? you ass you d''ee call my Lord horse? Nay, he speaks huddles still, let's slit his tongue. Nay good uncle now, 'sblood, what captious, merchants you be; so the Duke took me up even now: my lord uncle here, and my old lord Lasso, by heaven you're all too witty for me, I am the veriest fool on you all, I'll be sworn. Therein thou art worth us all, for thou know'st thyself. But your wisdom was in a pretty taking last night; was it not I pray? O, for taking my drink a little? faith my Lord, for that you shall have the best sport presently with Madam Corteza, that ever was; I have made her so drunk, that she does nothing but kiss my Lord Medice. See she comes riding the Duke, she's passing well mounted, believe it. Good wench forbear. My Lord, you must put forth yourself among Ladies, I warrant you have much in you, if you would show it; see, a cheek a twenty; the body of a George, a good leg still; still a good calf, and not slabby, nor hanging I warrant you; a brawn of a thumb here, and 'twere a pulled partridge; Niece Meg, thou shalt have the sweetest bedfellow on him, that ever called Lady husband; try him you shamefaced babble you, try him. Good madam be ruled. What a nice thing it is, my Lord, you must set forth this gear, and kiss her; i'faith you must; get you together and be naughts awhile, get you together. Now what a merry harmless dame it is! My Lord Medice, you are a right noble man, & will do a woman right in a wrong matter and need be; prav do you give the duke ensample upon me; you come a-wooing to me now; I accept it.
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O sacred oath! which, how long will you keepe? While thee be bees in Hybla, or white swannes In bright Meander; while the banks of Po Shall beare braue lillies; or Italian dames Be called the Bone robes of the world. Tis elegantly said: and when I faile, Ler there be found in Hybla hiues no bees; Let no swannes swimme in bright Meander streame▪ Nor lillies spring vpon the bans of Po, Nor let one fat Italian dame be found, But leane and brawn-falne; I, and scarsly sond. It is enough, but lets imbrace with all. With all my hart. So, now farewell swet Vince. Farewell my wothie friend, I thinke I haue him. I had forgot the parting phrase he taught me, I commend me t'ee sir. At your wish ruice sir: O fine friend, he had forgot the phrase: How serious apish soules are in vaine forme: Well, he is mine, and he being trusted most With my deare ioue, may often worke our meeting, And being thus ingagde, dare not reeale. Horse, horse, horse, my lord, horse, your father is going a hunting. My Lord horse? you asse d'e call my Lord horse? Nay, he speakes huddles still, lets sl h tongue. Nay good vnkle now, sbloud, what cap, marchants you be; so the Duke tooke me vp euen now: my lord vnckle heere, and my old lord Lasso, by heauen y'are too witty for me, I am the veriest foole on you all, e be sworne. Therein thou art worth vs all, for thou knowst thy selfe. But your wedom was in a pretty tg lst night; was it not I pray? O, for taking my drink a little? faith my Lord, for that you shall haue the best sport pntly with Mad Cor, that eer was; I haue made her so drunke, that she does nothing b kisse my Lord Medice. See shee comes riding the Duke, shees passing well mounted▪ beleeue it. Good wench forbeare. My Lord, you must put forth your selfe among Ladies, I warrant you haue much in you, if you would shew it; see, a cheeke a twentie; the bodie of a George, a good legge still; still a good calfe▪ and nt slabby, nor hanging I warrnt you; a brawe of a thumb here, and t'were a pd p; Neece Meg ou shalt haue the sweetest bedfellow on him, that euer calld Ladie husband; trie him you shamefac'd bable you, him. Good Madame be rulde. What a nice thing it is, my Lord, you must set foorth this gre▪ and ke her; yfaith you must; get you togher and be naugh awhile, get you together. Now what a merrie harmlesse dame it is! My Lord Medice, you are a right noble man, & wil do a woman right in a wrong matter and neede be; prav do you giue the duke ensample vpon me; you come a wooing to me now; I accept it.