The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 33 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 0.83 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Lady, now I were too simple if I should not offer. O God sir, pray away, this man talks idly. How shay by that; now by that candle there, Were I as Vince is, I would handle you In rufty-tufty wise, in your right kind. O, you have made him a sweet beagle, ha'ye not? 'tis the most true believer in himself: Of all that sect of folly faith's his fault. So to her Vince, I give thee leave my lad, Sweet were the words my mistress spoke, when tears fell from He lies down her eyes. by them. Thus, as the Lion lies before his den, Guarding his whelps, and streaks his careless limbs, And when the Panther, Fox, or Wolf comes near He never deigns to rise, to fright them hence, But only puts forth one of his stern paws, And keeps his dear whelps safe, as in a hutch, So I present his person, and keep mine. Foxes, go by I put my terror forth, Let all the world say what they can, Her bargain best she makes, That hath the wit to choose a man, To pay for that he takes. Dispatch sweet whelps the bug, the Duke comes straight: O 'tis a grave old lover that same Duke, And chooses Minions rarely, if you mark him. The noble Medice, that man, that Bobbadilla, That foolish knave, that hose and doublet stinkard. 'swounds my Lord, rise, let's endure no more. A little, pray my Lord, for I believe We shall discover very notable knavery. Alas how I am grieved and shamed in this. Never care you Lord brother, there's no harm done. But that sweet Creature, my good Lords sister, Madam Cortezza, she, the noblest Dame That ever any vein of honour bled; There were a wise now, for my Lord the Duke Had he the grace to choose her, but in deed, To speak her true praise, I must use some study. Now truly brother, I did ever think This man the honestest man that ere you kept. So sister, so, because he praises you. Nay sit, but you shall hear him further yet. Were not her head sometimes a little light, And so unapt for matter of much weight, She were the fittest, and the worthiest Dame To leap a window, and to break her neck, That ever was. God's pity, arrant knave, I ever thought him a dissembling varlet. Well, now my hearts be wary, for by this, I fear the Duke is coming; I'll go watch, And give you warning: I commend me t'ee. O fine phrase, And very timely used. What now sweet life, shall we resolve upon? We never shall enjoy each other here. Direct you then my Lord, what we shall do, For I am at your will, and will endure With you, the cruel'st absence, from the state We both were borne too, that can be supposed.
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Lady, now I were too simple if I should not offer. O God sir, pray away, this man talks idlely. How shay by that; now by that candle there, Were I as Vince is, I would handle you In ruftie tuftie wise, in your right kinde. O, you haue made him a sweete beagle, ha'y not? T'is the most true beleeuer in himselfe: Of all that sect of follie faith's his fault. So to her Vince, I giue thee leaue my lad, Sweete were the words my mistris spake, when teares fell from He lies down her eyes. by them. Thus, as the Lyon lies before his den, Guarding his whelps, and streakes his carelesse limbs, And when the Panther, Foxe, or Wolfe comes neere He neuer daines to rise, to fright them hnce, But onely puts forth one of his sterne pawes, And his deare whlps safe, as in a hutch, So I prsent his person, and keepe mine. Fox s, goe by I put my terror forth, Let all the world what they can, Her bargaine best she makes, That hath the wit to choose a man, To pay for that he takes. Dispatch sweete whelps the bug, the Duke comes strait: O tis a grae old loer that same Duke, And chooses Minions rarely, if you marke him. The noble Medice, that man, that Bobbadilla▪ That foolish knue, that hose and dblet inckard. Swounds my Lord, rise, lets indure no more. A little, pry my Lord, for I bleeue We shall discouer very notable knauey. Als how I am gre'd and sham'd in this. Neuer care you Lord brother, theres no harme done. But tht sweet Creature▪ my good Lords sister, Madam Cortezza, she, the noblest Dame That euer any veine of honour bled; There were a wise now, for my Lord the Due Had he the grace to choose her, but in eede, To speke her tru prais, I must vse some sudy. Now truly brother, I did eer thinke This man the honestest man that ere you kpt. So siste, so, because he praises you. Nay sit, but you shall here him further yet. Were not her head sometimes a litle light, And so vnapt for mater of much weight, She were the fittest, ad the wortest Dame To leape a window, and to breake her necke, That euer was. Gods pitty, arant knae, I euer thought him a dissembling varlot. Well, now my hearts be warie, for by this, I feare the Duke is comming; Ile go watch, And giue you warning: I commend me ee. O fine phrase, And very timely vsde. What now sweete life, shall we resolue vpon? We neuer shall inioy each other heere. Direct you then my Lord, what we shall doe, For I am at your will, and will indure With you, the cruellst absence, from the state We both were borne too, that can be supposde.