Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Come Sir, a stool boy, these Court Feasts are to us Servitors Court Fasts, such scambling, such shift for to eat, and where to eat, here a Squire of low degree hath got the carcase of a Plover, there Pages of the Chamber divide the spoils of a tattered Pheasant, here the Sewer has friended a Country Gentleman with a sweet green goose, and there a young fellow that late has bought his office, has caught a Woodcock by the nose, with cups full ever flowing. But is not Faunus preferred with a right hand? Did you ever see a fellow so spurted up in a moment, he has got the right ear of the Duke, the Prince, Princess, most of the Lords, but all the Ladies, why he is become their only Minion, Usher, and Supporter. He hath gotten more loved reputation of virtue, of learning, of all graces, in one hour, than all your snarling reformers have in— Nay, that's unquestionable, and indeed what a fruitless labour, what a filling of Danae's tub, is it become to inveigh against folly, community takes away the sense, and example the shame: no, praise me these fellows, hang on their chariot wheel, And mount with them whom fortune heaves, nay drives: A stoical sour virtue seldom thrives. Oppose such fortune, and then burst with those are pitied. The hill of Chance is paved with poor men's bones, And bulks of luckless souls, over whose eyes, Their chariot wheels must ruthless grate, that rise. Behold that thing of most fortunate, most prosperous, impudence, Don Fanus himself. Blessed and long lasting be thy carnation ribbon; O man of more than wit, much more than virtue, of fortune! Fawnus wilt eat any of a young spring salad? where did the herbs grow my gallant, where did they grow? Hard by in the City here. No, I'll none, I'll eat no City herbs, no City roots, for here in the City a man shall have his excrements in his teeth again within four and twenty hours, I love no City sallets: hast any Canary? How the poor snake wriggles with this sudden warmth. Here Fawnus a health as deep as a female. Fore Ioue, we must be more endeared. How dost thou feel thyself now Fawn? Very womanly with my fingers, I protest I think I shall love you, are you married? I am truly taken with your virtues, are you married? Yes. Why I like you well for it. No troth Fawn, I am not married. Why I like you better for it; fore heaven I must love you; Why Fawn, why? Fore-heaven you are blessed with three rare graces, fine linen, clean linings, a sanguine complexion, and I am sure, an excellent wit, for you are a gentleman borne. Thank thee sweet Fawn, but why is clean linen such a grace, I prithee. Oh my excellent, and inward dearly approved friend,— What's your name sir? clean linen is the first our life craves, and the last our death enjoys.
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Come Sir, a stoole boy, these Court Feasts are to vs Seruitors Court Fasts, such scambling, such shift for to eate, and where to eate, here a Squire of lowe degree hath got the carkasse of a Plouer, there Pages of the Chamber diuide the spoyles of a tatterd Phesant, here the Sewer has friended a Countrey Gentleman with a sweet green goose, and there a yong fellow that late has bought his office, has caught a Woodcocke by the nose, with cups full euer flowing. But is not Faunus prefer'd with a right hand? Did you euer see a fellow so spurted vp in a moment, he has got the right eare of the Duke, the Prince, Princesse, most of the Lords, but all the Ladies, why hee is become their onely Minion, Vsher, and Supporter. He hath gotten more lou'd reputation of vertue, of learning, of all graces, in one houre, than all your snarling reformers haue in — Nay, thats vnquestionable, and indeed what a fruitles labor, what a filling of Danaes tubbe, is it become to inueigh against follie, communitie takes away the sence, and example the shame: no, prayse me these fellowes, hang on their chariot wheele, And mount with them whom fortune heaues, nay driues: A stoycall sower vertue seldome thriues. Oppose such fortune, and then burst with those are pitied. The hill of Chaunce is pau'd with poore mens bones, And bulkes of luckles soules, ouer whose eyes, Their charriot wheeles must ruthles grate, that rise. Behold that thing of most fortunate, most prosperous, impudence, Don Fanus himselfe. Blessed and long lasting bee thy carnation ribban; O man of more than wit, much more than vertue, of fortune! Fawnus wilt eate any of a young spring sallet? where did the hearbs grow my gallant, where did they grow? Hard by in the Citie here. No, Ile none, Ile eate no Citie hearbes, no Citie roots, for here in the Cittie a man shall haue his excrements in his teeth againe within foure and twentie houres, I loue no Citie fallets: has't any Canarie? How the poore snake wriggles with this suddain warmth. Here Fawnus a health as deepe as a female. Fore Ioue, we must be more indeer'd. How doost thou feele thy selfe now Fawne? Verie womanly with my fingers, I protest I thinke I shall loue you, are you married? I am truely taken with your vertues, are you married? Yes. Why I like you well for it. No troth Fawne, I am not married. Why I like you better for it; fore heauen I must loue you; Why Fawne, why? Fore-heauen you are blest with three rare graces, fine linnen, cleane linings, a sanguine complexion, and I am sure, an excellent wit, for you are a gentleman borne. Thanke thee sweet Fawne, but why is cleane linnen such a grace, I prethee. Oh my excellent, and inward deerely approoued friend,— What's your name sir? cleane linnen is the first our life craues, and the last our death enioyes.