Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
And they be, I hope they be not the first wrongs I have put up for your worship. That fellows pocket is like a tailors hell, it eats up part of every man's due: 'tis an Executioner, and makes away more innocent petitions in one year, than a redheaded hang man cuts ropes in an age. Now, what are you sirrah? A poor soldier an't like your worship. Poor soldiers do not like my worship, they are bad members. Then if they had a woman to their judge, they should be sure to be cut off, for they cannot endure bad members in a Commonwealth. What are you? A poor scholar, an't like your worship. Poor scholars do not like our worship neither, they rail against rich Cormorants, they are bad members to. Cut them off both sir, and make the Land an Eunuch. I'll take order with 'em I warrant thee, and I may have my will, I'll ha' neither poor scholar nor soldier about the Court. The next way to make it the I'll of fools. What's he talks of fools there? why how now sir, know you to whom you speak? Cry your worship mercy, I had forgot your authority. But I remember well enough I warrant you, I command you, in my name and the Duke's, to attend your guard, and you regard me no more than a careless Lawyer doth an undone cliant, but I'll inform: the Duke shall know, out, pack. Command your slaves sir, we are gentlemen. Why so I hope are we sir, and of the best and last edition, of the Duke's own making. Cry your authority mercy, will you discharge us of these passengers? You are discharged, about your business. Bad fate, that wrong should set his foot on right, And true borne Eagles stoop to this base kite. What an excellent trade it is to be an officer maker, I'll have more officers, and one shall be to keep scholars and soldiers out of the Court, for they dare not come in the great Chamber already, for want of good clothes. But gods me Manasses, go tell the Duke I must speak with him. Presently sir, I'll go fetch the head to give the foot a posset: and my master had wit to his villainy, he would make an excellent dish for the hangman. Right worshipful. ay sir, I know my place is worshipful, I tell thee knave I could hang thee by my patent, if it were granted once, I'll tell thee how it runs, It allows me 24 knaves, 6 Knights, 10 fools, 13 felons, and 14 traitors by the year, take 'em how, why, when, and where I please. I do not think the Duke will ever grant it. Why not grant it? why should you think he will not grant it. Such another word & I'll send you to Limbo instantly. We thank you good Dametas.
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And they be, I hope they be not the firſt wrongs I haue put vp for your worſhip. That fellowes pocket is like a Taylers hell, it eates vp part of euery mans due: tis an Executioner, and makes away more innocent petitions in one yeere, then a red-headed hang man cuts ropes in an age. Now, what are you ſirra? A poore ſouldier ant like your worſhip. Poore ſouldiers doe not like my worſhip, they are bad members. Then if they had a woman to their Iudge, they ſhould be ſure to be cut off, for they cannot indure badde members in a Common-wealth. What are you? A poore ſcholler, ant like your worſhip. Poore ſchollers doe not like our worſhip neither, they raile againſt rich Cormorants, they are bad members to. Cut them off both ſir, and make the Land an Eunuch. Ile take order with em I warrant thee, and I may haue my will, Ile ha neither poore ſcholler nor ſoldior about the Court. The next way to make it the Ile of fooles. Whats he talkes of fooles there? why how now ſir, knowe you to whom you ſpeake? Cry your worſhip mercy, I had forgot your authoritie. But I remember well enough I warrant you, I commaund you, in my name and the Dukes, to attend your gard, and you regard mee no more then a careleſſe Lawyer doth an vndone clyant, but Ile informe: the Duke ſhall know, out, pack. Commaund your ſlaues ſir, we are gentlemen. Why ſo I hope are wee ſir, and of the beſt and laſt edition, of the Dukes owne making. Cry your authoritie mercy, will you diſcharge vs of theſe paſſengers? You are diſchargd, about your buſines. Bad fate, that wrong ſhould ſet his foote on right, And true borne Eagles ſtoope to this baſe kyte. What an excellent trade it is to be an officer maker, Ile haue more officers, and one ſhall be to keepe ſchollers and ſouldiers out of the Court, for they dare not come in the great Chamber alreadie, for want of good clothes. But gods me Manaſſes, goe tell the Duke I muſt ſpeake with him. Preſently ſir, Ile go fetch the head to giue the foote a poſſet: and my maiſter had wit to his villanie, he would make an excellent diſh for the hangman. Right worſhipfull. I ſir, I knowe my place is worſhipfull, I tell thee knaue I could hang thee by my pattent, if it were granted once, Ile tell thee how it runnes, It allowes mee 24 knaues, 6 Kinghts, 10 fooles, 13 fellons, and 14 traytors by the yeere, take em howe, why, when, and where I pleaſe. I doe not thinke the Duke will euer grant it. Why not grant it? why ſhould you thinke he wil not grant it. Such another word & Ile ſend you to Limbo inſtanthe. We thanke you good Dametas.