The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 2 of 46
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta typicality 0.78 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
I think your grace intends to walk the public streets disguised, to see the streets disorders. It is not so. You secretly will cross some other states, that do conspire against you. Weightier far: You are my friends, and you shall have the cause; I break my sleeps thus soon to see a wench. You're wondrous careful for your subjects' good. You are a very loving Prince in deed. This care I take for them, when their dull eyes, Are closed with heavy slumbers. Then you rise to see your wenches? What Milan beauty hath the power, to charm her sovereign's eyes, and break his sleeps? Sister to Count Vaelore: She's a maid Would make a Prince, forget his throne and state, And lowly kneel to her: the general fate Of all mortality, is hers to give; As she disposeth, so we die and live. My Lord, the day grows clear, the Court will rise. We stay too long, is the the Umbrano's head as we commanded, sent to the sad Gondarino, our general? 'tis sent. But stay, where shines that light? 'tis in the chamber of Lazarello. Lazarello? what is he? A Courtier my Lord, and one that I wonder your grace knows not: for he hath followed your Court, and your last predecessors, from place to place, any time this seven year, as faithfully as your Spits and your Dripping-pans have done, and almost as greasily. O we know him as we have heard: he keeps a calendar of all the famous dishes of meat, that have been in the Court, ever since our great Grandfathers time; and when he can thrust in at no Table, he makes his meat of that. The very same my Lord. A Courtier call'st thou him? Believe me Lucio, there be many such About our Court, respected, as they think, Even by ourself; with thee I will be plain: We Princes do use, to prefer many for nothing, and to take particular and free knowledge, almost in the nature of acquaintance of many; whom we do use only for our pleasures, and do give largely to numbers; more out of policy, to be thought liberal, and by that means to make the people strive to deserve our love; then to reward any particular desert of theirs, to whom we give: and do suffer ourselves to here Flatterers, more for recreation Then for love of it, though we seldom hate it: And yet we know all these, and when we please, Can touch the wheel, and turn their names about. I wonder they that know their states so well, should fancy such base slaves. Thou wonder'st Lucio, Dost not thou think, if thou wert Duke of Milan, Thou shouldst be flattered? I know my Lord, I would not.
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I thinke your grace intendes to walke the publique streetes disguised, to see the streetes disorders. It is not so. You secretly will crosse some other states, that doe conspire against you. Waightier farre: You are my friendes, and you shall haue the cause; I breake my sleepes thus soone to see a wench. Y'are woundrous carefull for your subjects good. You are a very louing Prince in deed. This care I take for them, when their dull eyes, Are clos'd with heauie slumbers. Then you rise to see your wenches? What Millaine beautie hath the power, to charme her Soueraignes eyes, and breake his sleepes? Sister to Count Vaelore: She's a maide Would make a Prince, forget his throne and state, And lowly kneele to her: the generall fate Of all mortalitie, is hers to giue; As she disposeth, so we die and liue. My Lord, the day grow's cleere, the Court will rise. We stay too long, is the the Vmbranoes head as wee commaunded, sent to the sadde Gondarino, our generall? Tis sent. But stay, where shines that light? Tis in the chamber of Lazarello. Lazarello? what is he? A Courtier my Lord, and one that I wonder your grace knowes not: for he hath followed your Court, and your last predecessors, from place to place, any time this seauen yeare, as faithfully as your Spits and your Dripping-pans haue done, and almost as greasely. O we knowe him as we haue heard: he keepes a kallender of all the famous dishes of meate, that haue bin in the Court, euer since our great Graundfathers time; and when he can thrust in at no Table, hee makes his meate of that. The very same my Lord. A Courtier cal'st thou him? Beleeue me Lucio, there be many such About our Court, respected, as they thinke, Euen by our selfe; with thee I will be plaine: We Princes do vse, to prefer many for nothing, and to take particular and free knowledge, almost in the nature of acquaintance of many; whome we do vse only for our pleasures, and do giue largely to numberes; more out of pollicy, to be thought liberall, and by that meanes to make the people striue to deserue our loue; then to reward any particular desert of theirs, to whome we giue: and doo suffer our selues to heere Flatterers, more for recreation Then for loue of it, though we sildome hate it: And yet we know all these, and when we please, Can touch the wheele, and turne their names about. I wonder they that know their states so well, should fancie such base slaues. Thou wondrest Lucio, Do'st not thou thinke, if thou wert Duke of Millaine, Thou should'st be flattered? I knowe my Lord, I would not.