The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 11 of 46
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
She that you love. I do suspect. So do I. This fellow to be but a counterfeit, One that doth seem to loathe all woman kind, To hate himself, because he hath some part Of woman in him; seems not to endure To see, or to be seen of any woman, Only, because he knows it is their nature To wish to taste that which is most forbidden: And with this show, he may the better compass (And with far less suspicion) his base ends. Upon my life 'tis so. And I do know, Before his slain wife gave him that offence, He was the greatest servant to that sex, That ever was; what doth this Lady here with him alone? why should he rail at her to me? Because your grace might not suspect. 'twas so: I do love her strangely; I would fain know the truth: counsel me. It falls out better than we could expect Sir, that we should find the Duke and my Lord Gondarino together, both which you desire to be acquainted with. 'twas very happy: Boy, go down into the kitchen, & see if you can spy that same; I am now in some hope: I have methinks a kind of fever upon me, A certain gloominess within me, doubting as it were, betwixt two passions; there is no young maid, upon her wedding night, when her husband sets first foot in the bed, blushes, and looks pale again, oftener than I do now. There is no Poet acquainted with more shakings & quakings, towards the latter end of this new play, when he's in that case, that he stands peeping betwixt the curtains, so fearfully, that a bottle of Ale cannot be opened, but he thinks somebody hisses, than I am at this instant. Are they in consultation, if they be, either my young Duke hath gotten some bastard, and is persuading my knight yonder, to father the child, and marry the wench, or else some Cockpit is to be built. My Lord? what noble man's that? His name is Lucio, 'tis he that was made a Lord at the request of some of his friends for his wives sake, he affects to be a great Statesman, and thinks it consists in night caps, and jewels, and toothpicks? And what's that other? A Knight Sir, that pleaseth the Duke to favour, & to raise to some extraordinary fortunes, he can make as good men as himself, every day in the week and doth— For what was he raised. Truly Sir, I am not able to say directly, for what; but for wearing of red breeches as I take it, he's a brave man, he will spend three Knighthoods at a Supper without trumpets. My Lord i'll talk with him, for I have a friend, that would gladly receive the humour. If he have the itch of Knighthood upon him, let him repair to that Physician, he'll cure him: but I will give you a note; is your friend fat or lean?
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Shee that you loue. I doe suspect. So doe I. This fellow to be but a counterfeit, One that doeth seeme to loath all woman kind, To hate himselfe, because he hath some part Of woman in him; seemes not to endure To see, or to bee seene of any woman, Onely, because he knowes it is their nature To wish to taste that which is most forbidden: And with this show, he may the better compasse (And with farre lesse suspition) his base endes. Vpon my life 'tis so. And I doe know, Before his slaine wife gaue him that offence, He was the greatest seruant to that sexe, That euer was; what doth this Lady here with him alone? why should he raile at her to me? Because your grace might not suspect. T'was so: I doe loue her straingely; I would faine know the truth: counsel me. It falls out better then we could expect Sir, that we should finde the Duke and my Lord Gondarino together, both which you desire to be acquainted with. T'was very happy: Boy, goe downe into the kitchin, & see if you can spie that same; I am now in some hope: I haue me thinkes a kind of feauer vpon me, A certaine gloominesse within me, doubting as it were, betwixt two passions; there is no young maide, vpon her wedding night, when her husband sets first foot in the bedde, blushes, and lookes pale againe, oftner then I doe now. There is no Poet acquainted with more shakings & akinges, towardes the latter end of this new play, when hee's in that case, that he standes peeping betwixt the curtaines, so fearefully, that a bottle of Ale cannot be opened, but he thinkes some body hisses, then I am at this instant. Are they in consultatiō, if they be, either my yong Duke hath gotten some bastard, and is perswading my knight yonder, to father the childe, and marrie the wench, or else some Cock-pit is to be built. My Lord? what noble mann's that? His name is Lucio, tis hee that was made a Lord at the request of some of his friendes for his wiues sake, he affects to bee a great States-man, and thinkes it consistes in night cappes, and iewels, and tooth-pikes? And whats that other? A Knight Sir, that pleaseth the Duke to fauour, & to raise to some extraordinarie fortunes, hee can make as good men as himselfe, euerie day in the weeke and doth— For what was he raised. Truely Sir, I am not able to say directlie, for what; but for wearing of red breeches as I take it, hees a braue man, hee will spend three Knighthoodes at a Supper without trumpets. My Lord ile talke with him, for I haue a friend, that would gladlie receiue the humour. If he haue the itch of Knighthood vppon him, let him repaire to that Phisition, hee'le cure him: but I will giue you a note; is your friend fat or leane?