The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 22 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 0.80 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Then am I greater than the Duke. There, there's a notable piece of treason, greater than the Duke, mark that. But how, or where, or when this shall be compassed, is yet out of my reach. I am so truly miserable, that might I be now knocked ath' head, with all my heart I would forgive a dog killer. Yet do I see through this confusedness some little comfort. The plot my Lord, as ere you can of a woman discover. Plots, dangerous plots, I will deserve by this most liberally. 'Tis from my head again. O that it would stand me, that I might fight, or have some venture for it, that I might be turned loose, to try my Fortune amongst the whole fry in a College, or an Inn of Court, or scramble with the prisoners in the dungeon; nay were it set down in the outer court, And all the Guard about it in a ring, With their knives drawn, which were a dismal sight, And after twenty leisurely were told, I to be let loose, only in my shirt, To try the valour, how much of the spoil, I would recover from the enemy's mouths: I would accept the challenge. Let it go: hast not thou been held To have some wit in the Court, and to make fine jests Upon country people in progress time, and Wilt thou lose this opinion, for the cold head of a Fish? I say, let it go: I'll help thee to as good a dish of meat. God let me not live, if I do not wonder Men should talk so profanely: But it is not in the power of loose words, Of any vain or misbelieving man, To make me dare to wrong thy purity, Show me but any Lady in the Court, That hath so full an eye, so sweet a breath, So soft and white a flesh: this doth not lie In almond gloves, nor ever hath been washed In artificial baths; no traveler That hath brought doctor home with him, hath dared With all his waters, powders, fucuses, To make thy lovely corpses sophisticate. I have it, 'tis now infused, be comforted. Can there be that little hope yet left in nature? shall I once more erect up Trophies? shall I enjoy the sight of my dear Saint, and bless my palate with the best of creatures, ah good my Lord, by whom I breathe again, shall I receive this being? Sir, I have found by certain calculation, and settled revolution of the stars, the Fish is sent by the Lord Gondarino to his Mercer, now 'tis a growing hope to know where 'tis. O 'tis far above the good of women, the pathic cannot yield more pleasing titillation.
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Then am I greater then the Duke. There, there's a notable peece of treason, greater then the Duke, marke that. But how, or where, or when this shall bee compas'd, is yet out of my reach. I am so truly miserable, that might I be now knockt ath' head, with all my heart I would forgiue a dog killer. Yet doe I see through this confusednes some little comfort. The plot my Lord, as er'e you cam of a womā discouer. Plots, dangerous plots, I will deserue by this most liberally. 'Tis from my head againe. O that it would stand mee, that I might fight, or haue some venture for it, that I might be turn'd loose, to try my Fortune amongst the whole frie in a Colledge, or an Inne of Court, or scrāble with the prisoners in the dungeon; nay were it set downe in the owter court, And all the Guard about it in a ring, With their kniues drawne, which were a dismall sight, And after twentie leisurely were told, I to be let loose, onely in my shirt, To trie the valour, how much of the spoile, I would recouer from the enemies mouthes: I would accept the challenge. Let it goe: hast not thou beene held To haue some wit in the Court, and to make fine jests Vpon country people in progresse time, and Wilt thou loose this opinion, for the cold head of a Fish? I say, let it goe: Ile helpe thee to as good a dish of meat. God let me not liue, if I doe not wonder Men should talke so prophanely: But it is not in the power of loose wordes, Of any vaine or misbeleeuing man, To make me dare to wrong thy puritie, Shew me but any Lady in the Court, That hath so full an eie, so sweet a breath, So softe and white a flesh: this doth not lie In almond gloues, nor euer hath bin washt In artificiall bathes; no traueller That hath brought doctor home with him, hath dar'd With all his waters, powders, Fucusses, To make thy louely corpes sophisticate. I haue it, tis now infus'd, be comforted. Can there be that little hope yet left in nature? shal I once more erect vp Trophies? shall I enioy the sight of my deere Saint, and blesse my pallate with the best of creatures, ah good my Lord, by whom I breath again, shal I receiue this beeing? Sir, I haue found by certain calculation, and setled reuolution of the starres, the Fish is sent by the Lord Gondarino to his Mercer, now tis a growing hope to know where tis. O tis farre aboue the good of women, the Pathicke cannot yield more pleasing tittylation.