The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 26 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 0.86 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Sir, the fish head is gone. Then be thou henceforth dumb, with thy ill boding voice Farewell Milan, fare well noble Duke, Farewell my fellow Courtiers all, with whom, I have of yore made many a scrambling meal In corners, behind arrases, on stairs, And in the action often times have spoiled, Our Doublets and our hose, with liquid stuff: Farewell you lusty archers of the Guard, To whom I now do give the bucklers up, And never more with any of your coat Will eat for wagers, now you happy be, When this shall light upon you, think on me: You Sewers, carvers, ushers of the Court Surnamed gentle, for your fair demean, Here I do take of you my last farewell, May you stand stiffly in your proper places, And execute your offices aright. Farewell you maidens, with your mother eke, farewell you courtly Chaplains that be there, All good attend you, may you never more Marry your patron's lady's waiting-woman, But may you raised be; by this my fall May Lazarillo suffer for you all. Sir, I was hearkening to you. I will hear nothing; I will break my knife, the ensign of my former happy state, knock out my teeth, have them hung at a barber's, and enter into Religion. Why Sir, I think, I know whether it is gone. See the rashness of man in his nature; whither? whither? I do unsay all that I have said, go on, go on: Boy, I humble myself and follow thee; Farewell sir. Not so Sir, you shall take a piece of Beef with me. I cannot stay. By my fay, but you shall Sir; in regard of your love to learning, and your skill in the black Art. I do hate learning, and I have no skill in the black Art; I would I had. Why your desire is sufficient to me, you shall stay. The most horrible, and detested curses that can be imagined; light upon all the professors of that Art; may they be drunk, & when they go to conjure, & reel in the Circle, may the Spirits by them raised, tear am in pieces, and hang their quarters on old broken walls, and Steeple tops. This speech of yours, shows you to have some skill in the Science, wherefore in civility, I may not suffer you to depart empty. My stomach is up, I cannot endure it, I will fight in this quarrel, as soon as for my Prince. Room, make way: Hunger commands, my valour must obey. Is the Duke private? He is alone, but I think your Lordship may enter. Who's with the Duke? The Count is new gone in, but the Duke will come forth, before you can be weary of waiting. I will attend him here. I must wait without the door.
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Sir, the fish head is gone. Then be thou henceforth dumbe, with thy ill boding voyce Farewell Millaine, fare well noble Duke, Farewell my fellow Courtiers all, with whome, I haue of yore made many a scrambling meale In corners, behind Arasses, on staires, And in the action often times haue spoild, Our Dublets and our hose, with liquid stuffe: Farewell you lustie archers of the Guard, To whome I now doe giue the bucklers vp, And neuer more with any of your coate Will eate for wagers, now you happie be, When this shall light vpon you, thinke on me: You Sewers, caruers, vshers of the Court Surnamed gentle, for your faire demeane, Here I doe take of you my last ferewell, May you stand stifly in your proper places, And execute your offices aright. Farewell you maidens, with your mother eke, Ferewell you courtly Chaplaines that be there, All good attend you, may you neuer more Marry your Patrons Ladies wayting-woman, But may you rays'd bee; by this my fall May Lazarillo suffer for you all. Sir, I was harkening to you. I will heare nothing; I will breake my knife, the ensigne of my former happie state, knocke out my teeth, haue them hung at a Barbers, and enter into Religion. Why Sir, I think, I knowe whether it is gon. See the rashnesse of man in his nature; whither? whither? I doe vnsay that I haue said, goe on, goe on: Boy, I humble my selfe and follow thee; Farewell sir. Not so Sir, you shal take a peece of Beefe with me. I cannot stay. By my fay, but you shall Sir; in regard of your loue to learning, and your skill in the blacke Arte. I do hate learning, and I haue no skill in the blacke Arte; I would I had. Why your desire is sufficient to me, you shall stay. The most horrible, and detested curses that can be imagined; light vppon all the professors of that Arte; may they be drunke, & when they goe to cōjure, & reele in the Circle, may the Spirits by them rais'd, teare am in peeces, and hang their quarters on old broken walles, and Steeple tops. This speech of yours, shewes you to haue some skill in the Science, wherefore in ciuilitie, I may not suffer you to depart emptie. My stomacke is vp, I cannot indure it, I will fight in this quarrell, as soone as for my Prince. Roome, make way: Hunger commaunds, my valour must obay. Is the Duke priuate? He is alone, but I thinke your Lordship may enter. Who's with the Duke? The Count is newe gone in, but the Duke will come forth, before you can be weary of waiting. I will attend him here. I must wait without the dore.