The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 30 of 46
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Gondarino, lead on, we'll follow thee. Here hope I to meet my citizen, and here hopes he to meet his scholar; I am sure I am grave enough, to his eyes, and knave enough to deceive him: I am believed to conjure, raise storms, and devils, by whose power I can do wonders; let him believe so still, belief hurts no man: I have an honest black cloak, for my knavery, and a General pardon for his foolery, from this present day, till the day of his Breaking. Is't not a misery, and the greatest of our age, to see a handsome, young, fair enough, and well mounted wench, humble herself, in an old stammel petticoat, standing possessed of no more fringe than the street can allow her: her upper parts so poor and wanting, that ye may see her bones through her bodies: shoes she would have, if her captain were come over, and is content the while to devote herself to ancient slippers. These premises well considered, gentlemen will move, they make me melt I promise ye, they stir me much; and were't not for my smooth, soft, silken Citizen, I would quit this transitory trade, get me an everlasting rob, fear up my conscience, and turn Sergeant. But here 'a comes, is mine as good as prize: Sir Pandarus be my speed, ye are most fitly met sir. And you as well encountered, what of this heir? hath your books been propitious? Sir, 'tis done, she's come, she is in my house, make yourself apt for Courtship, stroke up your stockings, lose not an inch of your legs goodness; I am sure ye wear socks. There your books fail ye Sir, in truth I wear no socks. I would ye had Sir, it were the sweeter grace for your legs; get on your gloves, are they perfumed? A pretty wash I'll assure you. 'Twill serve: your offers must be full of bounty, velvets to furnish a gown, silks for petticoats and foreparts, shag for linings; forget not some pretty jewel to fasten, after some little complement: if she deny this courtesy, double your bounties, be not wanting in abundance, fullness of gifts, linked with a pleasing tongue, will win an Anchorite. Sir, ye are my friend, and friend to all that professes good letters; I must not use this office else, it fits not for a scholar, and a gentleman: those stockings are of Naples, they are silk? Ye are again beside your text; sir, they are a the best of wool, and they cleped jersey. Sure they are very dear? Nine shillings, by my love to learning. Pardon my judgement, we scholars use no other objects, but their books. There is one thing entombed in that grave breast, that makes me equally admire it with your scholarship.
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Gondarino, lead on, wee'l follow thee. Here hope I to meete my citizen, and here hopes he to meete his scholler; I am sure I am graue enough, to his eies, and knaue enough to deceiue him: I am beleeued to conjure, raise stormes, and diuels, by whose power I can doe wonders; let him beleeue so still, beleefe hurts no man: I haue an honest blacke cloake, for my knauerie, and a Generall pardon for his foolerie, from this present day, till the day of his Breaking. Ist not a miserie, and the greatest of our age, to see a handsome, young, faire enough, and well mounted wench, humble her selfe, in an old stammell petticoate, standing possest of no more fringe then the street can allow her: her vpper parts so poore and wanting, that yee may see her bones through her bodies: shooes she would haue, if her captaine were come ouer, and is content the while to deuote her selfe to antiēt slippers. These premisses wel cōsidered, gentlemē will mooue, they make me melt I promise yee, they stirre me much; and were't not for my smooth, soft, silken Citizen, I would quit this transitorie trade, get mee an euerlasting robe, feare vp my conscience, and turne Serieant. But here a comes, is mine as good as prize: Sir Pandarus be my speed, ye are most fitly met sir. And you as wel encountred, what of this heire? hath your bookes beene propitious? Sir, 'tis done, shees come, shee is in my house, make your selfe apt for Courtship, stroke vp your stockings, loose not an inch of your legges goodnesse; I am sure yee weare sockes. There your bookes faile ye Sir, in truth I weare no sockes. I would ye had Sir, it were the sweeter grace for your legges; get on your gloues, are they perfum'd? A pretty wash Ile assure you. 'Twill serue: your offers must be full of bounty, veluets to furnish a gowne, silkes for petticoats and foreparts, shag for linings; forget not some pretty jewell to fasten, after some little complement: if shee deny this curtesie, double your bounties, be not wanting in aboundance, fulnesse of guiftes, linckt with a pleasing tongue, will winne an Anchorite. Sir, yee are my friende, and friende to all that professes good letters; I must not vse this office else, it fits not for a scholler, and a gentleman: those stockings are of Naples, they are silke? Ye are againe beside your text; sir, they are a the best of wooll, and they cleeped jersey. Sure they are very deare? Nine shillings, by my loue to learning. Pardon my iudgement, wee schollers vse no other obiects, but their bookes. There is one thing intomb'd in that graue breast, that makes mee equally admire it with your schollership.