The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 32 of 46
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Boy I am received to be a Gentleman, a Courtier, and a man of Action, modest, and wise, and be it spoken with thy reverence Child, abounding virtuous; and wouldst thou have a man of these choice habits, covet the cover of a bawdy house? yet if I go not in, I am but— But what Sir? Dust boy, but dust, and my soul unsatisfied shall haunt the keepers of my blessed Saint, and I will appear. An Ass to all men; Sir these are no means, to stay your appetite, you must resolve to enter. Were not the house subject to Martial law— If that be all, Sir ye may enter, for ye can know nothing here, that the Court is ignorant of, only the more eyes shall look upon ye, for there they wink one at another's faults. If I do not, Then ye must beat fairly back again, fall to your physical mess of porridge, & the twice sacked carcase of a Capon, Fortune may favour you so much, to send the bread to it: but it's a mere venture, and money may be put out upon it. I will go in and live; pretend some love to the gentlewoman, screw myself in affection, & so be satisfied. This fly is caught, is mashed already, I will suck him, and lay him by. Muffle yourself in your cloak by any means, 'tis a received thing among gallants, to walk to their lechery, as though they had the rheum, 'twas well you brought not your horse. Why boy? Faith Sir 'tis the fashion of our gentry, to have their horses wait at door like men, while the beasts their masters, are within at rack & manger, 'twould have discovered much. I will lay by these habits, forms, and grave respects of what I am, and be myself; only my appetite, my fire, my soul, my being, my dear appetite shall go along with me, armed with whose strength, I fear les will attempt the greatest danger dare oppose my fury: I am resolved wherever that thou art, most sacred dish, hid from unhollowed eyes, to find thee out. Be'st thou in hell, rapt by Proserpina, To be a Rival in black Pluto's love: Or moves thou in the heavens, a form divine: Lashing the lazy Spheres: Or if thou be'st returned to thy first being, Thy mother Sea, there will I seek thee forth, Earth, Air, nor Fire, Nor the black shades below, shall bar my sight, So daring is my powerful appetite. Sir, you may save this long voyage, and take a shorter cut, you have forgot yourself, the fish head's here, your own imaginations have made you mad. Term it a jealous fury good my boy. Faith Sir term it what you will, you must use other terms ere you can get it. The looks of my sweet love are fair, Fresh and feeding as the Air.
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Boy I am receiued to be a Gentleman, a Courtier, and a man of Action, modest, and wise, and bee it spoken with thy reuerence Child, abounding vertous; and would'st thou haue a man of these choise habits, couet the couer of a baudy house? yet if I goe not in, I am but— But what Sir? Dust boy, but dust, and my soule vnsatisfied shall haunt the keepers of my blessed Saint, and I will appeare. An Asse to all men; Sir these are no meanes, to stay your appetite, you must resolue to enter. Were not the house subiect to Martiall law— If that be all, Sir ye may enter, for ye can know nothing here, that the Court is ignorant of, onely the more eyes shall looke vpon yee, for there they winck one at anothers faults. If I doe not, Then ye must beat fairely backe againe, fal to your physical messe of porridge, & the twice sackt carease of a Capon, Fortune may fauour you so much, to send the bread to it: but 'its a meere venture, and money may bee put out vpon it. I will goe in and liue; pretend some loue to the gentlewoman, screw my self in affectiō, & so be satisfied. This flie is caught, is masht alreadie, I will sucke him, and lay him by. Muffle your selfe in your cloake by any meanes, 'tis a receiued thing among gallants, to walke to their leacherie, as though they had the rhume, 'twas well you brought not your horse. Why boy? Faith Sir tis the fashion of our gentry, to haue their horses wait at dore like men, while the beasts their maisters, are within at racke & mainger, 'twould haue discouered much. I will lay by these habits, formes, and graue respects of what I am, and bee my selfe; onely my appetite, my fire, my soule, my being, my deere appetite shall goe along with me, arm'd with whose strength, I feare les wil attempt the greatest danger dare oppose my furie: I am resolu'd where euer that thou art, most sacred dish, hid from vnhollowed eyes, to find thee out. Bee'st thou in hell, rap't by Proserpina, To be a Riuall in blacke Plutoes loue: Or moues thou in the heauens, a forme diuine: Lashing the lazie Spheres: Or if thou beest return'd to thy first being, Thy mother Sea, there will I seeke thee forth, Earth, Ayre, nor Fire, Nor the blacke shades belowe, shall barre my sight, So daring is my powerfull appetite. Sir, you may saue this long voyage, and take a shorter cut, you haue forgot your self, the fish head's here, your owne imaginations haue made you mad. Tearme it a iealous fuie good my boy. Faith Sir tearme it what you will, you must vse other tearmes ere you can get it. The lookes of my sweet loue are faire, Fresh and feeding as the Ayre.