Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Assure you cozen Guise, so great a Courtier, So full of majesty and Royal parts, No Queen in Christendom may boast herself, Her Court approves it, That's a Court indeed; Not mixed with Rudeness used in common houses; But, as Courts should be th'abstracts of their kingdoms, In all the Beauty, State, and Worth they hold; So is hers, amply, and by her informed. The world is not contracted in a man, With more proportion and expression Than in her Court, her Kingdom: Our French Court Is a mere mirror of confusion to it: The King and subject, Lord and every slave Dance a continual Haie; Our Rooms of State, Kept like our stables; No place more observed Than a rude Market place: And though our Custom Keep this assured deformity from our sight, 'tis near the less essentially unsightly, Which they would soon see, would they change their form To this of ours, and then compare them both; Which we must not affect, because in Kingdoms, Where the king's change doth breed the subjects terror, Pure Innovation is more gross than error. No Question we shall see them imitate (Though afar off) the fashions of our Courts, As they have ever Aped us in attire; Never were men so weary of their Skins, And apt to leap out of themselves as they; Who when they travel to bring forth rare men, Come home delivered of a fine French suit: Their Brains lie with their Tailors, and get babies For their most complete issue; he's first borne To all the moral virtues, that first greets The light with a new fashion, which becomes them Like Apes, disfigured with the attires of men. No Question they much wrong their real worth, In affectation of outlandish Scum; But they have faults, and we; They foolish-proud, To be the Pictures of our vanity; We proud, that they are proud of foolery. Come mine own sweet heart I will enter thee. Sir, I have brought this Gentleman t'attend you; And pray, you would vouchsafe to do him grace. D'Ambois, I think. That's still my name, my Lord, though I be something altered in attire. I like your alteration, and must tell you, I have expected th'offer of your service; For we (in fear to make mild virtue proud) Use not to seek her out in any man. Nor doth she use to seek out any man: He that will win, must woo her; she's not shameless. I urged her modesty in him, my Lord, and gave her those Rites, that he says she merits. If you have wooed and won, than Brother wear him. thouart mine, my love; See here's the Guise's Duchess. The Countess of Mountsurreave; Beaupres, come I'll enseam thee; Ladies, you're too many to be in Counsel: I have here a friend, that I would gladly enter in your Graces.
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Assure you Cosen Guise, so great a Courtier, So full of maiestie and Roiall parts, No Queene in Christendome may boast her selfe, Her Court approoues it, Thats a Court indeede; Not mixt with Rudenesse vs'd in common houses; But, as Courts should be th'abstracts of their kingdomes, In all the Beautie, State, and Worth they hold; So is hers, amplie, and by her inform'd. The world is not contracted in a man, With more proportion and expression Than in her Court, her Kingdome: Our French Court Is a meere mirror of confusion to it: The King and subiect, Lord and euerie slaue Dance a continuall Haie; Our Roomes of State, Kept like our stables; No place more obseru'd Than a rude Market place: And though our Custome Keepe this assur'd deformitie from our sight, Tis nere the lesse essentiallie vnsightlie, Which they would soone see, would they change their forme To this of ours, and then compare them both; Which we must not affect, because in Kingdomes, Where the Kings change doth breede the Subiects terror, Pure Innouation is more grosse than error. No Question we shall see them imitate (Though a farre off) the fashions of our Courts, As they haue euer Ap't vs in attire; Neuer were men so wearie of their Skins, And apt to leape out of themselues as they; Who when they trauell to bring foorth rare men, Come home deliuered of a fine French suit: Their Braines lie with their Tailors, and get babies For their most compleat issue; Hee's first borne To all the morall vertues, that first greetes The light with a new fashion, which becomes them Like Apes, disfigur'd with the attires of men. No Question they much wrong their reall worth, In affectation of outlandish Scumme; But they haue faults, and wee; They foolish-proud, To be the Pictures of our vanitie; We proud, that they are proud of foolerie. Come mine owne sweet heart I will enter thee. Sir, I haue brought this Gentleman t'attend you; And pray, you would vouchsafe to doe him grace. D'Ambois, I thinke. Thats still my name, my Lord, though I be something altered in attire. I like your alteration, and must tell you, I haue expected th'offer of your seruice; For we (in feare to make milde vertue proud) Vse not to seeke her out in any man. Nor doth she vse to seeke out any man: He that will winne, must wooe her; shee's not shamelesse. I vrg'd her modestie in him, my Lord, and gaue her those Rites, that he saies shee merits. If you haue woo'd and won, then Brother weare him. Th'art mine, my loue; See here's the Guises Duches. The Countesse of Mountsurreaue; Beaupres, come I'le enseame thee; Ladies, y'are too many to be in Counsell: I haue heere a friend, that I would gladlie enter in your Graces.