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 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
If you enter him in our Graces, methinks by his blunt behaviour, he should come out of himself. Has he never been Courtier, my Lord? Never, my Lady. And why did the Toy take him in th'head now? 'tis leap year, Lady, and therefore very good to enter a Courtier. The man's a Courtier at first sight. I can sing pricksong, Lady, at first sight; and why not be a Courtier as suddenly? here's a Courtier rotten before he be ripe. Think me not impudent, Lady, I am yet no Courtier, I desire to be one, and would gladly take entrance (Madam) under your Princely Colours. Sir, know you me? My Lord? I know not you: Whom do you serve? Serve, my Lord? Go to Companion; Your Courtship's too saucy. Saucy? Companion? 'tis the Guise, but yet those terms might have been spared of the Guiserd. Companion? he's jealous by this light: are you blind of that side Sir? I'll to her again for that. Forth Madam, for the honour of Courtship. Cease your Courtship, or by heaven I'll cut your throat. Cut my throat? cut a whetstone; good Accius Noevius, do as much with your tongue as he did with a Razor; cut my throat? I'll do't by this hand. That hand dares not do't; you'ave cut too many Throats already Guise; and Robbed the Realm of Many thousand Souls, more precious than thine own. Come Madam, talk on; 'sfoot, can you not talk? Talk on I say, more Courtship, as you love it. What newcome Gallant have we here, that dares mate the Guise thus? 'sfoot 'tis D'Ambois; The Duke mistakes him (on my life) for some Knight of the new edition. Cut my throat? I would the King feared thy cutting of his throat no more than I fear thy cutting of mine. So Sir, so. here's some strange distemper. here's a sudden transmigration with D'Ambois, out of the knight's ward, into the Duchess bed. See what a Metamorphosis a brave suit can work. 'slight step to the Guise and discover him. By no means, let the new suit work, we'll see the issue. Leave your Courtship. I will not. I say mistress, and I will stand unto it, that if a woman may have three servants, a man may have threescore mistresses. Sirrah, I'll have you whipped out of the Court for this insolence. Whipped? Such another syllable out a th' presence, if thou dar'st for thy Dukedom. Remember, poltroon. Pray thee forbear. Passion of death! Were not the King here, he should strew the Chamber like a rush. But leave Courting his wife then. I will not: I'll Court her in despite of him. Not Court her! Come Madam, talk on; Fear me nothing: Well mayst thou drive thy master from the Court; but never D'Ambois.
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If you enter him in our Graces, me thinks by his blunt behauiour, he should come out of himselfe. Has he neuer beene Courtier, my Lord? Neuer, my Ladie. And why did the Toy take him in th'head now? Tis leape yeere, Ladie, and therefore verie good to enter a Courtier. The man's a Courtier at first sight. I can sing prickesong, Ladie, at first sight; and why not be a Courtier as suddenly? Heere's a Courtier rotten before he be ripe. Thinke mee not impudent, Ladie, I am yet no Courtier, I desire to be one, and would gladly take entrance (Madam) vnder your Princely Colours. Sir, know you me? My Lord? I know not you: Whom doe you serue? Serue, my Lord? Go to Companion; Your Courtship's too saucie. Saucie? Companion? Tis the Guise, but yet those termes might haue beene spar'd of the Guiserd. Companion? Hee's iealous by this light: are you blinde of that side Sir? Ile to her againe for that. Forth Madam, for the honour of Courtship. Cease your Courtshippe, or by heauen Ile cut your throat. Cut my throat? cut a whetstone; good Accius Noeuius, doe as much with your tongue as he did with a Rasor; cut my throat? Ile doe't by this hand. That hand dares not doe't; y'aue cut too many Throates alreadie Guise; and Robb'd the Realme of Many thousand Soules, more precious than thine owne. Come Madam, talke on; Sfoote, can you not talke? Talke on I say, more Courtship, as you loue it. What new-come Gallant haue wee heere, that dares mate the Guise thus? Sfoote tis D'Ambois; The Duke mistakes him (on my life) for some Knight of the new edition. Cut my throat? I would the King fear'd thy cutting of his throat no more than I feare thy cutting of mine. So Sir, so. Heere's some strange distemper. Heere's a sudden transmigration with D'Ambois, out of the Knights ward, into the Duches bed. See what a Metamorphosis a braue suit can worke. Slight step to the Guise and discouer him. By no meanes, let the new suit worke, wee'll see the issue. Leaue your Courtship. I will not. I say mistresse, and I will stand vnto it, that if a woman may haue three seruants, a man may haue threescore mistresses. Sirha, Ile haue you whipt out of the Court for this insolence. Whipt? Such another syllable out a th' presence, if thou dar'st for thy Dukedome. Remember, Poultron. Pray thee forbeare. Passion of death! Were not the King heere, he should strow the Chamber like a rush. But leaue Courting his wife then. I will not: Ile Court her in despight of him▪ Not Court her! Come Madam, talke on; Feare me nothing: Well maist thou driue thy master from the Court; but neuer D'Ambois.