Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's unassigned nearest T61 Sir Giles Goosecap and related knightly · 514 words
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His great heart will not down, 'tis like the Sea That partly by his own internal heat, Partly the star's daily and nightly motion, ardour and light, and partly of the place, The divers frames; And chiefly by the Moon, Bristled with surges, never will be won, (No, not when th'hearts of all those powers are burst) To make retreat into his settled home, Till he be crowned with his own quiet foam. You have the mate. Another. No more. Why here's the Lion, scared with the throat of a dunghill Cock; a fellow that has newly shaked off his shackles; Now does he crow for that victory. 'tis one of the best jigs that ever was acted. Whom does the Guise suppose him to be trow? Out of doubt, some new denizened Lord; and thinks that suit come new out a th' Mercers books. I have heard of a fellow, that by a fixed imagination looking upon a bull-baiting, had a visible pair of horns grew out of his forehead: and I believe this Gallant overjoyed with the conceit of Monsieurs cast suit, imagines himself to be the Monsieur. And why not? as well as the Ass, stalking in the lion's case, bear himself like a Lion, roaring all the huger beasts out of the Forest? Peace, he looks this way. Marry let him look sir, what will you say now if the Guise be gone to fetch a blanket for him? Faith I believe it for his honour. But, if D'Ambois carry it clean? True, when he curvets in the blanket. I marry sir. 'sfoot, see how he stars on's. Lord bless us, let's away. Now sir, take your full view: how does the Object please ye? If you ask my opinion sir, I think your suit sits as well as if't had been made for you. So sir, and was that the subject of your ridiculous jollity? What's that to you sir? Sir, I have observed all your fleerings; and resolve yourselves ye shall give a strict account for't. O strange credulity! Do you think yourself Such a singular subject for laughter, that none can fall into Our merriment but you? This jealousy of yours sir, confesses some close defect in yourself, that we never dreamed of. We held discourse of a perfumed Ass, that being disguised with a lion's case, imagined himself a Lion: I hope that touched not you. So sir: Your descants do marvelous well fit this ground, we shall meet where your Buffonly laughters will cost ye the best blood in your bodies. For life's sake let's be gone; he'll kill's outright. Go at your pleasures, I'll be your Ghost to haunt you, and ye sleep an't, hang me. Go, go sir, Court your mistress. And be advised: we shall have odds against you. Tush, valour stands not in number: I'll maintain it, that one man may beat three boys. Nay you shall have no odds of him in number sir: he's a gentleman as good as the proudest of you, and ye shall not wrong him.
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His great heart will not downe, tis like the Sea That partly by his owne internall heat, Partly the starr's dailie and nightly motion, Ardor and light, and partly of the place, The diuers frames; And chiefly by the Moone, Bristled with surges, neuer will be wonne, (No, not when th'hearts of all those powers are burst) To make retreat into his setled home, Till he be croun'd with his owne quiet fome. You haue the mate. Another. No more. Why heer's the Lion, skard with the throat of a dunghill Cocke; a fellow that has newlie shak'd off his shackles; Now does he crow for that victorie. Tis one of the best Iigges that euer was acted. Whom does the Guise suppose him to be troe? Out of doubt, some new denizond Lord; and thinks that suit come new out a th' Mercers bookes. I haue heard of a fellow, that by a fixt imagination looking vpon a Bulbaiting, had a visible paire of hornes grew out of his forhead: and I beleeue this Gallant ouerioied with the conceit of Monsieurs cast suit, imagines himselfe to be the Monsieur. And why not? as well as the Asse, stalking in the Lions case, beare himselfe like a Lion, roaring all the huger beasts out of the Forrest? Peace, he lookes this way. Marrie let him looke sir, what will you say now if the Guise be gone to fetch a blanquet for him? Faith I beleeue it for his honour. But, if D'Ambois carrie it cleane? True, when he curuets in the blanquet. I marie sir. Sfoote, see how he stares on's. Lord blesse vs, let's away. Now sir, take your full view: how does the Obiect please ye? If you aske my opinion sir, I thinke your suit sits as well as if't had beene made for you. So sir, and was that the subiect of your ridiculous ioilitie? What's that to you sir? Sir, I haue obseru'd all your fleerings; and resolue your selues yee shall giue a strickt account for't. O strange credulitie! Doe you thinke your selfe Such a singular subiect for laughter, that none can fall into Our meriment but you? This iealousie of yours sir, confesses some close defect in your selfe, that wee neuer dream'd of. We held discourse of a perfum'd Asse, that being disguis'd with a Lions case, imagin'd himselfe a Lion: I hope that toucht not you. So sir: Your descants doe maruellous well fit this ground, wee shall meete where your Buffonly laughters will cost ye the best blood in your bodies. For lifes sake let's be gone; hee'll kill's outright. Goe at your pleasures, Ile be your Ghost to haunt you, and yee sleepe an't, hang mee. Goe, goe sir, Court your mistresse. And be aduis'd: we shall haue odds against you. Tush, valour stands not in number: Ile maintaine it, that one man may beat three boies. Nay you shall haue no ods of him in number sir: hee's a gentleman as good as the proudest of you, and yee shall not wrong him.