Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Let it be your nose then good signor in any case: It's a good soil, a whole some air, a pretty Town, handsome sleight buildings, well proportioned people, very fair women. Hayda, this is like a lawyer's study in the latter end of a Term, one's no sooner thronged out, but another's thrust in, you're welcome sir. But I am not sir, for I am sick. Would you speak with any man here? I care not greatly sir, if I spoke with every man here. he's a mad fellow. What art? Poor. Dost mean to live in this town? I'd be loath to die in't. In what country wert borne? In none. Where then? In a Town. What nation art? An Italian: O then thou canst make glasses. ay, and as wisemen as you Asses too, O are you there Piso? your father is my good Lord, but no more of that yet. Why signor, I hope you wonot swagger? No, nor I care not greatly for them that do, for your swaggerer is but like your walking spur, a jingles much but he'll ne'er prick. Why art so melancholy? I'll hold my life he is in love with some waiting Gentlewoman. he's a mad fellow will love any of you all, longer than a pissing while. Why camest thou out of Italy into England? Because England would not come into Italy to me? Why art sad? Because I have cause. Who dost follow? My nose. Who dost serve? God. Who art towards? He that's before me. What dost want? Money. Nothing else? Yes. What? A good service. Shall I prefer thee? I cannot tell, 'tis as I like the man. Nai't shall be to a couple of Gentlewomen of thine own Country. I shall have enough to do then I hope, I have heard of one woman hath served ten men, but I never heard that one man should be preferred to serve two women before: you're an Englishman. I. So I thought indeed, you cannot poison so well as we Italians, but you'll find a means to bring a man out of his life as soon. God's light serve two women quoth you? Why thou shalt serve but one, yet take thy choice of both. I marry Sir, I like when 't comes to choosing. What's thy name? Fleire. What's thy profession? I have ever been a Courtier. A Courtier! come Gentlemen, I like this fellow so well that i'll prefer him strait. Do so, you shall do a deed of charity in't. Fair Ladies you'll excuse us. You have been very welcome Gentlemen. Come sister, there rests nothing for us now but this: we'll get us men's apparel, and serve them as Pages so shall we hinder them in their marriages, and in th' end prefer ourselves to be their wives. I like it well, come let's about it presently.
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Let it be your nose then good Signior in any case: Its a good soile, a whole some ayre, a pretty Towne, handsome sleight buildings, well proportioned people, verie faire women. Hayda, this is like a Lawyers studdie in the latter end of a Terme, one's no sooner thrung'd out, but another's thrust in, y'are welcome sir. But I am not sir, for I am sicke. Would you speake with any man heere? I care not greatlie sir, if I spoke with euery man here. Hee's a mad fellowe. What art? Poore. Dost meane to liue in this towne? Ide be loth to die in't. In what countrie wert borne? In none. Where then? In a Towne. What nation art? An Italian: O then thou canst make glasses. I, and as wisemen as you Asses too, O are you there Piso? your father is my good Lord, but no more of that yet. Why Signior, I hope you wonnot swagger? No, nor I care not greatlie for them that doe, for your swaggerer is but like your walking spur, a gingles much but heele neu'r pricke. Why art so melancholie? Ile hold my life hee is in loue with some waiting Gentlewoman. Hee's a mad fellowe wil loue anie of you all, longer then a pissing while. Why camst thou out of Italy into England? Because England would not come into Italy to me? Why art sad? Because I haue cause. Who doost follow? My nose. Who doost serue? God. Who art towards? He thats before me. What doost want? Money. Nothing else? Yes. What? A good seruice. Shall I preferre thee? I cannot tell, tis as I like the man. Nai't shall be to a couple of Gentlewomen of thine owne Countrie. I shall haue enough to doe then I hope, I haue heard of one woman hath seru'd ten men, but I neuer heard that one man should bee preferred to serue two women before: y'are an Englishman. I. So I thought indeede, you cannot poyson so well as we Italians, but youle finde a meanes to bring a man out of his life as soone. Gods light serue two women quoth you? Why thou shalt serue but one, yet take thy choice of both. I marry Sir, I like when 't comes to choosing. Whats thy name? Fleire. Whats thy profession? I haue euer been a Courtier. A Courtier! come Gentlemen, I like this fellowe so well that ile prefer him straite. Do so, you shall doe a deed of charitie in't. Faire Ladies youle excuse vs. You haue bin very welcome Gentlemē. Come sister, there rests nothing for vs now but this: wele get vs mens apparrel, and serue them as Pages so shal we hinder them in their marriages, and in th' end preferre our selues to be their wiues. I like it well, come lets about it presently.