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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
I can compare your Gentleman, and your Merchant, to nothing so fitly as your Flea and your Louse: I had rather trust your louse with a hundred pound, than your Flea with forty; for your Louse, like the Merchant, stands to't, you shall know where to find him, but your Flea, like the Gentleman, if you take him not at first sight a slips from you. methinks they have a strange fashion here, they take money with their wives, and give money to their wenches. And good reason too (Madam) would you have a man be troubled with a wife, as long as he lives for nothing? A gives money to his wench, to be as soon rid of her as he has done with her. What's the reason Fleir, the Citizens wives wear all Corks in their shoes? O Madam, to keep the custom of the City, only to be light heeled. The City is like a Comedy, both in parts and in apparel, and your Gallants are the Actors: for he that yesterday played the Gentleman, now plays the Beggar; she that played the Waiting-woman, now plays the Quean; he that played the married-man, now plays the Cuckold; and she that played the Lady, now plays the Painter. Then for their apparel, they have change too: for she that wore the Petticoat, now wears the Breech; he that wore the Coxcomb, now wears the feather; the Gentleman that wore the long Sword, now wears the short Hanger; and he that could scarce get Velvet for his Cape, has now lined his Cloak throughout with it. But how dost like the Court Fleir? Well enough, if they did not catch their meat so; it comes no sooner from Table, but tone fellow has a fat Duck by the rump, tother a slippery eel by the tail, and an old Courtier that best knew the tricks on't, was mumbling of a coney in a corner alone by himself. What good cheer didst see there? Faith there was much good meat, but methought your fair Lady was your only dish. ay, but that's a costly dish, and will ask rich saucing. Faith for mine own part when I had a stomach, I should like it best in it own naked kind, without any sauce at all. What's the news now at Court Fleir? Faith they say your Ladies cannot endure the old fashion Spur, they say it hangs to a man's heel like a Wheelbarrow, but they love the fine little Scottes Spur, it makes the Court jennet curvet, curvet gallantly. I prithee Fleir, how goes the report of us two abroad? If I should tell you, I fear your Ladyships would be angry. No not a whit. But alas they are your common people, they are like your Slippers, they are always gaping, their mouths are never shut. But what say they of us? Alas Madam, their tongues are like your dry leather shoes, always creaking:
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I can compare your Gentleman, and your Marchant, to nothing so fitly as your Flea and your Lowse: I had rather trust your lowse with a hundred pound, then your Flea with for tie; for your Lowse, like the Marchant, standes too't, you shall knowe where to finde him, but your Flea, like the Gentleman, if you take him not at first sight a slips from you. Me thinks they haue a strange fashion heere, they take money with their wiues, and giue money to their wenches. And good reason too (Madam) woulde you haue a man bee troubled with a wife, as long as he liues for nothing? A giues money to his wench, to be as soone rid of her as he has done with her. Whats the reason Fleir, the Citizens wiues weare all Corks in their shooes? O Madam, to keepe the custome of the Citie, onely to bee light heeld. The Cittie is like a Commodie, both in partes and in apparell, and your Gallants are the Actors: for hee that yesterday played the Gentleman, nowe playes the Begger; shee that played the Wayting-woman, nowe playes the Queane; hee that played the married-man, nowe playes the Cuckolde; and shee that played the Ladie, nowe playes the Painter. Then for their apparell, they haue change too: for shee that wore the Petticote, now weares the Breech; hee that wore the Coxcombe, now weares the feather; the Gentleman that wore the long Sworde, nowe weares the short Hanger; and hee that could scarce get Veluet for his Cape, has nowe linde his Cloake throughout with it. But how dost like the Court Fleir? Well ynough, if they did not catch their meate so; it comes no sooner from Table, but tone fellow has a fatte Ducke by the rumpe, thother a slipperie Ele by the taile, and an olde Courtier that best knew the tricks on't, was mumbling of a Cunnie in a corner alone by himselfe. What good cheere didst see there? Faith there was much good meate, but me thought your faire Ladie was your onely dish. I, but thats a costly dish, and will aske rich sawcing. Faith for mine owne part when I had a stomacke, I shoulde like it best in it owne naked kinde, without anie sauce at all. Whats the newes now at Court Fleir? Faith they say your Ladyes cannot endure the old fashion Spurre, they say it hanges to a mans heele like a Wheele-barrow, but they loue the fine little Scottes Spurre, it makes the Court Gennet curuet, curuet gallantly. I prethe Fleir, howe goes the report of vs two abroad? If I should tell you, I feare your Ladiships woulde be angrie. No not a whit. But alas they are your common people, they are like your Slippers, they are alwayes gaping, their mouthes are neuer shut. But what say they of vs? Alas Madam, their tongues are like your drie leather shooes, alwayes creaking: