Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Ha, how now man? seest now any errors? Nay, this is no thing: he hath but shown A pattern in himself, what thou shalt find In others: search through the Globe of earth If there 'mongst twenty, two thou dost find Honester than himself, i'll be buried strait, Now think what shame 'tis to be wild, And how wild to be drunk: look round, where? Nay look up, behold you Crystal palace, There sits an ubiquitary judge, From whom arcana nulla abscondita. That see's all and at pleasure punisheth, Thou canst not scape scot free, how canst thou? Why senseless man, in that, sin will betray His father, brother, nay, him himself: fears not To commit the worst of evils: secure, if Thunder bolts should drop from heaven, dreading Nor heaven nor hell: indeed hss best state Is worse than least, prised at highest rate. This critic is hoarsh, unsavoury, and reproofeful, avoid him. He speaks well, but I like not his dispraising of drunkenness: 'tis Physic to me, and it makes me to sleep like a good horse, with my nose in the manger, come sweet heart. signor Philantus I pray ye a word. How now, whispering? 'sfoot if they should give our purpose another cross point, where are we then? note, note. Hear take the key, convey yourself into the Chamber, but in any case take heed my husband see you not. Fear not: gentles, be thanks the guerdon of your love, till time give better ability, Ha! nay 'sfoot, I must claw out another device: we must not part so, Graccus prithee keep the scene till I fetch more actors to fill it fuller. But prithee let me partake. Not till I return, pardon me, By my troth gossip I am half sick of a conceit What woman? passion of my heart, tell me your grief? I shall go to court now, and attired like an old Darie woman, a Ruff, holland of eight groats, three inches-deepe of the old cut, and a hat as far out of fashion as a close placket. Why I hope your husband is able to maintain you better: are there not nights as well as days? does he not sleep some times? has he no pockets about him? cannot you search his breeches? any thing you find in his breeches is your own. But may a woman do that with safety? I and more, why should she not? why what is his is yours, what's yours, your own: The best hope I have is, you know my Guest Mistress Gettica, she has pawned her jewels to me already, and this night I look for her Hood, and her tire, or if the worst chance, I know I can entreat her to wear my clothes, and let me go in her attire to Court.
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Ha, how now man? ſee'ſt now any errors? Nay, this is no thing: he hath but ſhowne A patterne in himſelfe, what thou ſhalt finde In others: ſearch through the Globe of earth If there mongſt twentie, two thou dooſt finde Honeſter then himſelfe, ile be buried ſtraight, Now thinke what ſhame tis to be vilde, And how vilde to be drunk: looke round, where? Nay looke vp, beholde you Chriſtall pallace, There ſits an vbiquitarie Iudge, From whome arcana nulla abſcondita. That ſee's all and at pleaſure puniſheth, Thou canſt not ſcape ſcot free, how canſt thou? Why ſenceleſſe man, in that, ſinne will betray His father, brother, nay, him himſelfe: feares not To commit the worſt of euils: ſecure, if Thunder boults ſhould drop from heauen, dreading Nor heauen nor hell: indeede hss beſt ſtate Is worſe then leaſt, priſed at higheſt rate. This critique is hoarſh, vnſauerie, and reproofeful, avoyd him. Hee ſpeakes well, but I like not his diſprayſing of drunkennes: tis Phiſicke to me, and it makes mee to ſleep like a good horſe, with my noſe in the maunger, come ſweete heart. Signior Philantus I pray ye a word. How now, whiſpering? s'foot if they ſhould giue our purpoſe another croſſe point, where are wee then? note, note. Heere take the key, conuey your ſelfe into the Chamber, but in any caſe take heede my husband ſee you not. Feare not: gentles, be thanks the guerden of your loue, till time giue better abilitie, Ha! nay s'foot, I muſt claw out another deuice: we muſt not part ſo, Graccus prethee keepe the ſceane til I fetch more actors to fill it fuller. But prethee let me partake. Not till I returne, pardon me, By my troth goſſip I am halfe ſicke of a conceit What woman? paſſion of my heart, tel me your greefe? I ſhall goe to court now, and attired like an old Darie woman, a Ruffe, holland of eight groates, three inches-deepe of the olde cut, and a hat as farre out of faſhion as a cloſe placket. Why I hope your husband is able to maintaine you better: are there not nights as well as daies? does he not ſleepe ſome times? has hee no pockets about him? cannot you ſearch his breeches? anye thing you finde in his breeches is your owne. But may a woman doe that with ſafetie? I and more, why ſhould ſhee not? why what is his is yours, what's yours, your owne: The beſt hope I haue is, you knowe my Gueſt Miſtris Gettica, ſhe has pawnd her Iewels to me already, and this night I look for her Hood, and her tyer, or if the worſt chance, I knowe I can intreate her to weare my cloathes, and let me goe in her attire to Court.