Chapman, George · published 1611 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
That's true Sir, but for a paltry disguise, being a magnifico, she shall go snick up. Soft good Angelo, soft, let's think on't a little: what disguise would serve the turn says she? Faith, I know not what disguise she would have for you: she would have you come like a Calf with a white face, I think, she talks of Tinkers, peddlers, porters, chimney-sweepers, fools and Physicians, such as have free egress and regress into men's houses without suspicion. Out upon 'em, would she have me undergo the shame and hazard of one of those abjects? I'faith I told her so, a squire of that worship, one of the Senate, a grave justicer, a man of wealth, a magnifico? And yet by my troth, for the safeguard of her honour, I would do much; methinks a friars weed were nothing. Out upon't, that disguise is worn thread bare upon every stage, and so much villainy committed under that habit; that 'tis grown as suspicious as the vilest. If you will hearken to any, take such a transformance, as you may be sure will keep you from discovery: for though it be the stale refuge of miserable Poets, by change of a hat or a cloak, to alter the whole state of a Comedy, so as the father must not know his own child forsooth, nor the wife her husband, yet you must not think they do it earnest to carry it away so: for say you were stuffed into a motley coat, crowded in the case of a base Viol, or buttoned up in a cloak-bag, even to your chin, yet if I see your face, I am able to say this is signor Lorenzo, and therefore unless your disguise be such that your face may bear as great a part in it as the rest, the rest is nothing. Good reason, in faith Angelo; and what, shall I then smurch my face like a chimney sweeper, & wear the rest of his smokiness? I'll tell you sir, if you be so mad to condescend to the humour of a foolish woman, by consideration that Ioue for his love took on him the shape of a Bull, which is far worse than a chimney sweeper, I can fit you rarely. As how I pray thee? There is one little snail you know, an old chimney sweeper. What, he that sings, Maids in your smocks, hold open your locks, floods. The very same sir, whose person (I borrowing his words) you will so lively resemble, that himself in person cannot detect you. But is that a fit resemblance to please a lover Angelo? For that sir, she is provided: for you shall no sooner enter but off goes your rusty scabbard, sweet water is ready to scour your filthy face, milk, & a bath of fernebraks for your fusty body, a chamber perfumed, a wrought shirt, night cap, and her husband's gown, a banquet of Oysters pies, Potatoes, Skirret roots, Eringes, and divers other whetstones of venery.
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That's true Sir, but for a paltry disguise, being a magnifico, she shall goe snicke vp. Soft good Angelo, soft, let's think on't a little: what disguise would serue the turne saies shee? Faith, I know not what disguise shee would haue for you: shee would haue you come like a Calfe with a white face, I thinke, shee talkes of Tinkers, pedlers, porters, chimney-sweepers, fooles and Physitians, such as haue free egresse and regresse into mens houses without suspicion. Out vpon 'em, would she haue me vndergoe the shame and hazard of one of those abiects? Yfaith I told her so, a squire of that worship, one of the Senate, a graue Iusticer, a man of wealth, a magnifico? And yet by my troth, for the safegard of her honour, I would doe much; me thinks a Friers weede were nothing. Out vppon't, that disguise is worne thread bare vpon euery stage, and so much villany committed vnder that habit; that 'tis growne as supicious as the vilest. If you will hearken to any, take such a transformance, as you may be sure will keepe you from discouery: for though it be the stale refuge of miserable Poets, by change of a hat or a cloake, to alter the whole state of a Comedie, so as the father must not know his owne child forsooth, nor the wife her husband, yet you must not thinke they doe it earnest to carry it away so: for say you were stuffed into a motley coate, crowded in the case of a base Violl, or buttond vp in a cloakbag, euen to your chinne, yet if I see your face, I am able to say this is signior Lorenzo, and therefore vnlesse your disguise be such that your face may beare as great a part in it as the rest, the rest is nothing. Good reason, in faith Angelo; and what, shall I then smurch my face like a chimney sweeper, & weare the rest of his smokinesse? Ile tell you sir, if you be so mad to condescend to the humour of a foolish woman, by consideration that Ioue for his loue tooke on him the shape of a Bull, which is farre worse then a chimney sweeper, I can fit you rarely. As how I pre thee? There is one little snaile you know, an old chimney sweeper. What, hee that sings, Maids in your smocks, hold open your locks, fluds. The very same sir, whose person (I borrowing his words) you will so liuely resemble, that himselfe in person cannot detect you. But is that a fit resemblance to please a louer Angelo? For that sir, she is prouided: for you shall no sooner enter but off goes your rustie skabberd, sweete water is readie to scoure your filthy face, milk, & a bath of fernebraks for your fustie bodie, a chamber perfum'd, a wrought shirt, night cap, and her husbands gowne, a banquet of Oysters pyes, Potatoes, Skirret rootes, Eringes, and diuers other whetstones of venery.