Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Such a one is a natural Philosopher: Was't ever in Court, Shepheard? No truly. Then thou art damned. Nay, I hope. Truly thou art damned, like an ill roasted Egg, all on one side. For not being at Court? your reason. Why, if thou never was't at Court, thou never saw'st good manners: if thou never saw'st good manners, than thy manners must be wicked, and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation: Thou art in a perilous state shepherd. Not a whit Touchstone, those that are good manners at the Court, are as ridiculous in the Country, as the behaviour of the Country is most mockeable at the Court. You told me, you salute not at the Court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be unclean if Courtiers were shepherds. Instance, briefly: come, instance. Why we are still handling our Ewes, and their Fels you know are greasy. Why do not your Courtier's hands sweat? and is not the grease of a Mutton, as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow: A better instance I say: Come. Besides, our hands are hard. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again: a more sounder instance, come. And they are often tarred over, with the surgery of our sheep: and would you have us kiss Tar? The Courtier's hands are perfumed with Ciuet. Most shallow man: Thou worms meat in respect of a good piece of flesh indeed: learn of the wise and perpend: Ciuet is of a base birth than Tar, the very uncleanly flux of a Cat. Mend the instance Shepheard. You have too Courtly a wit for me, I'll rest. Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee shallow man: God make incision in thee, thou art raw. Sir, I am a true Labourer, I earn that I eat: get that I wear; own no man hate, envy no man's happiness: glad of other men's good content with my harm: and the greatest of my pride, is to see my Ewes graze, & my Lambs suck. That is another simple sin in you, to bring the Ewes and the Rams together, and to offer to get your living, by the copulation of Cattle, to be bawd to a Bell-wether, and to betray a shee-Lambe of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated old Cuckoldly Ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damned for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds, I cannot see else how thou shouldst scape. here comes young Mr Ganymede, my new mistress's Brother. From the east to western Iude, no jewel is like Rosalinde, Her worth being mounted on the wind, through all the world bears Rosalinde. All the pictures fairest Lined, are but black to Rosalinde: Let no face be kept in mind, but the fair of Rosalinde. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right Butter-womens' rank to Market. Out Foole. For a taste.
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Such a one is a naturall Philoſopher: Was't euer in Court, Shepheard? No truly. Then thou art damn'd. Nay, I hope. Truly thou art damn'd, like an ill roaſted Egge, all on one ſide. For not being at Court? your reaſon. Why, if thou neuer was't at Court, thou neuer ſaw'ſt good manners: if thou neuer ſaw'ſt good maners, then thy manners muſt be wicked, and wickednes is ſin, and ſinne is damnation: Thou art in a parlous ſtate ſhepheard. Not a whit Touchſtone, thoſe that are good maners at the Court, are as ridiculous in the Countrey, as the behauiour of the Countrie is moſt mockeable at the Court. You told me, you ſalute not at the Court, but you kiſſe your hands; that courteſie would be vncleanlie if Courtiers were ſhepheards. Inſtance, briefly: come, inſtance. Why we are ſtill handling our Ewes, and their Fels you know are greaſie. Why do not your Courtiers hands ſweate? and is not the greaſe of a Mutton, as wholeſome as the ſweat of a man? Shallow, ſhallow: A better inſtance I ſay: Come. Beſides, our hands are hard. Your lips wil feele them the ſooner. Shallow agen: a more ſounder inſtance, come. And they are often tarr'd ouer, with the ſurgery of our ſheepe: and would you haue vs kiſſe Tarre? The Courtiers hands are perfum'd with Ciuet. Moſt ſhallow man: Thou wormes meate in reſpect of a good peece of fleſh indeed: learne of the wiſe and perpend: Ciuet is of a baſer birth then Tarre, the verie vncleanly fluxe of a Cat. Mend the inſtance Shepheard. You haue too Courtly a wit for me, Ile reſt. Wilt thou reſt damn'd? God helpe thee ſhallow man: God make inciſion in thee, thou art raw. Sir, I am a true Labourer, I earne that I eate: get that I weare; owe no man hate, enuie no mans happineſſe: glad of other mens good content with my harme: and the greateſt of my pride, is to ſee my Ewes graze, & my Lambes ſucke. That is another ſimple ſinne in you, to bring the Ewes and the Rammes together, and to offer to get your liuing, by the copulation of Cattle, to be baw'd to a Belweather, and to betray a ſhee-Lambe of a tweluemonth to a crooked-pated olde Cuckoldly Ramme, out of all reaſonable match. If thou bee'ſt not damn'd for this, the diuell himſelfe will haue no ſhepherds, I cannot ſee elſe how thou ſhouldſt ſcape. Heere comes yong Mr Ganimed, my new Miſtriſſes Brother. From the eaſt to weſterne Iude, no iewel is like Roſalinde, Hir worth being mounted on the winde, through all the world beares Roſalinde. All the pictures faireſt Linde, are but blacke to Roſalinde: Let no face bee kept in mind, but the faire of Roſalinde. Ile rime you ſo, eight yeares together; dinners, and ſuppers, and ſleeping hours excepted: it is the right Butter-womens ranke to Market. Out Foole. For a taſte.