Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.70 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
What's he comes here. It is the Count Rosignoll my good Lord, Young Bertram. Youth, thou bearest thy Father's face, Frank Nature rather curious then in haste Hath well composed thee: Thy Father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too: Welcome to Paris. My thankes and duty are your Majesties. I would I had that corporal soundness now, As when thy father, and myself, in friendship First tried out soldiership: he did look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest. He lasted long, But on us both did haggish Age steal on, And wore us out of act: It much repairs me To talk of your good father; in his youth He had the wit, which I can well observe To day in our young Lords: but they may jest Till their own scorn return to them unnoted Ere they can hide their levity in honour: So like a Courtier, contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride, or sharpness; if they were, His equal had awaked them, and his honour Clock to itself, knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak: and at this time His tongue obey d his hand. Who were below him, He used as creatures of another place, And bowed his eminent top to their low ranks, Making them proud of his humility, In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man Might be a copy to these younger times; Which followed well, would demonstrate them now But goers backward. His good remembrance sir Lies richer in your thoughts, then on his tomb: So in approof lives not his Epitaph, As in your royal speech. Would I were with him he would always say, (methinks I hear him now) his plausive words He scattered not in ears, but grafted them To grow there and to bear: Let me not live, This his good melancholy oft began On the Catastrophe and heel of pastime When it was out: Let me not live (quoth he) After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain; whose judgements are Mere fathers of their garments: whose constancies Expire before their fashions: this he wished. I after him, do after him wish too: Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, I quickly were dissolved from my hive To give some Labourers room. You're loved Sir, They that lest lend it you, shall lack you first. I fill a place I know't: how long ist Count Since the Physician at your fathers died? He was much famed. Some six months since my Lord. If he were living, I would try him yet. Lend me an arm: the rest have worn me out With several applications: Nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. Welcome Count, My son's no dearer. Thank your Majesty. I will now hear, what say you of this gentlewoman.
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What's he comes heere. It is the Count Roſignoll my good Lord, Yong Bertram. Youth, thou bear'ſt thy Fathers face, Franke Nature rather curious then in haſt Hath well compos'd thee: Thy Fathers morall parts Maiſt thou inherit too: Welcome to Paris. My thankes and dutie are your Maieſties. I would I had that corporall ſoundneſſe now, As when thy father, and my ſelfe, in friendſhip Firſt tride out ſouldierſhip: he did looke farre Into the ſeruice of the time, and was Diſcipled of the braueſt. He laſted long, But on vs both did haggiſh Age ſteale on, And wore vs out of act: It much repaires me To talke of your good father; in his youth He had the wit, which I can well obſerue To day in our yong Lords: but they may ieſt Till their owne ſcorne returne to them vnnoted Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour: So like a Courtier, contempt nor bitterneſſe Were in his pride, or ſharpneſſe; if they were, His equall had awak'd them, and his honour Clocke to it ſelfe, knew the true minute when Exception bid him ſpeake: and at this time His tongue obey d his hand. Who were below him, He vs'd as creatures of another place, And bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes, Making them proud of his humilitie, In their poore praiſe he humbled: Such a man Might be a copie to theſe yonger times; Which followed well, would demonſtrate them now But goers backward. His good remembrance ſir Lies richer in your thoughts, then on his tombe: So in approofe liues not his Epitaph, As in your royall ſpeech. Would I were with him he would alwaies ſay, (Me thinkes I heare him now) his plauſiue words He ſcatter'd not in eares, but grafted them To grow there and to beare: Let me not liue, This his good melancholly oft began On the Cataſtrophe and heele of paſtime When it was out: Let me not liue (quoth hee) After my flame lackes oyle, to be the ſnuffe Of yonger ſpirits, whoſe apprehenſiue ſenſes All but new things diſdaine; whoſe iudgements are Meere fathers of their garments: whoſe conſtancies Expire before their faſhions: this he wiſh'd. I after him, do after him wiſh too: Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home, I quickly were diſſolued from my hiue To giue ſome Labourers roome. You'r loued Sir, They that leaſt lend it you, ſhall lacke you firſt. I fill a place I know't: how long iſt Count Since the Phyſitian at your fathers died? He was much fam'd. Some ſix moneths ſince my Lord. If he were liuing, I would try him yet. Lend me an arme: the reſt haue worne me out With ſeuerall applications: Nature and ſickneſſe Debate it at their leiſure. Welcome Count, My ſonne's no deerer. Thanke your Maieſty. I will now heare, what ſay you of this gentlewoman.