Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Faith I'll home to morrow sir Toby, your niece will not be seen, or if she be it's four to one, she'll none of me: the Count himself here hard by, woos her, she'll none o' th' Count, she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit: I have heard her swear't. Tut there's life in't man. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' th' strangest mind i' th' world: I delight in Masks and Revels sometimes altogether. Art thou good at these kicke-chawses Knight? As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters, & yet I will not compare with an old man. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? Faith, I can cut a caper. And I can cut the Mutton too't. And I think I have the backe-tricke, simply as strong as any man in Illyria. Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore have these gifts a Curtain before 'em? Are they like to take dust, like mistress Male picture? Why dost thou not go to Church in a Galliard, and come home in a Carranto? My very walk should be a jig: I would not so much as make water but in a Sinke-a-pace: What dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a Galliard. I, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a damned coloured stock. Shall we sit about some Revels? What shall we do else: were we not borne under Taurus? Taurus? That sides and heart. No sir, it is legs and thighs: let me see thee caper. Ha', higher: ha', ha', excellent. If the Duke continue these favours towards you Cesario, you are like to be much advanced, he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love. Is he inconstant sir, in his favours. No believe me. I thank you: here comes the Count Who saw Cesario hoa? On your attendance my Lord here. Stand you awhile aloof. Cesario, Thou know'st no less, but all: I have unclasped To thee the book even of my secret soul. Therefore good youth, address thy gate unto her, Be not denied access, stand at her doors, And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow Till thou have audience. Sure my Noble Lord, If she be so abandoned to her sorrow As it is spoke, she never will admit me. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, Rather than make unprofited return, Say I do speak with her (my Lord) what then? O then, unfold the passion of my love, Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith; It shall become thee well to act my woes: She will attend it better in thy youth, Then in a Nuntios of more grave aspect. I think not so, my Lord.
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Faith Ile home to morrow ſir Toby, your niece wil not be ſeene, or if ſhe be it's four to one, ſhe'l none of me: the Count himſelfe here hard by, wooes her, Shee'l none o' th Count, ſhe'l not match aboue hir degree, neither in eſtate, yeares, nor wit: I haue heard her ſwear't. Tut there's life in't man. Ile ſtay a moneth longer. I am a fellow o' th ſtrangeſt minde i' th world: I delight in Maskes and Reuels ſometimes altogether. Art thou good at theſe kicke-chawſes Knight? As any man in Illyria, whatſoeuer he be, vnder the degree of my betters, & yet I will not compare with an old man. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? Faith, I can cut a caper. And I can cut the Mutton too't. And I thinke I haue the backe-tricke, ſimply as ſtrong as any man in Illyria. Wherefore are theſe things hid? Wherefore haue theſe gifts a Curtaine before 'em? Are they like to take duſt, like miſtris Mals picture? Why doſt thou not goe to Church in a Galliard, and come home in a Carranto? My verie walke ſhould be a Iigge: I would not ſo much as make water but in a Sinke-a-pace: What dooeſt thou meane? Is it a world to hide vertues in? I did thinke by the excellent conſtitution of thy legge, it was form'd vnder the ſtarre of a Galliard. I, 'tis ſtrong, and it does indifferent well in a dam'd colour'd ſtocke. Shall we ſit about ſome Reuels? What ſhall we do elſe: were we not borne vnder Taurus? Taurus? That ſides and heart. No ſir, it is leggs and thighes: let me ſee thee caper. Ha, higher: ha, ha, excellent. If the Duke continue theſe fauours towards you Ceſario, you are like to be much aduanc'd, he hath known you but three dayes, and already you are no ſtranger. You either feare his humour, or my negligence, that you call in queſtion the continuance of his loue. Is he inconſtant ſir, in his fauours. No beleeue me. I thanke you: heere comes the Count. Who ſaw Ceſario hoa? On your attendance my Lord heere. Stand you a-while aloofe. Ceſario, Thou knowſt no leſſe, but all: I haue vnclaſp'd To thee the booke euen of my ſecret ſoule. Therefore good youth, addreſſe thy gate vnto her, Be not deni'de acceſſe, ſtand at her doores, And tell them, there thy fixed foot ſhall grow Till thou haue audience. Sure my Noble Lord, If ſhe be ſo abandon'd to her ſorrow As it is ſpoke, ſhe neuer will admit me. Be clamorous, and leape all ciuill bounds, Rather then make vnprofited returne, Say I do ſpeake with her (my Lord) what then? O then, vnfold the paſsion of my loue, Surprize her with diſcourſe of my deere faith; It ſhall become thee well to act my woes: She will attend it better in thy youth, Then in a Nuntio's of more graue aſpect. I thinke not ſo, my Lord.