Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
They must either (For so run the Conditions) leave those remnants Of Fool and Feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto; as Fights and Fireworks, Abusing better men than they can be Out of a foreign wisdom, renouncing clean The faith they have in Tennis and tall Stockings, Short blistered Breeches, and those types of Travel; And understand again like honest men, Or pack to their old Playfellows; there, I take it, They may Cum Praulegio, we away The lag end of their lewdness, and be laughed at. 'tis time to give 'em Physic, their diseases Are grown so catching. What a loss our Ladies Will have of these trim vanities? I marry, There will be woe indeed Lords, the sly whoresons Have got a speeding trick to lay down Ladies. A French Song, and a Fiddle, has no Fellow. The Devil fiddle 'em, I am glad they are going, For sure there's no converting of 'em: now An honest Country Lord as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plain song, And have an hour of hearing, and by't Lady Held currant Music too. Well said Lord Sands, Your Colt's tooth is not cast yet? No my Lord, Nor shall not while I have a stump. Sir Thomas, Whither were you a going? To the Cardinals; Your Lordship is a guest too. O, 'tis true; This night he makes a Supper, and a great one, To many Lords and Ladies; there will be The Beauty of this Kingdom I'll assure you. That Churchman Bears a bounteous mind indeed, A hand as fruitful as the Land that feeds us, His dews fall every where. No doubt he's Noble; He had a black mouth that said other of him. He may my Lord, Has wherewithal in him; Sparing would show a worse sin, then ill Doctrine, Men of his way, should be most liberal, They are set here for examples. True, they are so; But few now give so great ones: My Barge stays; Your Lordship shall along: Come, good Sir Thomas, We shall be late else, which I would not be, For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford This night to be Comptrollers. I am your Lordships. Ladies, A general welcome from his Grace Salutes ye all; This Night he dedicates To fair content, and you: None here he hopes In all this Noble Bevy, has brought with her One care abroad: he would have all as merry: As first, good Company, good wine, good welcome, Can make good people. O my Lord, ye are tardy; The very thought of this fair Company, Clapped wings to me. You are young Sir Harry Guildford. Sir Thomas Lovel, had the Cardinal But halfe my Lay-thoughts in him, some of these Should find a running Banquet, ere they rested, I think would better please 'em: by my life, They are a sweet society of fair ones.
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They muſt either (For ſo run the Conditions) leaue thoſe remnants Of Foole and Feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto; as Fights and Fire-workes, Abuſing better men then they can be Out of a forreigne wiſedome, renouncing cleane The faith they haue in Tennis and tall Stockings, Short bliſtred Breeches, and thoſe types of Trauell; And vnderſtand againe like honeſt men, Or pack to their old Playfellowes; there, I take it, They may Cum Praulegio, wee away The lag end of their lewdneſſe, and be laugh'd at. Tis time to giue 'em Phyſicke, their diſeaſes Are growne ſo catching. What a loſſe our Ladies Will haue of theſe trim vanities? I marry, There will be woe indeed Lords, the ſlye whorſons Haue got a ſpeeding tricke to lay downe Ladies. A French Song, and a Fiddle, ha's no Fellow. The Diuell fiddle 'em, I am glad they are going, For ſure there's no conuerting of 'em: now An honeſt Country Lord as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plaine ſong, And haue an houre of hearing, and by't Lady Held currant Muſicke too. Well ſaid Lord Sands, Your Colts tooth is not caſt yet? No my Lord, Nor ſhall not while I haue a ſtumpe. Sir Thomas, Whither were you a going? To the Cardinals; Your Lordſhip is a gueſt too. O, 'tis true; This night he makes a Supper, and a great one, To many Lords and Ladies; there will be The Beauty of this Kingdome Ile aſſure you. That Churchman Beares a bounteous minde indeed, A hand as fruitfull as the Land that feeds vs, His dewes fall euery where. No doubt hee's Noble; He had a blacke mouth that ſaid other of him. He may my Lord, Ha's wherewithall in him; Sparing would ſhew a worſe ſinne, then ill Doctrine, Men of his way, ſhould be moſt liberall, They are ſet heere for examples. True, they are ſo; But few now giue ſo great ones: My Barge ſtayes; Your Lordſhip ſhall along: Come, good Sir Thomas, We ſhall be late elſe, which I would not be, For I was ſpoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford This night to be Comptrollers. I am your Lordſhips. Ladyes, A generall welcome from his Grace Salutes ye all; This Night he dedicates To faire content, and you: None heere he hopes In all this Noble Beuy, has brought with her One care abroad: hee would haue all as merry: As firſt, good Company, good wine, good welcome, Can make good people. O my Lord, y' are tardy; The very thought of this faire Company, Clapt wings to me. You are young Sir Harry Guilford ▪ Sir Thomas Louell, had the Cardinall But halfe my Lay-thoughts in him, ſome of theſe Should finde a running Banket, ere they reſted, I thinke would better pleaſe 'em: by my life, They are a ſweet ſociety of faire ones.