Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta typicality 0.85 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Save ye, Nobilities: do your Lordships take notice of my Page? 'tis a fashion of the newest edition, spick and span new, without example. Do your honour, Housewife. There's a curtsy for you, and a curtsy for you. 'tis excellent: we must all follow fashion, and entertain Shee-waiters. 'Twill be Courtly. I think so; I hope the Chronicles will rear me one day for a head-piece— Of Woodcock without brains in't; Barbers shall wear thee on their citherns, and Hucksters set thee out in Gingerbread. Devil take thee: I say nothing to thee now; canst let me be quiet? You're too perstreperous, Saucebox. Good Girl, if we begin to puff once. Prithee hold thy tongue, the Lords are in the presence. Mum, Butterfly. O the Prince: stand and keep silence. O the Prince: Wench, thou shalt see the Prince now. Sir; Gracious Sir. Why all this Company? A Book! is this the early exercise I did prescribe? in stead of following health, Which all men covet, you pursue your disease. Where's your great Horse, your Hounds, your set at Tennis, Your Balloon ball, the practice of your dancing, Your casting of the sledge, or learning how To toss a Pike; all changed into a Sonnet? Pray Sir grant me free liberty to leave The Court, it does infect me with the sloth Of sleep and surfeit: In the University I have employments, which to my profession Add profit and report: Here I am lost, And in your wilful dulness held a man Of neither Art nor honesty: you may Command my head; pray take it, do; 'twere better For me to lose it, than to lose my wits, And live in Bedlam: you will force me to't, I am almost mad already. I believe it. Letters are come from Crete, which do require A speedy restitution of such ships, As by your Father were long since detained; If not; defiance threatened. These near parts Of Syria that adjoin, muster their friends: And by intelligence we learn for certain, The Syrian will pretend an ancient interest Of tribute intermitted. Through your Land Your subjects mutter strangely, and imagine More than they dare speak publicly. And yet They talk but oddly of you. Hang 'em mongrels. Of me? my subjects talk of me? Yes, scurvily, And think worse (Prince.) I'll borrow patience A little time to listen to these wrongs, And from the few of you which are here present, Conceive the general voice. So, now he is nettled. By all your loves I charge ye, without fear Or flattery, to let me know your thoughts, And how I am interpreted: Speak boldly. For my part (Sir) I will be plain, and brief: I think you are of Nature mild and easy, Not willingly provoked, but withal headstrong In any passion that misleads your judgement. I think you too indulgent to such motions, As spring out of your own affections, too old to be reformed, and yet too young To take fit council from yourself, of what Is most amiss.
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Saue yee, Nobilities: doe your Lordships take notice of my Page? Tis a fashion of the newest edition, spick and span new, without example. Doe your honour, Houswife. There's a cursey for you, and a cursey for you. Tis excellent: we must all follow fashion, and entertaine Shee-waiters. 'Twill be Courtly. I thinke so; I hope the Chronicles will reare me one day for a head-piece— Of Woodcocke without braines in't; Barbers shall weare thee on their Citternes, and Hucksters set thee out in Ginger-bread. Deuill take thee: I say nothing to thee now; canst let me be quiet? Y'are too perstreperous, Sauce-box. Good Girle, if we begin to puffe once. Prethee hold thy tongue, the Lords are in the presence. Mum, Butterflye. O the Prince: stand and keepe silence. O the Prince: Wench, thou shalt see the Prince now. Sir; Gracious Sir. Why all this Company? A Booke! is this the early exercise I did prescribe? in stead of following health, Which all mē couet, you pursue your disease. Where's your great Horse, your Hounds, your set at Tennis, Your Balloone ball, the practice of your dancing, Your casting of the sledge, or learning how To tosse a Pike; all chang'd into a Sonnet? Pray Sir grant me free liberty to leaue The Court, it do's infect me with the sloth Of sleepe and surfet: In the Vniuersity I haue imployments, which to my profession Adde profit and report: Here I am lost, And in your wilfull dulnesse held a man Of neither Art nor honesty: you may Command my head; pray take it, doe; 'twere better For me to lose it, then to lose my wits, And liue in Bedlam: you will force me too't, I am almost mad already. I beleeue it. Letters are come from Creete, which do require A speedy restitution of such ships, As by your Father were long since detain'd; If not; defiance threatned. These neere parts Of Syria that adioyne, muster their friends: And by intelligence we learne for certaine, The Syrian will pretend an ancient interest Of tribute intermitted. Through your Land Your subiects mutter strangely, and imagine More then they dare speake publikely. And yet They talke but odly of you. Hang 'em Mungrels. Of me? my subiects talke of me? Yes, scuruily, And thinke worse (Prince.) Ile borrow patience A little time to listen to these wrongs, And from the few of you which are here present, Conceiue the generall voyce. So, now he is nettled. By all your loues I charge ye, without feare Or flattery, to let me know your thoughts, And how I am interpreted: Speake boldly. For my part (Sir) I will be plaine, and briefe: I thinke you are of Nature milde and easie, Not willingly prouokt, but withall head-strong In any passion that misleades your Iudgement. I thinke you too indulgent to such motions, As spring out of your owne affections, To old to be reform'd, and yet too young To take fit councell from your selfe, of what Is most amisse.