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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
So— Tutor, your conceit? I think you dote (with pardon let me speak it) Too much upon your pleasures, and these pleasures Are so wrapped up in self-love, that you covet No other change of fortune: would be still What your birth makes you, but are loath to toil In such affairs of State as break your sleeps. I think you would be by the world, reputed A man in every point complete, but are In manners and effect indeed a child, A boy, a very boy. May it please your Grace, I think you do contain within yourself The great elixir, soul and quintessence Of all divine perfections: are the glory Of mankind, and the only strict example For earthly Monarchies to square out their lives by: Times miracle, Fame's pride, in Knowledge, Wit, Sweetness, Discourse, Arms, Arts— You are a Courtier. But not of the ancient fashion, an't like your Highness. 'tis I; I, that am the credit of the Court, Noble Prince: and if thou wouldst by Proclamation or Patent, create me Overseer of all the Tailors in thy Dominions; then, then the golden days should appear again; bread should be cheaper; fools should have more wit; knaves more honesty; and beggars more money. I think now— Peace you Squall. You have not spoken yet. Hang him, he'll nothing but rail. Most abominable: out upon him. Away Cuculus; follow the Lords. Close Page, close. You are somewhat long a thinking. I do not think at all. Am I not worthy of your thought? My pity you are— But not my reprehension. Pity? Yes, for I pity such to whom I owe service, who exchange their happiness for a misery. Is it a misery to be a Prince? Princes who forget their sovereignty, and yield to affected passion, are weary of command. You had a Father, Sir. Your Sovereign whiles he lived. But what of him? Nothing. I only dared to name him; that's all. I charge thee by the duty that thou ow'st us, be plain in what thou meanest to speak: there's something that we must know: be free, our ears are open. O Sir, I had rather hold a Wolf by the ears, then stroke a Lion, the greatest danger is the last. This is mere trifling— Ha? are all stolen hence? We are alone: Thou hast an honest look, Thou hast a tongue, I hope, that is not oiled With flattery. Be open, though 'tis true, That in my younger days I oft have heard Agenor's name, my Father, more traduced, Than I could then observe; yet I protest, I never had a friend, a certain friend, That would inform me throughly of such errors, As oftentimes are incident to Princes. All this may be. I have seen a man so curious in feeling of the edge of a keen knife, that he has cut his fingers. My flesh is not of proof against the metal I am to handle; the one is tenderer than the other.
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So—Tutor, your conceit? I think you doate (with pardon let me speak it) Too much vpon your pleasures, and these pleasures Are so wrapt vp in selfe-loue, that you couet No other change of fortune: would be still What your birth makes you, but are loth to toyle In such affaires of State as breake your sleepes. I thinke you would be by the world, reputed A man in euery point compleat, but are In manners and effect indeed a childe, A boy, a very boy. May it please your Grace, I thinke you doe containe within your selfe The great Elixer, soule and quintessence Of all diuine perfections: are the glory Of mankind, and the onely strict example For earthly Monarchies to square out their liues by: Times miracle, Fames pride, in Knowledge, Wit, Sweetnesse, Discourse, Armes, Arts— You are a Courtier. But not of the ancient fashion, an't like your Highnesse. Tis I; I, that am the credit of the Court, Noble Prince: and if thou would'st by Proclamation or Patent, create me Ouerseer of all the Taylers in thy Dominions; then, then the golden dayes should appeare againe; bread should be cheaper; fooles should haue more wit; knaues more honesty; and beggers more money. I thinke now— Peace you Squall. You haue not spoken yet. Hang him, hee'l nothing but raile. Most abominable: out vpon him. Away Cuculus; follow the Lords. Close Page, close. You are somewhat long a thinking. I doe not thinke at all. Am I not worthy of your thought? My pitty you are— But not my reprehension. Pitty? Yes, for I pitty such to whom I owe seruice, who exchange their happinesse for a misery. Is it a misery to be a Prince? Princes who forget their soueraignty, and yeeld to affected passion, are weary of command. You had a Father, Sir. Your Soueraigne whiles he liu'd. But what of him? Nothing. I onely dar'd to name him; that's all. I charge thee by the duty that thou ow'st vs, be plaine in what thou meanest to speake: there's something that we must know: be free, our eares are open. O Sir, I had rather hold a Wolfe by the eares, then stroake a Lyon, the greatest danger is the last. This is meere trifling—Ha? are all stollen hence? We are alone: Thou hast an honest looke, Thou hast a tongue, I hope, that is not oyld With flattery. Be open, though tis true, That in my younger dayes I oft haue heard Agenors name, my Father, more traduc'd, Then I could then obserue; yet I protest, I neuer had a friend, a certaine friend, That would informe me throughly of such errors, As oftentimes are incident to Princes. All this may be. I haue seene a man so curious in feeling of the edge of a keene knife, that he has cut his fingers. My flesh is not of proofe against the metall I am to handle; the one is tenderer then the other.