The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 21 of 39
Massinger, Philip · published 1630 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Sep 17] [incorrect] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta typicality 0.84 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Never yet, This flesh felt such a fever, by the life And fortune of great Amurath, should our prophet (Whose name I bow to) in a vision speak this, 'twould make me doubtful of my faith: lead on, And when my eyes, and ears, are like yours, guilty, My rage shall then appear, for I will do Something; but what, I am not yet determined. They are private to their wishes, Doubt it not. A pretty structure this! a court do you call it? vaulted and arched: O here has been old jumbling Behind this arras. Prithee let's have some sport, With this fresh Codshead. I am out of tune, But do as you please. My conscience! tush the hope Of liberty throws that burden off, I must go watch, and make discovery. He's musing, And will talk to himself, he cannot hold, The poor fool's ravished. I am in my master's clothes, They fit me to a hair too, let but any Indifferent gamester measure us inch, by inch, Or weigh us by the standard, I may pass I have been proved, and proved again, true metal. How he surveys himself. I have heard that some Have fooled themselves at Court into good fortunes, That never hoped to thrive by wit in the City, Or honesty in the Country. If I do not Make the best laugh at me, he weep for myself, If they give me hearing. 'tis resolved I'll try What may be done. By your favour sir, I pray you Were you borne a Courtier? No sir, why do you ask? Because I thought that none could be preferred, But such as were begot there. O sir! many, and howsoe'er you are a Citizen borne, Yet if your mother were a handsome woman, And ever longed to see a Mask at Court, It is an even lay but that you had A Courtier to your Father; and I think so; You bear yourself so sprightly. It may be, But pray you sir, had I such an itch upon me To change my copy, is there hope a place May be had here for money? Not without it That I dare warrant you. I have a pretty stock, And would not have my good parts undiscovered, What places of credit are there? There's your Beglerbeg. By no means that, it comes to ne'er the beggar And most prove so that come there. Or your Sanzacke. Saus-iacke fie none of that. Your Chiaus. Not that. Chief Gardener. Out upon't, 'twill put me mind my Mother was an herb-woman, What is your place I pray you? Sir an eunuch. An eunuch! very fine, i'faith, an eunuch! And what are your employments? neat and easy. In the day I wait on my Lady when she eats, Carry her pantofles, bear up her train Sing her asleep at night, and when she pleases I am her bedfellow.
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Neuer yet, This flesh felt such a feuer, by the life And fortune of great Amura'h, should our prophet (Whose name I bow to) in a vision speake this, T'would make me doubtfull of my faith: leade on, And when my eies, and eares, are like yours, guilty, My rage shall then appeare, for I will doe Something; but what, I am not yet determin'd. They are priuate to their wishes, Doubt it not. A prettie structure this! a court doe you call it? Valted and arch'd: O heere has beene old iumbling Behind this arras. Prethee let's haue some sport, With this fresh Codshead. I am out of tune, But doe as you please. My conscience tush the hope Of liberty throwes that burthen off, I must goe watch, and make discouery. He's musing, And vvill talke to himselfe, he cannot hold, The poore foole's rauish'd. I am in my masters clothes, They fit me to a hayre too, let but any Indifferent gamester measure vs inch, by inch, Or vvaigh vs by the standard, I may passe I haue beene prou'd, and prou'd againe, true mettall. How he suruayes himselfe. I haue heard that some Haue feol'd themselues at Court into good fortunes, That neuer hop'd to thriue by wit in the City, Or honesty in the Countrey. If I doe not Make the best laugh at me, he weepe for my selfe, If they giue me hearing. Tis resolud I' trie What may be done. By your fauour ir, I pray you Were you borne a Courtier? No sir, vvhy doe you aske? Because I thought that none could be preferd, But such as were begot there. O sir! many, and howsoere you are a Citizen borne, Yet if your mother vvere a handsome vvoman, And euer long'd to see a Maske at Court, It is an euen lay but that you had A Courtier to your Father; and I thinke so; You beare your selfe so sprightly. It may be, But pray you sir, had I such an itch vpon me To change my coppy, is there hope a place May be had heere for money? Not without it That I dare vvarrant you. I haue a pretty stocke, And vvould not haue my good parts vndiscouer'd, What places of credit are there? There's your Beglerbeg. By no meanes that, it comes to neere the begger And most prooue so that come there. Or your Sanzacke. Saus-iacke fie none of that. Your Chiaus. Not that. Chiefe Gardiner. Out vpon't, Twill put me mind my Mother was an herb-woman, What is your place I pray you? Sir an Euenuch. An Euenuch! very fine, I faith, an Euenuch! And what are your employments? neate and easie. In the day waite on my Lady when she eates, Carry her pantophles, beare vp her trayne Sing her asleepe at night, and when she pleases I am her bedfellow.