2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 8 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Give it me, I think I have some gold about me; yes, it's well; leave my Lodging at Court, and get you home. Come sir, though I never turned any man out of doors, yet I'll be so bold as to pull your Coat over your ears. What do you mean to do sir? Hold thy tongue knave, take thou my Cloak, I hope I play not the paltry Merchant in this bartering; bid the Steward of my house, sleep with open eyes in my absence, and to look to all things, whatsoever I command by Letters to be done by you, see it done. So, does it sit well? As if it were made for your Worship. You proud Varlets, you need not be ashamed to wear blue, when your Master is one of your fellows; away, do not see me. This is excellent. I should put on a worse suit too; perhaps I will. My Vizard is on, now to this mask. Say I should shave off this Honour of an old man, or tie it up shorter; Well, I will spoil a good face for once. My beard being off, how should I look? even like A Winter Cuckoo, or unfeather Owl; Yet better lose this hair, then lose her soul. O Gentlemen, so late, y'are very welcome, pray sit down. Carolo, didst ere see such a nest of Caps? methinks It's a most civil and most comely sight. What does he i'th' middle look like? Troth like a spire steeple in a Country Village overpeering so many thatched houses. It's rather a long pike staff against so many bucklers without pikes; they sit for all the world like a pair of Organs, and he's the tall great roaring pipe i'th' midst. Ha, ha, ha, ha. What's that you laugh at, Signiors? Troth shall I tell you, and aloud I'll tell it, We laugh to see (yet laugh we not in scorn) Amongst so many Caps that long Hat worn. Mine is as tall a felt as any is this day in Milan, and therefore I love it, for the block was cleft out for my head, and fits me to a hair. Indeed you are good observers, it shows strange. But Gentlemen, I pray neither contemn, Nor yet deride a civil ornament; I could build so much in the round Caps praise, That love this high roof, I this flat would raise. Prithee sweet Bridegroom do't. So all these guests will pardon me, I'll do't. With all our hearts. Thus then in the Caps honour, To every Sex and state, both Nature, Time, The country's laws, yea and the very Clime Do allot distinct habits, the spruce Courtier jets up and down in silk: the Warrior Marches in buff, the Clown plods on in grey: But for these upper garments thus I say, The Seaman has his Cap, pared without brim, The Gallants head is feathered, that fits him; The Soldier has his murrain, women ha' Tires; Beasts have their headpieces, and men ha' theirs.
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Giue it me, I thinke I haue some gold about me; yes, it's well; leaue my Lodging at Court, and get you home. Come sir, tho I neuer turned any man out of doores, yet Ile be so bold as to pull your Coate ouer your eares. What doe you meane to doe sir? Hold thy tongue knaue, take thou my Cloake, I hope I play not the paltry Merchant in this bartring; bid the Steward of my house, sleepe with open eyes in my absence, and to looke to all things, whatsoeuer I command by Letters to be done by you, see it done. So, does it sit well? As if it were made for your Worship. You proud Varlets, you need not bee ashamed to weare blue, when your Master is one of your fellowes; away, doe not see me. This is excellent. I should put on a worse suite too; perhaps I will. My Vizard is on, now to this maske. Say I should shaue off this Honor of an old man, or tye it vp shorter; Well, I will spoyle a good face for once. My beard being off, how should I looke? euen like A Winter Cuckoo, or vnfeatherd Owle; Yet better lose this haire, then lose her soule. O Gentlemen, so late, y'are very welcome, pray sit downe. Carolo, did'st ere see such a nest of Caps? Me thinkes It's a most ciuill and most comely sight. What does he 'ith middle looke like? Troth like a spire steeple in a Country Village ouerpeering so many thatcht houses. It's rather a long pike staffe against so many bucklers without pikes; they sit for all the world like a paire of Organs, and hee's the tall great roaring pipe'ith middest. Ha, ha, ha, ha. What's that you laugh at, Signiors? Troth shall I tell you, and aloude Ile tell it, We laugh to see (yet laugh we not in scorne) Amongst so many Caps that long Hat worne. Mine is as tall a felt as any is this day in Millan, and therefore I loue it, for the blocke was cleft out for my head, and fits me to a haire. Indeed you are good obseruers, it shewes strange. But Gentlemen, I pray neither contemne, Nor yet deride a ciuill ornament; I could build so much in the round Caps praise, That loue this hye roofe, I this flat would raise. Prethee sweet Bridegrome doo't. So all these guests will pardon me, Ile doo't. With all our hearts. Thus then in the Caps honor, To euery Sex and state, both Nature, Time, The Countries lawes, yea and the very Clime Doe allot distinct habits, the spruce Courtier Iets vp and downe in silke: the Warrier Marches in buffe, the Clowne plods on in gray: But for these vpper garments thus I say, The Sea-man has his Cap, par'd without brim, The Gallants head is featherd, that fits him; The Soldier has his Murren, women ha Tires; Beasts haue their head-peeces, and men ha theirs.