2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 9 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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Proceed. Each degree has his fashion, it's fit then, One should be laid by for the Citizen, And that's the Cap which you see swells not high, For Caps are Emblems of humility; It is a citizen's badge, and first was worn Byth' Romans; for when any bondman's turn Came to be made a Freeman: thus 'twas said, He to the Cap was called; that is, was made Of Rome a Freeman, but was first close shorn, And so a citizen's hair is still short worn. That close shaving made Barbers a Company, And now every Citizen uses it. Of Geometric figures the most rare, And perfectest are the Circle and the square, The City and the School much build upon These figures, for both love proportion. The City Cap is round, the Scholars square. To show that Government and learning are The perfectest limbs i'th' body of a State: For without them, all's disproportionate. If the Cap had no honour, this might rear it, The Reverend Fathers of the Law do wear it. It's light for Summer, and in cold it sits Close to the scull, a warm house for the wits; It shows the whole face boldly, 'tis not made As if a man to look on't were afraid, Nor like a draper's shop with broad dark shed, For he's no Citizen that hides his head. Flat Caps as proper are to City Gowns, As to Armours Helmets, or to Kings their Crowns. Let then the City Cap by none be scorned, Since with it Princes heads have been adorned. If more the round Caps honour you would know, How would this long Gown with this steeple show? Ha, ha, ha: most vile, most ugly. Pray Signior pardon me, 'twas done in jest. A cup of claret wine there. Wine: yes forsooth, wine for the Bride. You ha' well set out the Cap, sir. Nay, that's flat. A health. Since his Cap's round, that Shall go round. Be bare, For in the Caps praise all of you have share. The Bride's at cuffs. Oh, peace I pray thee, thus far off I stand, I spied the error of my servants, she called for Claret, and you filled out Sack; that cup give me, 'tis for an old man's back, and not for hers. Indeed 'twas but mistaken, ask all these else. No faith, 'twas but mistaken. Nay, she took it right enough. Good Luke reach her that glass of Claret. Here, Mistress Bride, pledge me there. Now I'll none. How now? Look what your Mistress ails. Nothing, sir, but about filling a wrong glass, a scurvy trick. I pray you hold your tongue, my servant there tells me she is not well. Step to her, step to her. A word with you: do ye hear? This wench (your new wife) will take you down in your wedding shoes, unless you hang her up in her wedding garters.
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Proceed. Each degree has his fashion, it's fit then, One should be laid by for the Citizen, And that's the Cap which you see swels not hye, For Caps are Emblems of humility; It is a Citizens badge, and first was worne By'th Romanes; for when any Bondmans turne Came to be made a Freeman: thus 'twas said, He to the Cap was call'd; that is, was made Of Rome a Freeman, but was first close shorne, And so a Citizens haire is still short worne. That close shauing made Barbers a Company, And now euery Citizen vses it. Of Geometricke figures the most rare, And perfect'st are the Circle and the square, The Citty and the Schoole much build vpon These figures, for both loue proportion. The City Cap is round, the Schollers square. To shew that Gouernment and learning are The perfect'st limbes i'th body of a State: For without them, all's disproportionate. If the Cap had no honor, this might reare it, The Reuerend Fathers of the Law doe weare it. It's light for Summer, and in cold it sits Close to the scull, a warme house for the wits; It shewes the whole face boldly, 'tis not made As if a man to looke on't were afraide, Nor like a Drapers shop with broad darke shed, For hee's no Citizen that hides his head. Flat Caps as proper are to Citty Gownes, As to Armors Helmets, or to Kings their Crownes. Let then the City Cap by none be scornd, Since with it Princes heads haue beene adornd. If more the round Caps honor you would know, How would this long Gowne with this steeple show? Ha, ha, ha: most vile, most vgly. Pray Signior pardon me, 'twas done in iest. A cup of claret wine there. Wine: yes forsooth, wine for the Bride. You ha well set out the Cap, sir. Nay, that's flat. A heaith. Since his Cap's round, that Shall goe round. Be bare, For in the Caps praise all of you haue share. The Bride's at cuffes. Oh, peace I pray thee, thus far off I stand, I spied the error of my seruants, she call'd for Claret, and you fill'd out Sacke; that cup giue me, 'tis for an old mans backe, and not for hers. Indeed 'twas but mistaken, aske all these else. No faith, 'twas but mistaken. Nay, she tooke it right enough. Good Luke reach her that glasse of Claret. Here, Mistris Bride, pledge me there. Now Ile none. How now? Looke what your Mistris ayles. Nothing, sir, but about filling a wrong glasse, a scuruy tricke. I pray you hold your tongue, my seruant there tells me she is not well. Step to her, step to her. A word with you: doe ye heare? This wench (your new wife) will take you downe in your wedding shooes, vnlesse you hang her vp in her wedding garters.