Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
How nothing! oh sir, the smallest Letters hurt your eyes most, and the least headache which comes by a woman's knocking hurts more than a cut to the scull by a man's knocking. Yet I warrant thou dar'st swear the party's honest? Ha; swear; not I, no man durst ever swear for his wife but Adam, nor any woman for her husband but Eue, fare you well sir. Whether art flying? In pieces dost not see I'm shot out of a Cannon. Downwards I'll shoot thee, but as devil's use I'll tickle at thy tortures, dance at thy stumbling, Play with thee, and then paw thee,' shalt make me merry The Crown of black deeds that are hatched in Hell Is to outlive and laugh, and all's played well. I have not passed by a Don, to touch whose hand mine own was never more troubled with a more terrible itch. I have not met a Signior, at whom mine own eyes (as if roasted enough) did ever burn more in desire to fly out: so that whether to recoil or advance on, I am between Hawk and Buzzard. The honey of sweet Compliment so turn up your Tusks or Mochatoes, that they be not too stiff, to bristle against my acquaintance. Your acquaintance is a Limbeck, out of which runneth a perfumed water, bathing my nostrils in a strong scent of your embracings: are you of Court Signior? No Signior of the City: are you a Don of the City! No Signior of the Court City, I smile, Why. I assure you Signior, you are to us of the Court but Animals You are held but as shooing horns to wait on great Lords heels. Let 'em pay us what they owe then, and pull on their shoes, and we'll wait no more. You are our Apes. But you are fuller of Apish-tricks. No sooner leap our Ladies into a fashion, but your Wives are ready to creep into the same. Why not; for though some of your Ladies invent the fashion, some of our wives husbands are never paid for the stuff or making. Give way with your poor scull to our oars: for I tell thee Signior you of the city, are the flatten milk of the kingdom, and we of the Court, the Cream. I tell thee Signior! we of the City eat none of your Court butter, but some of your munch up our flatten milk cheese. Be not too loud; though you are good ringers in the City, for most of you have bells at your doors. Be not you too loud: for you might be good singers at Court but that most of you are spoiled in learning your pricksong. be temperate: I will show you your City cinquepace, you bear, swear, tear, rear, and wear; you bear the Tankard, swear shop oaths, tear money out of debtors throats, rear rich estates, wear good clothes, but carry your Conscience in torn pockets.
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How nothing! oh sir, the smallest Letters hurt your eyes most, and the least head-ach which comes by a womans knocking hurts more then a cut to the scull by a mans knocking. Yet I warrant thou dar'st sweare the party's honest? Ha; sweare; not I, no man durst euer sweare for his wife but Adam, nor any woman for her husband but Eue, fare you well sir. Whether art flying? In peices dost not see I'me shot out of a Cannon. Downewards Ile shoote thee, but as Diuels vse Ile tickle at thy tortures, dance at thy stumbling, Play with thee, and then paw thee, 'shalt make me merry The Crowne of blacke deeds that are hatcht in Hell Is to out-liue and laugh, and all's play'd well. I haue not pass'd by a Don, to touch whose hand mine owne was neuer more troubled with a more terrible itch. I haue not met a Signior, at whom mine owne eyes (as if roasted enough) did euer burne more in desire to flye out: so that whether to recoyle or aduance on, I am betweene Hawke and Buzzard. The honey of sweet Complement so turne vp your Tuskes or Mochatoes, that they be not too stiffe, to brisle against my acquaintance. Your acquaintance is a Limbeck, out of which runneth a perfum'd water, bathing my nosthrils in a strong scent of your embracings: are you of Court Signior? No Signior of the City: are you a Don of the Citie! No Signior of the Court City, I smile, Why. I assure you Signior, you are to vs of the Court but Animals You are held but as shooing hornes to wait on great Lords heeles. Let em pay vs what they owe then, and pull on their shoes, and wee'll wait no more. You are our Apes. But you are fuller of Apish-trickes. No sooner leape our Ladies into a fashion, but your Wiues are ready to creepe into the same. Why not; for tho some of your Ladies invent the fashion, some of our wiues husbands are neuer pay'd for the stuffe or making. Giue way with your poore scull to our oares: for I tell thee Signior you of the city, are the flatten milke of the kingdome, and wee of the Court, the Creame. I tell thee Signior! wee of the City eate none of your Court butter, but some of your munch vp our flatten milk cheese. Be not too loud; tho you are good ringers in the City, for most of you haue bels at your doores. Be not you too loud: for you might be good singers at Court but that most of you are spoyled in learning your pricksong. Bee temporate: I will shew you your City Cinquipace, you beare, sweare, teare, reare, and weare; you beare the Tanckerd, sweare shop oathes, teare money out of debtors throates, reare rich estates, weare good clothes, but carry your Conscience in torne pockets.