The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 5 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 458 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Why, and am not I? is not the fellow drunk? I am Rufaldo. It may be some kin to him, but not that Rufaldo I mean, you are younger a fair deal. I am that Rufaldo, the Merchant, that buried my wife lately, and have one daughter Hilaria, ancient acquaintance with Cornelio and your Master Antonio. Oh sir, you must excuse me for that. Is thy name Gorgon? What else sir, honest Gorgon I? Do I know thee to be Gorgon? what, shall I be faced out of myself? why thou varlet, who am I, if not Rufaldo? Why sir, 'tis plain, you have no grey hairs in your head, your cheek is scarlet, a wanton youthful eye; Rufaldo had a head like frost, his eyes sunk into his hollows, a rugged brow, a hoary beard, and all his body not worth a drop of blood, a very crazy old meal-mouthed Gentleman, you are younger at least by thirty years. I'll assure thee I was Rufaldo, when I rose in the morning. You have not slept since, have you? No. 'Tis the more strange. I have heard of some that have been changed in a dream, but never waking before: this is strange, nay admirable! Young, changed, art sure thou dost not mock? I were a very knave then, if you be Rufaldo, I hope your worship knows I have been bound to my good behaviour. Altered young, ha! I would I were; and yet methinks I am livelier than I was, I feel my joints pliable as wax, and my voice is stronger too. But tell me, honest Gorgon, is it possible for an old man to be young again? Nay, I see you'll not believe me: well sir, I will be bold to report the wonder abroad, and astonish all your friends. Nay, stay, honest Gorgon, ha! young, no grey hairs? stay, who's here? Ha! 'tis not he, I'll speak to him, no 'tis in vain, I'll see if he knows me.— He passes by. Gasparo! what, does not he know me too? Sir, I should know you, are you not Signior Petrucchio, the dancing Master? Tricks, passages, I am Rufaldo, old Rufaldo. Rufaldo indeed is old, but you are young, you do retain his countenance, I would swear you were he, but you are younger far. 'Tis so, I am changed, I am younger than I was, I am that Rufaldo, believe, I know you to be a learned Gentleman, named Gasparo, I was told afore I was altered, but not to trouble you with many questions, only one, Gasparo, is it a thing possible for an old man to be young again? I know 'tis admirable, but is it possible? you are a Scholar.
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Why, andam not I? is not the fellow drunke? I am Rufaldo. It may be some kin to him, but not that Rufaldo I meane, you are younger a faire deale. I am that Rufaldo, the Merchant, that buried my wife lately, and haue one daughter Hilaria, ancient acquaintance with Cornelio and your Master Antonio. Oh sir, you must excuse me for that. Is thy name Gorgon? What else sir, honest Gorgon I? Doe I know thee to be Gorgon? what, shall I be fac'd out of my selfe? why thou varlet, who am I, if not Rufaldo? Why sir, 'tis plaine, you haue no gray haires in your head, your cheeke is scarlet, a wanton youthfull eye; Rufaldo had a head like frost, his eyes sunke into his hollows, a rugged brow, a hoarie beard, and all his body not worth a drop of blood, a very crazie old meale-mouth'd Gentleman, you are younger at least by thirty yeeres. Ile assure thee I was Rufaldo, when I rose in the morning. You haue not slept since, haue you? No. 'Tis the more strange. I haue heard of some that haue beene changed in a dreame, but neuer waking before: this is strange, nay admirable! Young, chang'd, art sure thou dost not mocke? I were a very knaue then, if you be Rufaldo, I hope your worship knowes I haue beene bound to my good behauiour. Altered young, ha! I would I were; and yet me thinks I am liuelier then I was, I feele my ioynts plyable as waxe, and my voyce is stronger too. But tell me, honest Gorgon, is it possible for an old man to be young againe? Nay, I see youle not beleeue me: well sir, I will be bold to report the wonder abroad, and astonish all your friends. Nay, stay, honest Gorgon, ha! young, no gray haires? stay, who's here? Ha! 'tis not he, Ile speake to him, no 'tis in vaine, Ile see if he knowes me.—He passes by. Gasparo! what, does not he know me too? Sir, I should know you, are you not Signior Petrucchio, the dancing Master? Tricks, passages, I am Rufaldo, old Rufaldo. Rufaldo indeed is old, but you are young, you doe retaine his countenance, I would sweare you were he, but you are younger farre. 'Tis so, I am chang'd, I am younger then I was, I am that Rufaldo, beleeue, I know you to be a learned Gentleman, nam'd Gasparo, I was told afore I was altered, but not to trouble you with many questions, onely one, Gasparo, is it a thing possible for an old man to be young againe? I know 'tis admirable, but is it possible? you are a Scholler.