The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 33 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 T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
I think Iupiter has snatched up my Master Antonio, to make a Ganymede on him, he is not to be found yet, I have search 't all the Taverns i'th' Town, I am sure, and that method my nose led me to, hoping he had been a good fellow, but, non est iuventus, well, my stock is spent, but with this terrible face a buff jerkin, and a roaring basket-hilt, Gorgon will have a trick of wit to bear his own charges: but here comes a Gentleman, to my postures now. I am resolved. Good your worship bestow a small piece of silver upon a poor Soldier, new-come out of the Low-Countries, that have been in many hot services, against the Spaniard, the French, and great Turk. I have been shot seven times thorough the body, my eyes blown up with gunpowder, half my skull seared off with a Canon, and had my throat cut twice in the open field: good your worship take compassion upon the caterwauling fortunes of a forlorn Gentleman, that have lost the use of my veins: good your generous nature take compassion upon me, I have but four fingers and a thumb upon one hand: can work, and won't: one small piece of grateful silver, to for my lodging, I beseech you venerable sir. Canst not see? Only a little glimmering, sir, the beams of your gentility have radiated, and infused light into my poor lanterns, sir. Can you feel then? Oh, sir, that faculty alone, fortune and nature have left inviolated. Here's somewhat for thee. What, can you see now? Gasparo, is it you? Pox on your benevolence. Whence came this project of wit? From the old predicament. Faith, necessity that has no Law, put me into this habit: my Master is turned coward, and ran away from me. And thou art turned Soldier, to fight with him when you meet again: than thou wantest a Master? hark sirrah, what sayest thou to another project? Oh, I could caper for't. I am now leaving the world, and going into the Country, wilt turn Gipsie, or Shepherd? I am for the woods, canst Madrigals yet? Phillis fair, do not disdain The love of Coridon thy Swain. Excellent I we'll turn Shepherds presently, thou shalt be Phillis, and I'll be Coridon: let me alone to provide Russets, Crook, and Tarbox: they say there's good hospitality in the Woods, and Songs and pastimes upon sylvan day. But that were pretty, shall I be a woman? By any means, thou hast a good face already, a little simpering will do it, I'll accommodate thee early, keep thy own counsel, and I'll warrant thee for a maid-marian. Foot! shall I run into my coats again? go to, put me into what shape you will, I'll play my part: methinks I do feel an hundred rural animals taking up my petticoat already. Pray forward with your relation. As I was saying, having challenged Antonio for the affront he did me before Hillaria, here by heaven, you must say nothing.
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I thinke Iupiter has snatch'd vp my Master Antonio, to make a Ganimede on him, hee is not to be found yet, I haue search 't all the Tauernes ith Towne, I am sure, and that method my nose led me to, hoping he had beene a good fellow, but, non est inuentus, well, my stocke is spent, but with this terrible face a buffe Ierkin, and a roaring basket-hilt, Gorgon will haue a tricke of wit to beare his owne charges: but here comes a Gentleman, to my postures now. I am resolu'd. Good your worship bestow a small piece of siluer vpon a poore Souldier, new-come out of the Low-Countries, that haue beene in many hot seruices, against the Spaniard, the French, and great Turke. I haue beene shot seuen times thorow the body, my eyes blowne vp with gun-powder, halfe my skull seard off with a Canon, and had my throat cut twice in the open field: good your worship take compassion vpon the caterwaking fortunes of a forlorne Gentleman, that haue lost the vse of my veines: good your generous nature take compassion vpon me, I haue but foure fingers and a thumbe vpon one hand: can worke, and woonnot: one small piece of gratefull siluer, to for my lodging, I beseech you venerable sir. Canst not see? Onely a little glimmering, sir, the beames of your gentility haue radiated, and infused light into my poore lanternes, sir. Can you feele then? Oh, sir, that faculty alone, fortune and nature haue left inuiolated. Heres somewhat for thee. What, can you see now? Gasparo, is it you? Pox on your beneuolence. Whence came this proiect of wit? From the old predicament. Faith, necessity that has no Law, put me into this habit: my Master is turn'd coward, and ran away from me. And thou art turn'd Souldier, to fight with him when you meet agen: then thou wantest a Master? harke sirra, what saiest thou to another proiect? Oh, I could caper for't. I am now leauing the world, and going into the Countrie, woot turne Gipsie, or Shepheard? I am for the woods, canst Madrigals yet? Phillis faire, doe not disdaeine The loue of Coridon thy Swaine. Excellent I weele turne Shepheards presently, thou shalt be Phillis, and Ile be Coridon: let me alone to prouide Russets, Crooke, and Tarbox: they say there's good hospitality in the Woods, and Songs and pastimes vpon Siluaum day. But that were pretty, shall I be a woman? By any meanes, thou hast a good face already, a little simpering will doe it, Ile accomodate thee early, keep thy owne counsell, and Ile warrant thee for a Maide-marrian. Foote! shall I runne into my coates agen? goe to, put me into what shape you will, Ile play my part: mee thinkes I doe feele an hundred rurall animals taking vp my petticoate already. Pray' forward with your relation. As I was saying, hauing challenged Antonio for the affront he did me before Hillaria, here by heauen, you must say nothing.