Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
A Sovereign Lady. Thou shalt be the Bird To Sovereign Pru, Queen of our sports, her Fly, The Fly in household, and in ordinary; Bird of her care, and she shall wear thee there! A Fly of gold, enameled, and a school-fly. The school, then are my stables, or the cellar, Where he doth study, deeply, at his hours, Cases of cups, I do not know how spiced With conscience, for the Tapster, and the ostler: as Whose horses may be cozened? or what jugs filled up with froth? that is his way of learning, What antiquated Father's that, that talks? The worshipful host, my patron, Mr. Goodstock: A merry Greek, and cants in Latin, comely. Spins like the parish top. I'll set him up, then. Art thou the Dominus? Factotum here, Sir. Host real o'the house? and Cap of Maintenance? The Lord o'the light Heart, Sir, Cap a pie; Whereof the Feather is the Emblem, Colonel, Put up, with the Ace of Hearts! But why in Cuerpo? I hate to see an host, and old, in Cuerpo. Cuerpo? what's that? Light, skipping hose and doublet, The horse boys garb! poor blank, and half blank Cuerpo, They relish not the gravity of an host, Who should be King at Arms, and ceremonies, In his own house! know all, to the goldweights. Why that his Fly doth for him here, your Bird. But I would do it myself, were I my Host, I would not speak unto a Cook of quality, Your Lordship's footman, or my Lady's Trundle, In Cuerpo! If a Dog but stayed below That were a dog of fashion, and well nosed, And could present himself; I would put on The Savoy chain about my neck; the ruff; And cuffs of Flanders; then the Naples hat; With the Rome hatband; and the Florentine Agate; The Milan sword; the cloak of Genoa; set With Brabant buttons; all my given pieces: Except my gloves, the natives of Madrid, To entertain him in! and compliment With a tame coney, as with a Prince that sent it. The same deeds, though, become not every man, That fits a Colonel, will not fit an host, Your Spanish host is never seen in Cuerpo, Without his Paramento's cloak, & sword. Sir he has the father Of swords, within a long sword; Blade cornish styled Of Sir Rud Hughdibras. And with a long sword, bully bird? thy sense? To note him a tall-man, and a Master offence: But doth he teach the Spanish way of Don Lewis? No, the Greek Master he. what call you him? Euclid. Fart upon Euclid, he is stale, & antique, Gi'me the moderns. Sir he minds no moderns, Go by, Hieronymo! What was he? The Italian, That played with Abbot Antony, i'the Friars, And Blinkin-sops the bold. I marry, those, Had fencing names, what's become o'them? They had their times, and we can say, they were So had Caranza-his: so had Don Lewis.
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A Sou'raigne Lady. Thou shalt be the Bird To Soueraigne Pru, Queene of our sports, her Fly, The Fly in houshold, and in ordinary; Bird of her care, and she shall weare thee there! A Fly of gold, enamel'd, and a schoole-Fly. The schoole, then are my stables, or the cellar, VVhere he doth study, deepely, at his houres, Cases of cups, I doe not know how spic'd VVith conscience, for the Tapster, and the Hostler: as VVhose horses may be cossen'd? or what Iugs Fil'd vp with froth? that is his way of learning, VVhat antiquated Fther's that, that talkes? The worshipfull host, my atron, Mr. Good-stock: A merry Greke, and cants in Latine, comely. Spins like the parish top. I'le set him vp, then. Art thou the Dominus? Fac-totum here, Sir. Host reall o'the house? and Cap of Maintenance? The Lord o'the light Heart, Sir, Cap a pie; VVhereof the Fether is the Embleme, Colonel, Put vp, with the Ace of Hearts! But why in Cuerpo? I hate to see an host, and old, in Cuerpo. Cuerpo? what's that? Light, skipping hose and doublet, The horse boyes garbe! poore blank, and halfe blank Cuerpo, They relish not the grauity of an host, VVho should be King at Armes, and ceremonies, In his owne house! know all, to the goldweights. VVhy that his Fly doth for him here, your Bird. But I would doe it my selfe, were I my Host, I would not speake vnto a Cooke of quality, Your Lordships footman, or my Ladies Trundle, In Cuerpo! If a Dog but stay'd below That were a dog of fashion, and well nos'd, And could present himselfe; I would put on The Savoy chaine about my neck; the ruffe; And cuffes of Flanders; then the Naples hat; VVith the Rome hatband; and the Florentine Agate; The Millan sword; the cloake of Genoa; set With Brabant buttons; all my giuen pieces: Except my gloues, the natiues of Madrid, To entertaine him in! and complement With a tame cony, as with a Prince that sent it. The same deeds, though, become not euery man, That fits a Colonel, will not fit an host, Your Spanish host is neuer seen in Cuerpo, Without his Paramento's cloake, & sword. Sir he has the father Of swords, within a long sword; Blade cornish stil'd Of Sir Rud Hughdibras. And with a long sword, bully bird? thy sence? To note him a tall-man, and a Master offence: But doth he teach the Spanish way of Don Lewis? No, the Greeke Master he. what cal you him? Euclide. Fart vpon Euclide, he is stale, & antique, Gi'me the modernes. Sir he minds no modernes, Go by, Hieronymo! What was he? The Italian, That plaid with Abbot Antony, i'the Friars, And Blinkin-sops the bold. I mary, those, Had fencing names, what's become o'them? They had their times, and we can say, they were So had Caranza-his: so had Don Lewis.