Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
My share Sr. there's enough for both. Go on than, Speak all thou canst: me thinks, the ordinaries Should help them much. Sir, they have ordinaries, And extraordinaries, as many changes, And variations, as there are points i'the compass. But the 4. Cardinal Quarters— I, those Thom— The Court, Sir, Paul's, Exchange, and Westminster-hall. Who is the Chief? which hath precedence? The governor o'the Staple, Master Cymbal. He is the Chief; and after him the Emissaries: First Emissary Court, one Master Fitton, He's a jeerer too. What's that? A Wit. Or halfe a Wit, some of them are Half-wits, Two to a Wit, there are a set of 'hem. Than Master Ambler, Emissary Paul's, A fine paced gentleman, as you shall see, walk The middle I'll: And than my Froy Hans Buz, A Dutchman; he's Emissary Exchange. I had thought Mr. Burst the Merchant had had it. Not, He has a rapture, he has sprung a leak, Emissary Westminster's undisposed of yet; Than the Examiner, Register, and two Clerks, They manage all at home, and sort, and file, And seal the news, and issue them. Thom, dear Thom. What may my means do for thee, ask, and have it, I'd feign be doing some good. It is my birthday. And I'd do it betimes, I feel a grudging Of bounty, and I would not long lie fallow. I pray thee think, and speak, or wish for something. I would I had but one o' the Clerk's places, in'is News Office,. Thou shalt have it, Thom, If silver, or gold will fetch it; what's the rate? At what is't set i'the Mercat? Fifty pound, Sir. An't were a hundred, Thom, thou shalt not want it. O Noble Master! How now Aesop's Ass! Because I play with Thom, must I needs run Into your rude embraces? stand you still, Sir; Clowns fawn, are a horses salutations. How dost thou like my suit, Thom? Mr Fashioner Has hit your measures, Sir, h'has moulded you, And made you, as they say. Not, no, not I, I am an Ass, old Aesop's Ass. Nay, Fashioner, I can do thee a good turn too, be not musty, Though thou hast moulded me, as little Thom says, (I think thou hast put me in mouldy pockets.) As good, Right Spanish perfume, the Lady Estifania's, They cost twelve pound a pair. Thy bill will say so. I pray thee tell me, Fashioner, what Authors Thou readest to help thy invention? Italian prints? Or Arras hang? They are Tailors Libraries. I scorn such helps. O, though thou art a silkworm! And dealest in satins and velvets, and rich plushes, Thou canst not spin all forms out of thyself; They are quite other things: I think this suit Has made me wittier, than I was.
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My ſhare Sr. there's enough for both. Goe on then, Speake all thou canſt: me thinkes, the ordinaries Should helpe them much. Sir, they haue ordinaries, And extraordinaries, as many changes, And variations, as there are points i'the compaſſe. But the 4. Cardinall Quarters— I, thoſe Thom— The Court, Sir, Pauls, Exchange, and Weſtminſter-hall. Who is the Chiefe? which hath preceedencie? The gouernour o'the Staple, Maſter Cymball. He is the Chiefe; and after him the Emiſſaries: Firſt Emiſſary Court, one Maſter Fitton, He's a Ieerer too. What's that? A Wit. Or halfe a Wit, ſome of them are Halfe-wits, Two to a Wit, there are a ſet of 'hem. Then Maſter Ambler, Emiſſary Paules, A fine pac'd gentleman, as you ſhall ſee, walke The middle Ile: And then my Froy Hans Buz, A Dutch-man; he's Emiſſary Exhange. I had thought Mr. Burſt the Marchant had had it. No, He has a rupture, hee has ſprung a leake, Emiſſarie Weſtminſter's vndiſpos'd of yet; Then the Examiner, Regiſter, and two Clerkes, They mannage all at home, and ſort, and file, And ſeale the newes, and iſſue them. Thom, deare Thom. What may my means doe for thee, aske, and haue it, I'd faine be doing ſome good. It is my birth-day. And I'd doe it betimes, I feele a grudging Of bounty, and I would not long lye fallow. I pray thee thinke, and ſpeake, or wiſh for ſomething. I would I had but one o' the Clerkes places, I'this Newes Office,. Thou ſhalt haue it, Thom, If ſiluer, or gold will fetch it; what's the rate? At what is't ſet i'the Mercat? Fiftie pound, Sir. An't were a hundred, Thom, thou ſhalt not want it. O Noble Maſter! How now Aeſops Aſſe! Becauſe I play with Thom, muſt I needes runne Into your rude embraces? ſtand you ſtill, Sir; Clownes fawnings, are a horſes ſalutations. How do'ſt thou like my ſuite, Thom? Mr Faſhioner Has hit your meaſures, Sir, h'has moulded you, And made you, as they ſay. No, no, not I, I am an Aſſe, old Aeſops Aſſe. Nay, Faſhioner, I can doe thee a good turne too, be not muſty, Though thou haſt moulded me, as little Thom ſayes, (I thinke thou haſt put me in mouldy pockets.) As good, Right Spaniſh perfume, the Lady Eſtifania's, They coſt twelue pound a payre. Thy bill will ſay ſo. I pray thee tell me, Faſhioner, what Authors Thou read'ſt to helpe thy inuention? Italian prints? Or Arras hangings? They are Taylors Libraries. I ſcorne ſuch helps. O, though thou art a ſilk-worme! And deal'ſt in ſattins and veluets, and rich pluſhes, Thou canſt not ſpin all formes out of thy ſelfe; They are quite other things: I thinke this ſuite Has made me wittier, then I was.