Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Look your addresses, than, be fair and fit, And entertain her, and her creatures, too, With all the migniardise, and acquaint Caresses, You can put on 'hem. Thou seem'st, by thy language, Not less a Courtier, than a man o' Law. I must embrace thee. Tut, I am Vertumnus, On every change, or chance, upon occasion, A true Chameleon, I can colour for't. I move upon my axle, like a turnpike. Fit my face to the parties, and become Straight, one of them. Sirs, up, into your Desks, And spread the rolls upon the Table, so. Is the Examiner set? Yes, Sir. Ambler, and Buz, Are both abroad, now. we'll sustain their parts. No matter, let them ply the affairs without, Let us alone within, I like that well. On with the cloak, and you with the Staple gown, And keep your state, stoop only to the Infanta; We'll have a flight at Mortgage, Statute, Band, And hard, but we'll bring Wax unto the retrieve: Each know his several province, and discharge it. I do admire this nimble engine, Picklock. Cousin, What did I say? You have rectified my error! BY your leave, Gentlemen, what news? good, good still? I' your new Office? Princess, here's the Staple! This is the Governor, kiss him, noble Princess, For my sake. Thom, how is it honest Thom? How does thy place, and thou? my Creature, Princess? This is my Creature, give him your hand to kiss, He was my Barber, now he writes Clericus! I bought this place for him, and gave it him. He should have spoke of that, Sir, and not you: Two do not do one Office well. 'Tis true, But I am loath to loose my courtesies. So are all they, that do them, to vain ends, And yet you do loose, when you pay you selves. Not more o' your sentences, Canter, they are stolen, We come for news, remember where you are. I pray thee let my Princess hear some news, Good Master Cymbal. What news would she hear? Or of what kind, Sir? Any, any kind. So it be news, the newest that thou hast, Some news of State, for a Princess. Read from Rome, there. They writ, the King of Spain is chosen Pope. How? And Emperor too, the thirtieth of February. Is the Emperor dead? Not, but he has resigned, And trails a pike now, under Tilly. For penance. These will beget strange turns in Christendom! And Spinola is made General of the Iesuits. Stranger! Sir, all are alike true, and certain. All the pretence to the fifth Monarchy, Was held but vain, until the ecclesiastic, And secular powers, were united, thus, Both in one person. IT has been long the aim Of the house of Austria. See but Maximilian. His letters to the Baron of Bouttersheim, Or Scheiter-huyssen. Not, of Liechtenstein, Lord Paul, I think.
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Looke your addreſſes, then, be faire and fit, And entertaine her, and her creatures, too, With all the migniardiſe, and quaint Careſſes, You can put on 'hem. Thou ſeem'ſt, by thy language, No leſſe a Courtier, then a man o' Law. I muſt embrace thee. Tut, I am Vertumnus, On euery change, or chance, vpon occaſion, A true Chamaelion, I can colour for't. I moue vpon my axell, like a turne-pike. Fit my face to the parties, and become Streight, one of them. Sirs, vp, into your Desks, And ſpread the rolls vpon the Table, ſo. Is the Examiner ſet? Yes, Sir. Ambler, and Buz, Are both abroad, now. Wee'll ſuſtaine their parts. No matter, let them ply the affayres without, Let vs alone within, I like that well. On with the cloake, and you with the Staple gowne, And keep your ſtate, ſtoupe only to the Infanta; We'll haue a flight at Mortgage, Statute, Band, And hard, but we'll bring Wax vnto the retriue: Each know his ſeuerall prouince, and diſcharge it. I do admire this nimble ingine, Picklock. Cuz, What did I ſay? You haue rectified my errour! BY your leaue, Gentlemen, what newes? good, good ſtill? I' your new Office? Princeſſe, here's the Staple! This is the Gouernor, kiſſe him, noble Princeſſe, For my ſake. Thom, how is it honeſt Thom? How does thy place, and thou? my Creature, Princeſſe? This is my Creature, giue him your hand to kiſſe, He was my Barber, now he writes Clericus! I bought this place for him, and gaue it him. He ſhould haue ſpoke of that, Sir, and not you: Two doe not doe one Office well. 'Tis true, But I am loth to loſe my curteſies. So are all they, that doe them, to vaine ends, And yet you do loſe, when you pay you ſelues. No more o' your ſentences, Canter, they are ſtale, We come for newes, remember where you are. I pray thee let my Princeſſe heare ſome newes, Good Maſter Cymbal. What newes would ſhe heare? Or of what kind, Sir? Any, any kind. So it be newes, the neweſt that thou haſt, Some newes of State, for a Princeſſe. Read from Rome, there. They write, the King of Spaine is choſen Pope. How? And Emperor too, the thirtieth of February. Is the Emperor dead? No, but he has reſign'd, And trailes a pike now, vnder Tilly. For pennance. Theſe will beget ſtrange turnes in Chriſtendome! And Spinola is made Generall of the Ieſuits. Stranger! Sir, all are alike true, and certaine. All the pretence to the fifth Monarchy, Was held but vaine, vntill the eccleſiaſtique, And ſecular powers, were vnited, thus, Both in one perſon. 'T has bin long the ayme Of the houſe of Auſtria. See but Maximilian. His letters to the Baron of Boutterſheim, Or Scheiter-huyſſen. No, of Liechtenſtein, Lord Paul, I thinke.