Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.65 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Sir, here is one will prove himself so, straight, So shall the rest, in time. My Pedigree? I tell you, friend, he must be a good Scholar, Can my descent. I am of Princely race, And as good blood, as any is i'the mines, Runs through my veins. I am, every limb, a Princess! Duchess O' mines, was my great Grandmother. And by the Father's side, I come from Sol. My Grandfather was Duke of Or, and matched In the blood-royal of Ophir. Here's his Coat. I know it, if I hear the Blazon. He bears In a field Azure, a Sun proper, beamy, Twelve of the second. How far's this from canting? Her Grace doth understand ti. She can cant, Sr▪ What be these? Besants? Yes, an't please your Grace. That is our Coat too, as we come from Or. What line's this? The rich mines of Potosi. The Spanish mines i'the West-indieses. This? The mines o' Hungary, this of Barbary. But this, this little branch. The Welsh-mine that. I ha' Welsh-blood in me too, blaze, Sir, that Coat. She bears (an't please you) Argent, three leeks vert In Canton Or, and tasseled of the first. Is not this canting? do you understand him? Not I, but it sounds well, and the whole thing▪ Is rarely painted, I will have such a scroll, What ere it cost me. Well, at better leisure, We'll take a view of it, and so reward you. Kiss him, sweet Princess, and style him a Cousin. I will, if you will have it. Cousin Pied-mantle. I love all men of virtue, from my Princess, Unto my beggar, here, old Canter, on, On to thy proof, whom prove you the next Canter? The Doctor here, I will proceed with the learned. When he discourseth of dissection, Or any point of Anatomy: that he tells you, Of Vena cava, and of vena porta, The Mesenterics, and the Mesenterium. What does he else but cant? Or if he run To his judicial Astrology, And troll the Trine, the Quartile and the Sextile, Platic aspect, and Partile, with his Hyleg Or Alchochoden, Cusps, and Horoscope. Does not he cant? Who here does understand him? This is no Canter, though! Or when my Master-Master Talks of his Tactics, and his Ranks, and Files; His Bringers up, his Leaders on, and cries, Faces about to the right hand, the left, Now, as you were: than tells you of Redoubts, Of Cats, and Cortines. Doth not he cant? Yes,' faith. My Egg-chinned Laureate, here, when he comes forth With Dimeters, and Trimeters, Tetrameters, Pentameters, Hexameters, Catalectics, His Hyper, and his Brachy-catalectics, His Pyrrhics, Epitrites, and Choriambics. What is all this, but canting? A rare fellow! Some begging Scholar! A decayed Doctor at lest! Nay, I do cherish virtue, though in rags. And you, Mass Courtier. Now he treats of you, Stand forth to him, fair.
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Sir, here is one will proue himſelfe ſo, ſtreight, So ſhall the reſt, in time. My Pedigree? I tell you, friend, he muſt be a good Scholler, Can my diſcent. I am of Princely race, And as good blood, as any is i'the mines, Runnes through my veines. I am, euery limb, a Princeſſe! Dutcheſſe O' mynes, was my great Grandmother. And by the Fathers ſide, I come from Sol. My Grand-father was Duke of Or, and match'd In the blood-royall of Ophyr. Here's his Coat. I know it, if I heare the Blazon. He beares In a field Azure, a Sunne proper, beamy, Twelue of the ſecond. How farr's this from canting? Her Grace doth vnderſtand ti. She can cant, Sr ▪ What be theſe? Beſants? Yes, an't pleaſe your Grace. That is our Coat too, as we come from Or. What line's this? The rich mynes of Potoſi. The Spaniſh mynes i'the Weſt-Indies. This? The mynes o' Hungary, this of Barbary. But this, this little branch. The Welſh-myne that. I ha' Welſh-blood in me too, blaze, Sir, that Coat. She beares (an't pleaſe you) Argent, three leekes vert In Canton Or, and taſſel'd of the firſt. Is not this canting? doe you vnderſtand him? Not I, but it ſounds well, and the whole thing▪ Is rarely painted, I will haue ſuch a ſcrowle, What ere it coſt me. VVell, at better leaſure, We'll take a view of it, and ſo reward you. Kiſſe him, ſweet Princeſſe, and ſtile him a Couſin. I will, if you will haue it. Couſin Pyed-mantle. I loue all men of vertue, from my Princeſſe, Vnto my begger, here, old Canter, on, On to thy proofe, whom proue you the next Canter? The Doctor here, I will proceed with the learned. VVhen he diſcourſeth of diſſection, Or any point of Anatomy: that hee tells you, Of Vena caua, and of vena porta, The Meſeraicks, and the Meſenterium. VVhat does hee elſe but cant? Or if he runne To his Iudiciall Aſtrologie, And trowle the Trine, the Quartile and the Sextile, Platicke aſpect, and Partile, with his Hyleg Or Alchochoden, Cuſpes, and Horroſcope. Does not he cant? VVho here does vnderſtand him? This is no Canter, tho! Or when my Maſter-Maſter Talkes of his Tacticks, and his Rankes, and Files; His Bringers vp, his Leaders on, and cries, Faces about to the right hand, the left, Now, as you were: then tells you of Redoubts, Of Cats, and Cortines. Doth not he cant? Yes, 'faith. My Eg-chind Laureat, here, when he comes forth With Dimeters, and Trimeters, Tetrameters, Pentameters, Hexameters, Catalecticks, His Hyper, and his Brachy-Catalecticks, His Pyrrhichs, Epitrites, and Choriambicks. What is all this, but canting? A rare fellow! Some begging Scholler! A decay'd Doctor at leaſt! Nay, I doe cheriſh vertue, though in rags. And you, Mas Courtier. Now he treats of you, Stand forth to him, faire.