Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 11 (tospot, rees, ralph, soch, tout, oundes…). Matches are highlighted.
Court. I shall Sir. I have a suit to you Sir, and this it is. Why this is as it should be; now do I smell Cour tire already, I feel the Soldier steal out of me by degrees, for Soldier and Courtier can hardly dwell both together in one bosom. I have a kind of fawning humour creeping up on me as soon as I but look't into the Courtgate;
Full speech
Very good, I Like your demonstration well; but dost thou think your Organ of Rixam can compare with ours for all that? There's none dwells here; you may speak with the Master of the house if you will. Mine Host of the house, see where he marches. Ah well done Master, tickle them noble Captain. Yes if it please your Maidenship; my Master sends you word he is the old man, and his suit is the old suit still, and his clothes the old clothes: He scorns to be a change ling, or a shifter; he fears nothing but this, that he shall fallen into the Lord your father's hands for want of repara tions. I dare swear he is and honest man, but I dare not say he is a true man. I shall bear this with as good will as you would bear him, Utcung volumus. Come to the City, the Habberdasher will sooner call us block heads, than block us; come to the Sempsters, unless we will give them money, we cannot enter into their bans: though we have the Law of our sides, yet we may walk through Burchin-lane and be nonsuited: come bore foot to a Shoemaker, though he be a Constable, he will not put us into his Stocks; though the Girdler be my brother, yet he will not let his leather embrace me; come to the Glover, his gloves are either so little that I cannot pluck them on, or so great that I cannot compass. And for the Camp, there's honour cut out of the whole piece, but not a rag of more ney. Nay I warrant her, wenches can afford her that at all times. Marry I would after my Master. Ey that he is able to keep a man, and himself too. Then shall I not go in? No? what remedy? would, would; he that rings at a door with such a Bell, and cannot enter? Well, if there be no remedy, I'll even stay without. I cannot blame you to forget me, for I think this be the first time of ur meeting. Speak, shall you and condog together? I'll pay you to a hair. No, no; I will not salute you after the Italian fa shion: I'll enter before. Go you then with your pair of Whores, I'll go with this old skuller that first plied me. I'll see what I shall have first for my money by your favour. See Sir, yonder are my old fellows, Match and Touch box; I do not think but they come to offer their service to you. God-a-mercy horse, you shall not stand to my li very. Corporal, you see this Livery? if you had stay, worser by it, we had been both cut out of a piece: Match, if you had not left us, you had been one of this guard: Go, away, betake you to the end of the Town; let me find you be tween Woods close-stile and Iflington, with will it please your Worship to bestow the price of two Cannae upon a poor soldier, that hath served in the face of the Sultan, and so forth, Apage, away, I scorn to be fellow to any that will leave their Master's in adversity: if he entertain you, he shall turn away me, that's certain. Lo, I have taught him his lesson already; I knew where I should have you? Here comes a Lord. So should all that keep Ordinaries, bid their guests farewell, though their entertainment be never so ill. Well sir, I take you but for and ordinary fellow, and so I leave you. Master, who will not say that you are a brave fellow, and a most noble Captain, that with a word or two can discom fit and Host. It soemes thou hast not been in the Wars my Friend, but art new come up to London. But first show me your case in which you carry your two pair of Organs, sure those flops will not hold them: but in the mean time walk with me to the next read Lettice, and I will give thee two Cannae, and wet thine Organ-pipes well I warrant thee. The very noise of that Horn hath frighted my courtesy, but all's one, farewell for this time, and at our next meeting ten to one I will be as good as my word. That was out of my Commission Lady, Gold tempts, I have commandment not to touch it; it's another thing he aims at: it is a thing, but I know not what man ner of thing; but something it is, and he vows not to shift a shirt till he be further resolved: he only sends you Come mendations, and withal to know if you would stand to your word. We want Madam? you are deceived, we have store, of rags; plenty, of tatters; abo ndance, of jagges; huge rends, witness our breeches; ground enough to come manned, for we can walk where we will, none will bid us to Dinner; houses rent-free, and goodly ones to choose where we will; the Martialsie, the Counter, Newgate, Bridewell; and would a man desire to dwell in stronger buil dings? and can you say that we are in want? No Lady, my Captain wants nothing but your love, and that he intreats you to send by me the bearer. No; for he hath sworn to steal you away, and thus I prove it: if he steal you away, I am sure you will not go naked; he cannot steal you, but he must steal the clothes you have on; and he that steals apparel, what is he but a Thief? and he that is a Thief cannot be a true man Ergo. Pray Master if you go to a house of good fell lowship, give me something to spend upon my Cockatrice; if I have nothing about me, I shall never get in. Nothing as they say, but a congratulation for our first acquaintance. I have it here old bully bottom, I have it here. That you shall never by thrusting them out of doors. Why Sir, shall I have no sport for my money, but even a snatch and away? Then Lord have mercy upon us: where have we been? I cannot tell that Sir; but we have had whole chest-fulls of writings brought home to our house. But how came you by all this money to buy these new suits? methinks we are not the men we were. Master, who's here? mine Host of the Ordinary? With all my heart good Corporal, but it had not been amiss, if we had gone to Burchen-lane first to have sui ted us: and yet it is a credit for a man of the word to go threadbare, because by his apparel he may be taken to be and old Soldier. Can ̄ not all your worships credit afford you a new suit? And as I am true Cock, so will I crow at thy sir vice, wait on thee with a comb for thy head, with fire to thy Piece, with water to thy hands, and be cock sure in a nigh employment whatsoever. Here noble Captain. I leave you? who I? for a little diversity, for a wet storm? no Sir, though your outsides fallaway, I'll cleave as close to you as your linings. Why may not a poor man have as good eyes as a neither? their ears indeed may be larger than mine, but I can see as far without spectacles as the best Lord in the land. I warrant if I should look Like and Ass, They would take me for one too. There's no question of that; for they say, they will hold out better: But Sir, if we be no better habited, I make a question how we shall get in at the Courtgate; for I'll assure you your fashion is not in request at the Court. I shall Sir. I have a suit to you Sir, and this it is. Why this is as it should be; now do I smell Cour tire already, I feel the Soldier steal out of me by degrees, for Soldier and Courtier can hardly dwell both together in one bosom. I have a kind of fawning humour creeping up on me as soon as I but look't into the Courtgate; and now could I take a bribe, if any would be so foolish to gee't me. Now farewell Gunpowder, I must change thee into Dam mask-powder; for if I offer but to smell Like a soldier, the Courtiers will stop their noses when they pass by me. My ask I must change to a Cap and a Feather, my Bandilee ro to a Scarf to hang my Sword in, and indeed, fashion my self wholly to the humours of the time. My Piece I must altar to a Poynado, and my Pike to a Pickadevant: only this is my comfort, that our provant will be better here in the Court than in the Camp: there we did use to lie hard, and seldom: here I must practice to lie extremely, and often: But whilst I am trifling here, I shall lose the fight of the Solemnity: The Prince is married, and the Mar tiall's married, and my Master's married, there will be simple doings at night. Well, I must hence, for I believe, the King, the Queen, and the rest of the Lords will use this place for their revels. Dixi. Overy easily; stand with thy face that way, and follow thy nose, and thou wilt be there presently. But dost thou hear Brittan, take my word, our Organ of Powles is much bigger and better than yours of Rixam, by as much as Powles Church is bigger and better than Saint Pancridge. But who comes yonder, my Match? I am glad I have met thee. I'll march where my Captain leads, were't into the Presence of the great Termagant. Well said Mistress. Here's a short horse soon curried.
Plot summary
Plot — The Royal King and the Loyal Subject
The King of England returns home from a crusade, where his life was saved in battle by the Marshal. He rewards the Marshal with eminence, which makes the other lords jealous. At a hunt, the King’s horse loses a shoe; the Marshal gives him the shoes off his own horse. He also magnanimously allows the Prince to beat him in a tournament. The envious lords try to persuade the King that the Marshal’s humility is a cloak for pride and ambition, and that he wishes to be greater than the King himself in his magnanimity. The King resolves to test the Marshal, and treats him badly at a public feast: he is dismissed from office and his job is handed over to his greatest enemy, Chester; then he is told to leave the court altogether. He retires to the country, but the King orders him to send his favourite daughter to court for some sexual purpose. The Marshal sends his elder daughter, Isabella, subject to the condition that the King should return her if he dislikes her; and gives her instructions that she should conceal any pregnancy and constantly tell the King that her sister is better looking. The King makes Isabella his Queen, and, unbidden, the Marshal sends a generous dowry. She becomes pregnant, but does as her father instructs; she also tells her husband of her sister Katherine’s superior beauty. Affronted, the King sends her home along with the dowry and orders the Marshal to send Katherine. The Marshal claims that Katherine is ill and unable to travel, but promises to send her when she is better. He does more than that: he sends back both daughters with the dowry doubled, continuing to outdo the King in magnanimity. The Prince is allowed to marry Katherine. The Marshal asks leave to return to court with a rich gift for the King, which turns out to be his new-born son by Isabella. The King tries to trump even this by giving the Marshal a new wife, the Princess. At the wedding, however, the Marshal seems discontented: he is worried that his fortunes depend on the pleasure of his new wife. He refuses a dowry, saying that the ===== PAGE 305 ===== 1606 Princess is treasure enough in herself. The envious Chester encourages the King to take offence, and the Marshal is summoned from his bed, tried, and sentenced to death. He accepts his fate with dignity, but his and the King’s children all plead for his life. The King declares that the Marshal’s loyalty has been thoroughly tested and proven. He is restored to office, and Chester disgraced. In the sub-plot, Captain…