Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 21 (gar, shillings, alii, yongrave, ogenes, nat…). Matches are highlighted.
The gilded Spur and all: would I were hanged, but it's exceeding good. Say you? I'll try what that will do, if you please. Yes sir: and I could study to get forty shillings more now: well, I will put my self into the Fashion, as far as this will go presently. Fungoso sir. I am her brother Sir. What's Master Fastidius gone, Sister?
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By Jesu, it's a very fine suit of clothes. Troth we hear none: in good faith I was never so pleased with a fashion days of my life; Oh ( and I might have but my wish) I'd ask no more of God no but such a Suit, such a Hat, such a Band, such a Doublet, such a Hose, such a Boot, and such a— Here's such a world of question with him now: Yes, I think there be such a thing, I saw the picture: would he would once be satisfied. Let me see, the Doublet, say fifty shil lings the Doublet, & between three or four pound the Hose; then Boots, the Hat, and Band: some ten or eleven pound would do it all, and suit me for the heavens. Gods 'slid, and I could compass it, 'twere rare: hark you Uncle. Faith Uncle, I'd have desired you to have made a more cion for me to my father in a thing, that; walk aside and I'll tell you sir, no more but this: there's a parcel of Law books, (some twenty pounds worth) that lie in a place for little more than half the money they cost; and I think for some twelve pound or twenty mark, I could go near to redeem them: there's Plowden, Diar, Brook, and Fitz-Herbert; diverse such as I must have ere long: and you know I were as good save five or six pound as not, Uncle: I pray you move it for me. Oh I, I pray you good Uncle: God send me good luck; Lord (an't be thy will) prosper it: Oh Jesu; now, now, if it take (Oh Christ) I am made for ever. I, I have seen this Gentleman there, often. God save you Brother, and Sister, God save you sir; I have commendations for you out i'the country: (I wonder they take no knowledge of my Suit:) mine Uncle Soghardo is in town; Sister, me thinks you are Melancholy: why are you so sad? I think you took me for Master Fastidius Brisk (Sister) did you not? Nay nothing, I was lately in Master Fastidius his come pany, and me thinks we are very Like. Faith good enough to ride in Brother, I made it to ride in. I warrant you, let me alone. I'll put her out of her dumps. Sister, how Like you my suit? Faith, how Like you the fashion? it's the last Edition I assure you. Troth sister, I was feign to borrow these Spurs, I have left my gown in gage for them, pray you lend me and angel. Good truth I'll pay you again at my next exhibiti or: I had but bore ten pound of my father, and it would not reach to put me wholly into the fashion. I had Spurs of mine own before, but they were no Ginglers. Monsieur Fastidius will be here anon Sister. Never lend me penny more (while you live then) and that I'd be loath to say, in truth. Yesterday, I came acquainted with him at Sir Puntar olo's: nay sweet Sister. Oh God Sister. How? a new suit? Ay me. 'Slid all this money is cast away now. 'Tis but my hard fortune: well, I'll have my suit cham ̄ g'd, I'll go fetch my tailor presently, but first I'll devise a letter to my father. have you any pen and ink Sister? I would use it. 'Slight and it had come but four days sooner the Fashion. is here, look you sir, that's the Gentleman: Do you mark how it hangs at the knee there? For Gods sake do, note all: do you see the Collar sir I, go with me to my chamber you shall have it, but make hast of it, for the love of Christ, for I'll fit my old suit, or else lie a bed and read the Arcadia, till you have done. Faith, I cannot tell Sister, but if a man had any true Melancholy in him, it would make him melancholy, to see his yeomanly father cut his neighbours throats to make his son a Gentleman: and yet when he has cut them, he will see his sons throat cut too, ere he make him a true Gentle man indeed, before Death cut his own throat I must be the first Head of our house, and yet he will not give me the head, till I be made so. Is any man termed a Gentleman that is not always i'the fashion? I would know but that. But a while since Sister, I think, I know not well in truth. By Gods lid I could sighed with all my heart me thinks. I sent him a letter, and he writes me no answer neither. Let me see; these four Angels: and then forty shil lings more I can borrow on my Gown in Fetter-lane: well, I will go presently, say on my Suit, pay as much money as I have, and swear my self into Credit with my Taylor for the rest. Gramercy good Shoemaker, I'll put too strings my self. Now Sir, let me see, what must you have for this Hat? How dost become me, well? Do's it apply well to my suit? How likest thou my suit Haberdasher? Here Haberdasher tell this same. Nay (believe me) I think I have as good a body in clothes as another. I'll have points anon: how now? is't right? Farewell good Haberdasher, well now master Smp let me see your bill. This Bill is very reasonable in faith, hark you mai ster Snip. Troth sir I am not altogether so well furnished at this present, as I could wish I were: but—If you'll do me the fa vour to take partly in hand, you shall have all I have by Jesu. And but give me credit for the rest, till the begin ning of the next Term. Before God and by this light I'll pay you to the ut most, and acknowledge my self very deeply engaged to you by this hand. Marry I have here four Angels, and fifteen shil lings of White money, it's all I have as'hope to be saved. No and I do, pray God I be hanged. Let me never breath again upon this mortal Stage, as the Philosopher calls it. By this air, and (as I am a Gentleman) I'll hold. I sir, and I give you thanks in good faith, Oh God how happy am I made in this good fortune. Well, now I'll go seek out Mounsieur Brisk. Gods so, I have forgotten Ribbon for my shoes; and points. 'Slid what luck's this? how shall I do? Master Snip, pray let me reduct some two or three shil lings for points and Ribbon, by Jesu I have utterly disfurnished my self in the default of memory, pray, let me be beholding to you, it shall come home i'the bill believe me. What you shall think meet i'your judgement Sir to my suit. And points too sir? Good Lord how shall I study to deserve this kindness of you sir. Pray let your youth make hast, for I should have done a business and hour since, that I doubt I shall come too late. Now in good truth I am exceeding proud of my foot. Another Suit! By Gods lid I think no man in Christendom has that rescally fortune that I have. Indeed I think I have seen your Ladyship at our Re uels. She's out of her Humour i'faith. Oh sir Puntarvolo, your Dog lies giving up the ghost in the woodyard. Oh no, that comes too late. I hope all be quiet now; if I can get but forth of this street, I care not. Master's, I pray you tell me, is the Constable gone? I pay? 'Slight, I eat not a bit since I came into the house yet. Bespoken? not by me, I hope? Nay, if you will grow to extremities, my Master's, then would this Pot, Cup, and all were in my belly, if I have a cross about me. By Jesu the Tailor had all my money this morning, and yet I must be feign to altar my Suit too: good sirs, let me go, it's Friday night; and in good truth I have no stomach in the world to eat any thing. Pay? Gods light, with what conscience can you ask me to pay that I never drank for? By this Cup (which is silver ) but you did not, you do me infinite wrong, I look't in the pot once indeed, but I did not drink. I will study to deserve it in good truth, and I live. Let me have a Capons leg saved, now the reckoning is paid. I will Brother. Nay I am out of those Humours now. I mar'le what it might stand him in? Before God it's and excellent S to, and as neatly becomes him. What said you Uncle? Marry yesternight I supped there. That kind of Boot does very rare too. The gilded Spur and all: would I were hanged, but it's exceeding good. Say you? I'll try what that will do, if you please. Yes sir: and I could study to get forty shillings more now: well, I will put my self into the Fashion, as far as this will go presently. Fungoso sir. I am her brother Sir. What's Master Fastidius gone, Sister? Gods me, what luck's this? I have fetched my Tay lor and all: which way went he Sister? can you tell? How long is't since he went? Oh, for Gods sake (I'll please you for your pains:) but even now, say you? Come good sir: 'Slid I had forgotten it too: Sister, if any body ask for mine Uncle Sogliardo, they shall have him at the Heralds Office yonder by Pauls. I, he sir, though his Suit blush, he blushes not: look you, that's the Suit sir: I would have mine, such a Suit without diffe re ̄ ce, such Stuff, such a Wing, such a Sleeve, such a Skirt, Belly & all; therefore, pray you observe it. Have you a pair of Tables? Pray God it do not, you'll make these linings serve? & help me to a Chapman for the outside, will you? I am not melancholy I thank you Sister. Uncle, God save you; did you see a Gentleman, one Monsieur Brisk? a Courtier, he goes in such a Suit as I do. I am not well Sir. Nay, not for that I protest; but I had and errand to Mon sieur Fastidius, and I have forgotten it. Is this the way? good truth here be fine hangings. No in truth (sweet Lady) I believe you cannot. Good sadness, I wonder at it. By Gods will this Suit frets me at the Soul. I'll have it altered to morrow sure. Was't not a good devise the same of me Sirs? Oh God I: good sirs look and the coast be clear, I'd feign be going. My company? 'Slid I was and invited guest, so I was.
Plot summary
Plot — Every Man Out of His Humor
Cordatus and Mitis are brought by Asper to watch a satirical play, in which he is to be an actor, playing malicious Macilente. They keep up a running commentary between, and sometimes during, the scenes. Each character in the play has a ‘humour’ or obsession to be purged. Sogliardo wants to be a gentleman: he takes instruction from Carlo Buffone and purchases himself a coat of arms; he is eventually used to humiliate the conceited court lady Saviolina by showing that she cannot tell true gentility from false. The farmer Sordido is hoarding grain, and resists a court order to sell it because he is gambling on the price going up after a bad harvest; when this does not happen, he tries to hang himself, and repents on hearing the comments of the rustics who cut him down. Puntarvolo plays chivalric wooing games of mock- adultery with his wife, and plans to travel to Constantinople with his wife and dog, venturing money on their safe return; but he loses the inclination when Macilente poisons the dog. Fungoso tries to imitate the courtier Brisk’s fashionable suit, but is continually frustrated because Brisk keeps changing his clothes. The uxorious Deliro seeks advice on how best to please his contrary wife, Fungoso’s sister. Shift, wanting to be known for a machismo he doesn’t really have, represents himself as a robber, but the threat of hanging forces him to admit the truth. Carlo Buffone has a humour of talking: at a tavern, he performs a comic dialogue between two cups, playing both parts himself, and Puntarvolo seals his mouth with wax. The affray brings the Constable, who is minded to arrest them all but is content tv take only Brisk. Fungoso, penniless from his clothing purchases, is left to pay the tavern bill, and has to be rescued by bis brother-in-law, who also calls in the mortgage on ===== PAGE 162 ===== Brisk’s lands; the courtier is left in prison for debts totalling £13,000, curing him of his humour. Macilente is purged of his malign humour by the sight of the Queen.