in The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) — Beaumont, Francis; Fletcher, John
Metadata
Play
The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier)
Author
Beaumont, Francis; Fletcher, John
Year (catalogued)
1607
First performance
1606
Decade
1600s
Genre
Comedy
Play type
Boys Professional; Adult Professional
Company
Children of Paul's (second)
Speech prefix(es)
Pan. | Pand. | Pa.
Words
1093
Characters
5616
Typicality
0.28 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A06458
BritDrama no.
1522
Cluster
Cluster 7 — Pedants, satyrs & Latin wit
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Full speech
No. Then your waistcoat waiter shall have him, call herin? And get you after her, I will work upon my city's zen while he is warm, I must nor suffer him to consult with his neighbours, the openest fools are hardly couse ned, if they once grow jealous. Are you busy sir? Will she, will she? she shall come running into my house at the farther corner, in Sa. Marks street, be betwixt three and four. Oh rich! rich! where should I get clothes to dress her in? help me invention: Sir, that her running through the street, may be less noted, my Art more shown, and your fear to speak with her less, she shall come in a white wastcote, And— And perhaps torn stockings, she hath left her old wont else. The fair white house at the farther Corner at S. Marks street, make hast, I must leave you too Sir. I have two hours to Study; buy a new Axidens, & ply your book, and you shall want nothing, that all the scholars in the Town can do for you. Here hope I to meet my citizen, and here Hope's he to meet his scholar; I am sure I am graven enough, to his eyes, and knave enough to deceive him: I am believed to conjure, raise storms, and devils, by whose power I can do wonders; let him believe so still, belief hurts no man: I have and honest black cloak, for my knave rye, and a General pardon for his foolery, from this present day, till the day of his Breaking. Is't not a mice rye, and the greatest of our age, to see a handsome, young, fair enough, and well mounted wench, humble her self, in and old stammell petticoat, standing possessed of no more fringe then the street can allow her: her upper parts so poor and wanting, that ye may see her bones through her bodies: shoes she would have, if her captain were come over, and is content the while to devote her self to antie ̄ to slippers. These premises well continued ̄ sidered, gentleme ̄ will move, they make me melt I promise ye, they stir me much; and were't not for my smooth, soft, silken City's zen, I would quit this transitory trade, get me and euerla sting robe, fear up my conscience, and turn Sergeant. But here a comes, is mine as good as prize: Sir Pandarus be my speed, you are most fitly met sir. Sir, it's done, she's come, she is in my house, make your self apt for Courtship, stroke up your stockings, lose not and inch of your legs goodness; I am sure ye wear socks. Sure they are very deer? Pardon my judgement, we scholars use no other objects, but their books. Sir, but that in modesty I am bound not to affect mine own commendation, I would inquire it of you? Sir, I can blush. Forget not my instructions. This was well worded Sir, and Like a Scholar. What do you intend Sir? Sir you are very good, and very charitable: you are a true pattern for the City Sir. O: Sir much may be done by manescript. Sir enter when you please, and all good language tip your tongue. This fly is caught, is mashed already, I will suck him, and lay him by. Dun's ith' mire, get out again how a can: My honest gallant, I'll show you one trick more Then ere the fool your father dreamt of yet. Madonna Julia? There is a kind of ignorant thing, much Like a Courtier, now gone in. A shines not very gloriously, nor does a wear one skin perfumed to keep the tother sweet; his coat is not in or, nor does the world run yet on wheels with him; is rich enough, and has a small thing follows him, Like to a boat tied to a tall ships tail: give him entertain meant, be light and flashing Like a Meteor, hug him about the neck, give him a kiss, and lisping cry, good Sir; and is thine own, as fast as a were tied to thine arms, by In dentures. Be he rich, or poor, if he will take thee with him, thou mayest use thy trade free from Constables, and Mar shals: who hath been here since I went out? Where lies she? Peace, a comes out again upon discovery; up with all your canvas, hale him in; and when thou hast done, clap him a board bravely, my valiant Pinnace. 'Tis true, you are not now to be taught, that no man can be learned of a sudden; let not your first project dis courage you, what you have lost in this, you may get again in Alchemy. Do wisely sir, & bid your own fry ̄ ds, your whole wealth will scarce feast all hers, neither is it for your cedit, to walk the streets, with a woman so noted, get you home, and provide her clothes: let her come and hour he ̄ ce with and would ̄ d-basket & shift her self, she'l serve to fit at the upper end of the Table, & drink to your customers. No doubt Sir. Go, a vaunt, my new City dame, send me what you promised me for consideration; and mayest thou prove a Lady. Sir, what may be done by art shall be done, I wear not this black cloak for nothing. Trouble me not now, I will not fail you within this hour at your shop. It's well spoken, Madonna. I would you had Sir, it were the sweeter grace for your legs; get on your gloves, are they perfumed? It'll serve: your offers must be full of bounty, velvets to furnish a gown, silks for petticoats and before parts, shag for linings; forget not some pretty jewel to fa sten, after some little compliment: if she deny this curtain sie, double your bounties, be not wanting in abundance, fullness of gifts, linked with a pleasing tongue, will win and Anchorite. Sir, ye are my friend, and friend to all that professes good letters; I must not use this office else, it fits not for a scholar, and a gentleman: those stoc kings are of Naples, they are silk? As all solemn professors of settled courses, do continued ver my knavery with it: will you marry a citizen, reason nably rich, and unreasonably foolish, silks in his shop, money in his purse, and no wit in his head?
Plot summary
Plot — The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier)
Oriana is on her way to visit the Duke’s court when she is caught in a hail-storm, and takes refuge in the house of Gondarino. Gondarino is a confirmed misogynist, and makes her duly unwelcome. The Duke, on his way to visit Oriana at home, is also caught in the storm and he too shelters in Gondarino’s house. Gondarino suspects that he is unwittingly being made the host of an illicit assignation (and indeed the Duke is attracted to Oriana). Oriana takes umbrage at Gondarino’s attitude to women, and pretends to pursue him amorously in an effort to torment him out of it. He sends her to stay in a bawdy-house, and tells the Duke that she is unchaste. Her brother Valore disputes this, and Gondarino is suspected of slander. To defend himself, he shows her to the Duke in her new lodgings, but his story is discredited when it emerges that he sent her there himself. The Duke sends the courtier Arrigo to kill Oriana, but he offers to spare her in return for sex. She refuses, and thereby proves her chastity: the Duke was testing her, and she now accepts his proposal