Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig typicality 0.88 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
he's grown contemptuous, & flings away In a rapture; for this, when I am in, If I can't laughed at's play, I'll laugh at him. 'tIs true indeed, our love is like our life, There's no man blessed in either, till his end. And he whom Fate points to that happiness, A thousand passions mock his doubtful hopes, Till Virtue that can never be extinct, Shall rise above their rage, and call down Hymen, Attended with as many several joys, To triumph in the circle of our brow. But that the fatal union of our hearts, Should breed such issues of extremity, In both our fortunes, yet the greatest grief I feel, is in your wrongs, not in my own. ne'er think of it; what though my father made me A stranger to his loins, and cut me off From my inheritance, because he thought me A rival in his love, that fatal love Whose jealousy prevailed so in a wooer, That it killed all affection in a father. These ill begotten thoughts he still maintained, And cherished to his death, whose period Of life, was the beginning of my mischief: For he gave all the land unto my brother. One less deserving, would I could report That he had any worth, his ill wrought mind, Too apt for the impression of all vice, As if he were to strive with his estate, And had no other Enemy, would make A conquest of his ruin. So negligent Of what his father wrongfully bereft me, That he spends all in riot, and so vainly, As if he meant to throw it after him, Only he has a foolish flashing wit, Too weak to sustain, or prevent his fall, But no solidity of mind or judgement. And now imagines he can salve it up, By being styled, A Fine Companion. Let that entitle him to all my right, Whilst I secure in my imputed crime, Think thee a better portion; all my fault Was honesty, and true affection. And those still envious fate insults upon. But we will live together, and whate'er Shall interpose to poison our true love, Still triumph o'er their malice. Dear Valeria, Had fortune pleased to place me in that means My birth assured me, we had spent our life Lulled in the lap of peace, our days had run Smooth as the feet of time, free from all tumults. And why not still? It may do so, but I Have not a fortune equal to your virtues, And to support the title of your worth. My mind was never yet ambitious. And there is nothing but your company, Can satisfy, or limit my desires. I love you better than to injure you. I will resign you to some richer heir, Whose heaps of wealth left by his greedy father, Untouched as is your goodness, may advance you, And make you happy, think on't, be not cruel To your own self.
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Hee's growne contemptuous, & flings away In a rapture; for this, when I am in, If I can't laught at's play, Ile laugh at him. TIs true indeed, our loue is like our life, There's no man bleſt in either, till his end. And he whom Fate points to that happineſſe, A thouſand paſſions mocke his doubtfull hopes, Till Vertue that can never be extinct, Shall riſe aboue their rage, and call downe Hymen, Attended with as many ſeverall ioyes, To triumph in the circle of our brow. But that the fatall vnion of our hearts, Should breed ſuch iſſues of extremity, In both our fortunes, yet the greateſt griefe I feele, is in your wrongs, not in my owne. Nere thinke of it; what though my father made me A ſtranger to his loynes, and cut me off From my inheritance, becauſe he thought me A rivall in his loue, that fatall loue Whoſe jealouſie prevayl'd ſo in a Woer, That it kild al affection in a father. Theſe ill begotten thoughts he ſtill maintayn'd, And cheriſht to his death, whoſe period Of life, was the beginning of my miſchiefe: For he gaue all the land unto my brother. One leſſe deſerving, would I could report That he had any worth, his il wrought mind, Too apt for the impreſſion of all vice, As if he were to ſtriue with his eſtate, And had no other Enemy, would make A conqueſt of his ruine. So negligent Of what his father wrongfully bereft me, That he ſpends all inryot, and ſo vainely, As if hee meant to throw it after him, Onely he has a fooliſh flaſhing wit, Too weake to ſuſtaine, or prevent his fall, But no ſolidity of mind or judgement. And now imagines he can ſalue it up, By being ſtil'd, A Fine Companion. Let that intitle him to all my right, Whilſt I ſecure in my imputed crime, Thinke thee a better portion; all my fault Was honeſty, and true affection. And thoſe ſtill envious fate inſults upon. But we will liue together, and what ere Shall interpoſe to poyſon our true loue, Still triumph o're their malice. Deare Valeria, Had fortune pleas'd to place me in that meanes My birth aſſur'd me, we had ſpent our life Luld in the lap of peace, our dayes had runne Smooth as the feet of time, free from all tumults. And why not ſtill? It may doe ſo, but I Haue not a fortune equall to your vertues, And to ſupport the title of your worth. My mind was never yet ambitious. And there is nothing but your company, Can ſatisfie, or limit my deſires. I loue you better then to iniure you. I will reſigne you to ſome richer heire, Whoſe heapes of wealth left by his greedy father, Vntoucht as is your goodneſſe, may advance you, And make you happy, thinke on't, be not cruell To your owne ſelfe.