Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
This, and more Many degrees, can never countervail The oft and frequent welcomes given my son: You have took him from me quite, and have I think, Adopted him into your family, He stays with me so seldom. And in this, By trusting him to me, of whom yourself May have both use and pleasure, y'are as kind As moneyed men, that might make benefit Of what they are possessed, yet to their friends In need, will lend it gratis. And like such, As are indebted more than they can pay; we more and more confess ourselves engaged To you, for your forbearance. Yet you see, Like Debtors, such as would not break their day; The Treasure late received, we tender back, The which, the longer you can spare, you still The more shall bind us to you. Most kind Ladies, Worthy you are to borrow, that return The Principal, with such large use of thanks. What strange felicity these Rich men take, To talk of borrowing, lending, and of use; The vsurers language right. Y'ave Master Geraldine, Fair walks and gardens, I have praised them, Both to my Wife and Sister. You would see them, There's no pleasure that the House can yield, That can be debarred from you; prithee Son, Be thou the Usher to those Mounts and Prospects May one day call thee Master. Sir I shall; Please you to walk. What Master Dalavill, Will you not bear us company. 'Tis not fit That we should leave our Noble host alone, Be you my Friends charge, and this old man mine. Well, be't then at your pleasure. You to your Prospects, but there's project here That's of another Nature; Worthy Sir, I cannot but approve your happiness, To be the Father of so brave a Son, So every way accomplished and made up, In which my voice is least; For I alas, Bear but a mean part in the common quire, When with much louder accents of his praise, So all the world reports him. Thank my Stars, They have lent me one, who as he always was, And is my present joy; If their aspect Be no ways to our goods Malevolent, May be my Future comfort. Yet must I hold him happy above others, As one that solely to himself enjoys What many others aim at; But in vain. How mean you that? So Beautiful a Mistress. A Mistress, said you? Yes Sir, or a Friend, Whether you please to style her. Mistress? Friend? Pray be more open languaged. And indeed, Who can blame him to absent himself from home, And make his Father's house but as a grange, For a Beauty so Attractive? Or blame her, hugging so weak an old Man in her arms, To make a new choice, of an equal youth, Being in him so Perfect? yet intruth, I think they both are honest.
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This, and more Many degrees, can neuer counteruaile The oft and frequent welcomes giuen my sonne: You haue tooke him from me quite, and haue I thinke, Adopted him into your family, He staies with me so seldome. And in this, By trusting him to me, of whom your selfe May haue both vse and pleasure, y'are as kind As money'd men, that might make benefit Of what they are possest, yet to their friends In need, will lend it gratis. And like such, As are indebted more then they can pay; Wee more and more confesse our selues engaged To you, for your forbearance. Yet you see, Like Debtors, such as would not breake their day; The Treasure late receiued, wee tender backe, The which, the longer you can spare, you still The more shall binde vs to you. Most kind Ladies, Worthy you are to borrow, that returne The Principall, with such large vse of thanks. What strange felicitie these Rich men take, To talke of borrowing, lending, and of vse; The vsurers language right. Y'aue Master Geraldine, Faire walkes and gardens, I haue praised them, Both to my Wife and Sister. You would see them, There's no pleasure that the House can yeeld, That can be debar'd from you; prethee Sonne, Be thou the Vsher to those Mounts and Prospects May one day call thee Master. Sir I shall; Please you to walke. What Master Dalauill, Will you not beare vs company. 'Tis not fit That wee should leaue our Noble host alone, Be you my Friends charge, and this old man mine. Well, bee't then at your pleasure. You to your Prospects, bt there's proiect heere That's of another Nature; Worthy Sir, I cannot but approue your happinesse, To be the Father of so braue a Sonne, So euery way accomplish't and made vp, In which my voice is least; For I alasse, Beare but a meane part in the common quier, When with much lowder accents of his praise, So all the world reports him. Thanke my Starres, They haue lent me one, who as he alwayes was, And is my present ioy; If their aspect Be no wayes to our goods Maleuolent, May be my Future comfort. Yet must I hold him happie aboue others, As one that Solie to himselfe inioyes What many others aime at; But in vaine. How meane you that? So Beautifull a Mistresse. A Mistresse, said you? Yes Sir, or a Friend, Whether you please to stile her. Mistresse? Friend? Pray be more open languag'd. And indeed, Who can blame him to absent himselfe from home, And make his Fathers house but as a grange, For a Beautie so Attractiue? Or blame her, Huging so weake an old Man in her armes, To make a new choice, of an equall youth, Being in him so Perfect? yet introath, I thinke they both are honest.