Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 456 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
That were a shame Sir, While I have horses: take your choice, and what You want at any time, let me but know it; If you serve faithfully, I dare assure you You'll find a loving mistress. If I do not, Let me find that my Father ever hated, Disgrace, and blows. Go lead the way; you have won it: It shall be so; you shall receive all dues Fit for the honour you have won; Twere wrong else, Sister, beshrew my heart, you have a Servant, That if I were a woman, would be Master, But you are wise. I hope too wise for that Sir. Let all the Dukes, and all the devil's roar, He is at liberty: I have ventured for him, And out I have brought him to a little wood A mile hence, I have sent him, where a Cedar Higher than all the rest, spreads like a plane Fast by a Brook, and there he shall keep close, Till I provide him Fyles, and food, for yet His iron bracelets are not off. O Love What a stout hearted child thou art! My Father Durst better have endured cold iron, than done it: I love him, beyond love, and beyond reason, Or wit, or safety: I have made him know it I care not, I am desperate, If the law Find me, and then condemn me for't; some wenches, Some honest hearted Maids, will sing my Dirge. And tell to memory, my death was noble, Dying almost a Martyr: That way he takes, I purpose is my way too: Sure he cannot Be so unmanly, as to leave me here, If he do, Maids will not so easily Trust men againe: And yet he has not thank'd m For what I have done: no not so much as kissed me, And that (me thinks) is not so well; nor scarcely Could I persuade him to become a Freeman, He made such scruples of the wrong he did To me, and to my Father. Yet I hope When he considers more, this love of mine Will take more root within him: Let him do What he will with me, so he use me kindly, For use me so he shall, or i'll proclaim him And to his face, no-man: I'll presently Provide him necessaries, and pack my clothes up, And where there is a path of ground I'll venture So he be with me; By him, like a shadow I'll ever dwell; within this hour the whoobub Will be all o'er the prison: I am then Kissing the man they look for: farewell Father; Get many more such prisoners, and such daughters, And shortly you may keep yourself. Now to him:
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That were a shame Sir, While I have horses: take your choice, and what You want at any time, let me but know it; If you serve faithfully, I dare assure you You'l finde a loving Miris. If I doe not, Let me finde that my Father ever hated, , and blowes. Go leade the way; you have won it: It shall be so; you shall receave all dues Fit for the honour you have won; Twer wrong else, Sister, beshrew my heart, you have a Servant, That if I were a woman, would be Master, But you are wise. I hope too wise for that Sir. Let all the Dukes, and all the divells rore, He is at liberty: I have venturd for him, And out I have brought him to a little wood A mile hence, I have sent him, where a Cedar Higher than all the rest, spreads like a plane Fast by a Brooke, and there he shall keepe close, Till I provide him Fyles, and foode, for yet His yron bracelts are not off. O Love What a stout hearted child thou art! My Father Durst better have indur'd cold yron, than done it: I love him, beyond love, and beyond reason, Or wit, or safetie: I have made him know it I care not, I am desperate, If the law Finde me, and then condemne me for't; some wenches, Some honest harted Maides, will sing my Dirge. And tell to memory, my death was noble, Dying almost a Martyr: That way he takes, I purpose is my way too: Sure he cannot Be so unmanly, as to leave me here, If he doe, Maides will not so easily Trust men againe: And yet he has not thank'd m For what I have done: no not so much as kist me, And that (me thinkes) is not so well; not scarcely Could I perswade him to become a Freeman, He made such scruples of the wrong he did To me, and to my Father. Yet I hope When he considers more, this love of mine Will take more root within him: Let him doe What he will with me, so he use me kindly, For use me so he shall, or ile proclaime him And to his face, no-man: Ile presently Provide him necessaries, and packe my cloathes up, And where there is a path of ground Ile venture So h be with me; By him, like a shadow Ile ever dwell; bin thi houre the whoobub Will be all ore the prison: I am then Kissing the man they looke for: farewell Father; Get many more such prisoners, and such daughters, And shortly you may keepe your selfe. No to him: