Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Sir he hath, not that he is unwilling or unable. But at this time unfit to be solicited; For to the country's wonder and my sorrow, he is much to be pitied. Why I entreat you. Because he's late become the sole discourse Of all the country; for of a man respected For his discretion and known gravity, As master of a governed Family, The house (as if the ridge were fixed below, And ground-fills lifted up to make the roof) All now turned topsy-turvy, Strange, but how? In such a retrograde & preposterous way As seldom hath been heard of. I think never. Can you discourse the manner? The good man, in all obedience kneels unto his son, He with an austere brow commands his father. The wife presumes not in the daughter's sight Without a prepared courtesy. The girl, she Expects it as a duty; chides her mother Who quakes and trembles at each word she speaks, And what's as strange, the Maid she domineers o'er her young mistress, who is awed by her. The son to whom the Father creeps and bends, Stands in as much fear of the groom his man. All in such rare disorder, that in some As it breeds pity, and in others wonder; So in the most part laughter. How think you might this come. 'tis thought by Witchcraft. They that think so dream, For my belief is, no such thing can be, A madness you may call it: Dinner stays; That done, the best part of the afternoon we'll spend about your business. Nay but understand me neighbour Doughty. Good master Seely I do understand you, and over and over understand you so much, that I could e'en blush at your fondness; and had I a son to serve me so, I would conjure a devil out of him. Alas he is my child. No, you are his child to live in fear of him, indeed they say old men become children again, but before I would become my child's child, and make my foot my head, I would stand upon my head, and kick my heels at the sides. You do not know what an only son is, O see, he comes now if you can appease his anger toward me, you shall do an act of timely charity. It is an office that I am but weakly versed in, To plead to a son in the father's behalf, Bless me what looks the devilish young Rascal Frights the poor man withal! I wonder at your confidence, and how you dare appear before me. A brave beginning. O son be patient. It is right reverend council, I thank you for it, I shall study patience shall I, while you practice ways to beggar me, shall I? Very handsome. If ever I transgress in the like again— I have taken your word too often sir and neither can nor will forbear you longer. What not your Father Mr. Gregory? What's that to you sir?
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Sir he hath, not that he is unwilling or unable. Bt at time fit to be socited; For to the Cories wonder and my sorow, ee is much to be pitied. Why I intreat you. Because hee's late become the sole discourse Of all the countrey; for of a man respected For his discretion and knowne gravitie, As master of a govern'd Family, The house (as if the ridge were fixt below, And groundfils lifted up to make the roofe) All now turn'd topsie turvy, Strange, but how? In such a retrograde & preposterous way As seldome hath hin heard of. I thinke never. Can you discourse the manner? The good man, in all obedience kneels vnto his son, Hee with an austere brow commands his father. The wife presumes not in the daughters sight Without a prepared courtesie. The girle, shee Expects it as a dutie; chides her mother Who quakes and trembles at each word she speaks, And what's as strange, the Maid she dominiers O're her yong mistris, who is aw'd by her. The son to whom the Father creeps and bends, Stands in as much feare of the groome his man. All in such rare disorder, that in some As it breeds pitty, and in others wonder; So in the most part laughter▪ How thinke you might this come. T'is thought by Witchcraft. They that thinke so dreame, For my beliefe is, no such thing can be, A madnesse you may call it: Dinner stayes; That done, the best part of the afternoone Wee'le spend about your businesse. Nay but vnderstand me neighbor Doughty. Good master Seely I do understand you, and over and over understand you so much, that I could e'ene blush at your fondnesse; and had I a sonne to serve mee so, I would conure a divell out of him. Alas he is my childe. No, you are his childe to live in feare of him, indeed they say old men become children againe, but before I would become my childes childe, and make my foot my head, I would stand upon my head, and kick my heels at the sides. You do not know what an only son is, O see, he comes now if you can appease his anger toward me, you shall doe an act of timely charity. It is an office that I am but weakly versd in, To plead to a sonne in the fathers behalfe, Blesse me what lookes the devilish young Rascall Frights the poore man withall! I wonder at your confidence, and how you dare appeare before me. A brave beginning. O sonne be patient. It is right reverend councell, I thanke you for it, I shall study patience shall I, while you practice waies to begger mee, shall I? Very handsome. If ever I trangresse in the like againe— I have taken your word too often sir and neither can nor will forbeare you longer. What not your Father Mr. Gregory? Whats that to you sir?