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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Pray tell me then sir, how many years has he to serve you. What do you bring your spokesman now, your advocate, What fee goes out of my estate now, for his Oratory? Come I must tell you, you forget yourself, And in this foul unnatural strife wherein You trample on your father. You are fall'n Below humanity. Y'are so beneath The title of a son, you cannot claim To be a man, and let me tell you were you mine Thou shouldst not eat but on thy knees before me. O this is not the way. This is to raise Impatience into fury. I do not seek his quiet for my ease, I can bear all his chidings and his threats, And take them well, very exceeding well, And find they do me good on my own part, Indeed they do reclaim me from those errors That might impeach his fortunes, but I fear th'unquiet strife within him hurts himself, And wastes or weakens Nature, by the breach Of moderate sleep and diet; and I can No less than grieve to find my weaknesses To be the cause of his affliction, And see the danger of his health and being. Alas poor man? Can you stand open eyed Or dry eyed either at this now in a Father? Why, if it grieve you, you may look of on't, I have seen more than this twice twenty times, And have as often been deceived by his dissimulations I can see nothing mended. He is a happy are that has brought up his son to this. All shall be mended son content yourself, But this time forget but this last fault. Yes, for a new one tomorrow. Pray Mr. Gregory forget it, you see how Submissive your poor penitent is, forget it, Forget it, put it out o'your head, knock it Out of your brains. I protest, if my Father, Nay if my father's dog should have said As much to me, I should have embraced him. What was the trespass? It could not be so heinous. Well Sir, you now shall be a judge for all your jeering. Was it a fatherly part think you having a son To offer to enter in bonds for his nephew, so to endanger My estate to redeem his mortgage. But I did it not son? I know it very well, but your dotage had done it, If my care had not prevented it. Is that the business: why if he had done it, had he not been sufficiently secured in having the mortgage made over to himself. He does nothing but practice ways to undo himself, and me: a very spendthrift, a prodigal sire, he was at the Ale but other day, and spent a fourpenny club. 'Tis gone and past son. Can you hold your peace sir? And not long ago at the Wine he spent his taster, and two pence to the piper, That was brave was it not?
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Pray tell me then sir, how many yeares has hee to serve you. What do you bring your spokesman now, your advocat, What fee goes out of my estate now, for his Oratory? Come I must tell you, you forget your selfe, And in this foule unnaturall strife wherein You trample on your father. You are falne Below humanitie. Y'are so beneath The title of a sonne, you cannot clayme To be a man, and let me tell you were you mine Thou shouldst not eat but on thy knees before me. O this is not the way. This is to raise Impatience into fury. I do not seek his quiet for my ease, I can beare all his chidings and his threats, And take them well, very exceeding well, And finde they do me good on my owne part, Indeed they do reclaim me from those errors That might impeach his fortunes, but I feare Thunquiet strife within him hurts himselfe, And wastes or weakens Nature, by the breach Of moderate sleepe and dyet; and I can No lesse than grieve to finde my weaknesses To be the cause of his affliction, And see the danger of his health and being. Alas poore man? Can you stand open ey'd Or dry ey'd either at this now in a Father? Why, if it grieve you, you may look of ont, I have seen more than this twice twenty times, And have as often in deceiv'd by his dissimulations I can see nothing mended. He is a happy re that has brought vp his son to this. All shall be mended son content your selfe, But this time forget but this last fault. Yes, for a new one to morrow. Pray Mr. Gregory forget it, you see how Submissive your poore penitent is, forget it, Forget it, put it out o'your head, knocke it Out of your braines. I protest, if my Father, Nay if my fathers dogge should have sayd As much to me, I should have embrac't him. What was the trespasse? It c'ud not be so hainous. Wel Sir, you now shall be a Iudge for all your jeering. Was it a fatherly part thinke you having a sonne To offer to enter in bonds for his nephew, so to indanger My estate to redeeme his morgage. But I did it not sonne? I know it very well, but your dotage had done it, If my carehd not prevented it. Is that the businesse: why if he had done it, had hee not bin sufficiently secur'd in having the morgage made over to himselfe. He does nothing but practice waies to undo himselfe, and me: a very spendthrift, a prodigall sire, hee was at the Ale but tother day, and spent a foure-penny club. 'Tis gone and past sonne. Can you hold your peace sir? And not long ag at the Wine he spent his teaster, and two pence to the piper, That was brave was it not?