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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Truly we were civilly merry. But I have left it. Your civility have you not? For no longer ago than last holiday evening he gamed away eight double ringed tokens on a rubbers at bowls with the Curate, and some of his idle companions. Fie Mr. Gregory Seely is this seemly in a son. You'll have a rod for the child your father shortly I fear. Alas did he make it cry? Give me a stroke and I'll beat him, Bless me, they make me almost as mad as themselves. 'Twere good you would meddle with your own matters sir. Son, son. Sir, Sir, as I am not beholden to you for house or Land, for it has stood in the name of my ancestry the Seelyes above two hundred years, so will I look you leave all as you found it. What is the matter con you tell? O Lawrence, welcome, Thou wilt make all well I am sure. Yie whick way con you tell, but what the foul evil done ye, here's sick an a din. Art thou his man fellow ha? that talkest thus to him? Yie sir, and what my yoew of'at, he maintains me to rule him, and I'll do't, or ma'the heart weary o'the weambe on him. This is quite upside down, the son controls the father, and the man overcrows his master's coxcomb, sure they are all bewitched. 'Twas but so, truly Lawrence; the peevish old man vexed me, for which I did my duty, in telling him his own, and Doughty here maintains him against me. I forbodden yeov to meddle with the old carl, and let me alone with him, yet you still be at him, he served you but we'll to baste ye for't, an't he were stronk enough, but an I saw foul with ye an I swaddle ye not savourly may my girts burst. Prithee good Lawrence be gentle and do not fright thy Master so. Yie, at your command anon. Enough good Lawrence, you have said enough. How trow ye that? A fine World when a man cannot be whyet at home for busy brained neighbours. I know not what to say to any thing here, This cannot be but witchcraft. I cannot endure it nor I will not endure it. hay day! the daughter upon the mother too. One of us two, choose you which, must leave the house, we are not to live together I see that, but I will know, if there be Law in Lancashire for't, which is fit first to depart the house or the World, the mother or the daughter. Daughter I say. Do you say the daughter, for that word I say the mother, unless you can prove me the eldest, as my discretion almost warrant it, I say the mother shall out of the house or take such courses in it as shall sort with such a house and such a daughter.
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Truely we were civily merry. But I have left it. Your civility have you not? For no longer agoe than last holiday evening he gam'd away eight double ring'd tokens on a rubbers at bowles with the Curate, and some of his idle companions. Fie Mr. Gregory Seely is this seemely in a sonne. You'le have a rod for the childe your father shortly I feare. Alasse did hee make it cry? Give me a stroke and Ile beat him, Blesse me, they make me almost as mad as themselves. 'Twre good you would meddle with your own matters ir. Sonne, sonne. Sir, Sir, as I am not beholden to you for house or Land, for it has stood in the name of my ancestry the Seelyes above two hundred yeares, so will I look you leave all as you found it. What is the matter con yeow tell? O Lawrence, welcom, Thou wilt make al wel I am sure. Yie whick way con yeow tell, but what the foule evill doone yee, heres sick an a din. Art thou his man fellow ha? that talkest thus to him? Yie sir, and what ma' yoew o'that, he mainteynes me to rule him, and i'le deu't, or ma'the heart weary o'the weambe on him. This is quite upside downe, the sonne controlls the father, and the man overcrowes his masters coxscombe, sure they are all bewitch'd. 'Twas but so, truely Lawrence; the peevish old man vex't me, for which I did my duty, in telling him his owne, and Doughty here maintaines him against me. I forbodden yeow to meddle with the old carle, and let me alone with him, yet yeow still be at him, hee serv'd yeow but weell to bast ye for't, ant he were stronk enough, but an I faw foule with yee an I swaddle yee not savorly may my girts brast. Prethee good Lawrence be gentle and do not fright thy Master so. Yie, at your command anon. Enough good Lawrence, you have said enough. How trow yeou that? A fine World when a man cannot be whyet at heame for busie brain'd neighpors. I know not what to say to any thing here, This cannot be but witchcraft. I cannot indure it nor I will not indure it. Hey day! the daughter upon the mother too. One of us two, chuse you which, must leave the house, wee are not to live together I see that, but I will know, if there be Law in Lancashire for't, which is fit first to depart the house or the World, the mother or the daughter. Daughter I say. Do you say the daughter, for that word I say the mother, unlesse you can prove me the eldest, as my discretion almost warrant it, I say the mother shall out of the house or take such courses in it as shall sort with such a house and such a daughter.