Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
'Tis almost time she did, speak how is't wife My Nephew tells me you were took last night With a shrewd sickness, which this Maid confirms. Yes sir, but now desire no company. Noise troubles me, and I would gladly sleep. In company there's comfort, prithee wife Lend me thy hand, and let me feel thy pulse, Perhaps some Fever, by their beating I May guess at thy disease. My hand, 'tis there. A dangerous sickness, and I fear t death, 'Tis odds you will not scape it. Take that back And let me prove the tother, if perhaps I there can find more comfort. I pray excuse me. I must not be denied, Sick folks are peevish, and must be o'erruled, and so shall you. Alas I have not strength to lift it up. If not thy hand Wife, show me but thy wrist, And see how this will match it, here's a Testate That cannot be outfaced. I am undone. Hath my Aunt been playing at handy dandy, nay then if the game go this way I fear she'll have the worst hand on't. 'Tis now apparent How all the last night's business came about, In this my late suspicion, is confirmed. My heart hath bled more for thy cursed relapse Than drops hath issued from thy wounded arm. But wherefore should I preach to one past hope? Or where the devil himself claims right in all, Seek the least part or interest? Leave your Bed, Up, make you ready; I must deliver you Into the hand of justice. O dear friend It is in vain to guess at this my grief 'Tis so inundant. Soldier take away that young But old in mischief. And being of these Apostates rid so well, I'll see my house no more be made a Hell. Away with them. I'll out o'the Country, and as soon live in Lapland as Lancashire hereafter. What for a false illusive apparition? I hope the devil is not able to persuade thee thou art a Bastard. No, but I am afflicted to think that the devil should have power to put such a trick upon us, to countenance a Rascal, that is one. I hope Arthur has taken a course with his Uncle about him by this time, who would have thought such a fool as he could have been a Witch? Why do you think there's any wise folks of the quality; Can any but fools be drawn into a Covenant with the greatest enemy of mankind? yet I cannot think that Whetstone is the Witch? The young Quean that was at the Wedding was i'th' house ye know. See Lawrence and Parnell civilly accorded again it seems, and accoutred as they were wont to be when they had their wits. Blessed be the hour I say may honey, may sweet Pall, that Ay's becomed thaine agone, and thou's becomed main agone, and may this ea kiss ma us tway become both eane for ever and a day.
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'Tis almost time she did, speake how is't wife My Nephew tels me you were tooke last night With a shrewd sicknesse, which this Mayde confirmes. Yes sir, but now desire no company. Noyse troubles me, and I would gladly sleepe. In company there's comfort, prithee wife Lend me thy hand, and let me feele thy pulse, Perhaps some Feaver, by their beating I May guesse at thy disease. My hand, 'tis there. A dangerous sicknes, and I feare t death, 'Tis oddes you will not scape it. Take that backe And let me prove the t'other, if perhaps I there can finde more comfort. I pray excuse me. I must not be deny'd, Sick folkes are peevish, and must be ore-rul'd, and so shall you. Alas I have not strength to lift it up. If not thy hand Wife, shew me but thy wrist, And see how this will match it, here's a Testate That cannot be out-fac'd. I am undone. Hath my Aunt bin playing at handee dandee, nay then if the game goe this way I feare she'l have the worst han on't. 'Tis now apparant How all the last nights businesse came about, In this my late suspicion, is confirm'd. My heart hath bled more for thy curst relapse Than drops hath issu'd from thy wounded arme. But wherefore should I preach to one past hope? Or where the divell himselfe claimes right in all, Seeke the least part or interest? Leave your Bed, Vp, make you ready; I must deliver you Into the hand of Iustice. O deare friend It is in vaine to guesse at this my griefe 'Tis so inundant. Soldier take away that young But old in mischiefe. And being of these Apostat's rid so well, Ile see my house no more be made a Hell. Away with the. Ile out o'the Country, and as soone live in Lapland as Lancashire hereafter. What for a false illusive apparition? I hope the divell i not able to perswade thee thou art a Bastard. No, but I am afflicted to thinke that the divell should have power to put such a trick upon us, to countenance a Rascal, that is one. J hope Arthur has taken a course with his Vnclc about him by this time, who would have thought such a foole as hee could have beene a Witch? Why doe you thinke there's any wise folks of the quality; Can any but fooles be drawne into a Covenant with the greatest enemy of mankind? yet J cannot thinke that VVhetstone is the Witch? The young Queane that was at the Wedding was i'th house yee know. See Lawrence and Parnell civilly accorded againe it seems, and accoutred as they were wont to be when they had their wits. Blest be the houre I say may hunny, may sweet Pall, that Ay's becom'd thaine agone, and thou's becom'd maine agone, and may this ea kisse ma us tway become both eane for ever and a day.