Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
They are, and here I have so fettered him, That if the Elder Brother set his hand to, Not all the power of Law shall ere release him. These Notaries are notable confident Knaves, And able to do more mischief than an Army: Are all your Clauses sure? Sure as proportion, They may turn Rivers sooner than these Writings. Why did you not put all the lands in, Sir? 'twas not conditioned. If it had been found, It had been but a fault made in the Writing, If not found all the Land. These are small Devils That care not who has mischief, so they make it; They live upon the mere scent of dissension. 'tis well, 'tis well, Are you contented Girl? For your will must be known. A husband's welcome, And as an humble wife I'll entertain him, No sovereignty I aim at, 'tis the man's Sir, For she that seeks it, kills her husband's honour: The Gentleman I have seen, and well observed him, Yet find not that graced excellence you promise, A pretty Gentleman, and he may please too, And some few flashes I have heard come from him, But not to admiration, as to others; he's young, and may be good, yet he must make it, And I may help, and help to thank him also. It is your pleasure I should make him mine, an't has been still my duty to observe you. Why then let's go, and I shall love your modesty. To horse, and bring the Coach out. Angellina, Tomorrow you will look more womanly. So I look honestly, I fear no eyes, Sir. Wait on your Master, he shall have that befits him. No inheritance, Sir? You speak like a fool, a coxcomb, He shall have annual means to buy him books, And find him clothes and meat, what would he more? Trouble him with Land? 'tis flat against his nature: I love him too, and honour those gifts in him. Shall Master Eustace have all? All, all, he knows how To use it, he's a man bred in the world, T' other i'th' heavens: my masters, pray be wary, And serviceable, and Cook see all your sauces Be sharp and poignant in the palate, that they may Commend you, look to your roast and baked meats handsomely, And what new kickshaws and delicate made things— Is th' music come? Yes Sir, th' are here at breakfast. There will be a Masque too, you must see this room clean, And Butler your door open to all good fellows, But have an eye to your plate, for there be Furies: My Lily welcome, you are for the linen, Sort it, and see it ready for the Table, And see the bridebed made, and look the cords be Not cut asunder by the Gallants too, There be such knacks abroad; hark hither, Lily, Tomorrow night at twelve o'clock, I'll sup w' ye, Your husband shall be safe, I'll send ye meat too, Before I cannot well stip from my company.
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They are, and here I have so fetter'd him, That if the Elder Brother set his hand to, Not all the power of Law shall ere release him. These Notaries are notable confident Knaves, And able to doe more mischiefe than an Army: Are all your Clauses sure? Sure as proportion, They may turne Rivers sooner than these Writings. Why did you not put all the lands in, Sir? Twas not condition'd. If it had been found, It had been but a fault made in the Writing, If not found all the Land. These are small Devills That care not who has mischiefe, so they make it; They live upon the meere scent of dissension. Tis well, tis well, Are you contented Girle? For your will must be knowne. A husband's welcome, And as an humble wife Ile entertaine him, No soveraignty I aime at, 'tis the mans Sir, For she that seekes it, killes her husbands honour: The Gentleman I have seene, and well observ'd him, Yet finde not that grac'd excellence you promise, A pretty Gentleman, and he may please too, And some few flashes I have hear'd come from him, But not to admiration, as to others; Hee's young, and may be good, yet he must make it, And I may helpe, and helpe to thanke him also. It is your pleasure I should make him mine, And't has been still my duty to observe you. Why then let's goe, and I shall love your modesty. To horse, and bring the Coach out. Angellina, To morrow you will looke more womanly. So I looke honestly, I feare no eyes, Sir. Waite on your Master, he shall have that befits him. No inheritance, Sir? You speake like a foole, a coxcombe, He shall have annuall meanes to buy him bookes, And finde him cloathes and meat, what would he more? Trouble him with Land? 'tis flat against his nature: I love him too, and honour those gifts in him. Shall Master Eustace have all? All, all, he knowes how To use it, hee's a man bred in the world, T' other ith' heavens: my masters, pray be wary, And serviceable, and Cooke see all your sawces Be sharpe and poynant in the pallat, that they may Commend you, looke to your roast and bak'd meates handsomely, And what new kickshawes and delicate made things— Is th' musicke come? Yes Sir, th' are here at breakfast. There will be a Masque too, you must see this roome cleane, And Butler your doore open to all good fellowes, But have an eye to your plate, for there be Furies: My Lilly welcome, you are for the linnen, Sort it, and see it ready for the Table, And see the bride-bed made, and looke the cords be Not cut a sunder by the Gallants too, There be such knacks abroad; harke hither, Lilly, To morrow night at twelve a clocke, Ile suppe w' ye, Your husband shall be safe, Ile send ye meate too, Before I cannot well stip from my company.