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 · 494 words
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And why is all this, prithee tell me Andrew? Are there any Princes to dine here today? By this abundance, sure there should be Princes; I've read of entertainment for the gods At half this charge, will not fine dishes serve 'em? I never had but one, and that a small one. Your Brother's married this day, he's married, Your younger brother Eustace. What of that? And all the friends about are bidden hither, There's not a dog that knows the house but comes too. Married? to whom? Why to a dainty Gentlewoman, Young, sweet, and modest. Are there modest women? How do they look? O you'd bless yourself to see them. He parts with's book, he ne'er did so before yet. What does my father for 'em? Gives all his Land, And makes your brother heir. Must I have nothing? Yes, you must study still, and he'll maintain you. I am his eldest brother. True, you were so, But he has leapt one your shoulders, Sir. 'tis well, he'll not inherit my understanding too? I think not, he'll scarce find Tenants to let it Out to. Hark, hark. The Coach that brings the fair Lady. Now you may see her. Sure this should be modest; But I do not truly know what women make of it, Andrew; she has a face looks like a story, The story of the heaven's looks very like her. She has a wide face then. She has a cherubin's, Covered and veiled with modest blushes. Eustace be happy whiles poor Charles is patient. Get me my book again, and come in with me. Welcome sweet Daughter, welcome noble brother, And you are welcome Sir, with all your writings, Ladies most welcome; What? my angry brother! You must be welcome too, the feast is flat else. I am not come for your welcome, I expect none, I bring no joys to bless the bed withal, Nor songs, nor Masques to glorify the Nuptials, I bring an angry mind to see your folly, A sharp one too, to reprehend you for it. You'll stay and dine though? All your meat smells musty, Your Table will show nothing to content me. I'll answer you, here's good meat. But your sauce is scurvy, It is not seasoned with the sharpness of discretion. It seems your anger is at me, dear Uncle. Thou are not worth my anger, th' art a boy, A lump o'thy father's lightness, made of nothing But antic clothes and cringes, look in thy head, And 'twill appear a football full of fumes And rotten smoke; Lady, I pity you, You are a handsome and a sweet young Lady, And aught to have a handsome man yoked t' ye, An understanding too, this is a gimcrack, That can get nothing but new fashions on you, For say he have a thing shaped like a child, 'twill either prove a tumbler or a Tailor. These are but harsh words Uncle.
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And why is all this, prithee tell me Andrew? Are there any Princes to dine here to day? By this abundance, sure there should be Princes; I've read of entertainment for the gods At halfe this charge, will not fine dishes serve 'em? I never had but one, and that a small one. Your Brother's married this day, hee's married, Your younger brother Eustace. What of that? And all the friends about are bidden hither, There's not a dogge that knowes the house but comes too. Marryed? to whom? Why to a dainty Gentlewoman, Young, sweet, and modest. Are there modest women? How doe they looke? O you'ld blesse your selfe to see them. He parts with's booke, he nere did so before yet. What do's my father for 'em? Gives all his Land, And makes your brother heire. Must I have nothing? Yes, you must study still, and hee'll maintaine you. I am his eldest brother. True, you were so, But he has leap'd one your shoulders, Sir. Tis well, Hee'll not inherit my understanding too? I thinke not, hee'll scarce finde Tenants to let it Out to. Harke, harke. The Coach that brings the faire Lady. Now you may see her. Sure this should be modest; But I doe not truly know what women make of it, Andrew; she has a face lookes like a story, The story of the Heavens lookes very like her. She has a wide face then. She has a Cherubins, Cover'd and vail'd with modest blushes. Eustace be happy whiles poore Charles is patient. Get me my booke againe, and come in with me. Welcome sweet Daughter, welcome noble brother, And you are welcome Sir, with all your writings, Ladies most welcome; What? my angry brother! You must be welcome too, the feast is flat else. I am not come for your welcome, I expect none, I bring no joyes to blesse the bed withall, Nor songs, nor Masques to glorifie the Nuptialls, I bring an angry minde to see your folly, A sharpe one too, to reprehend you for it. You'll stay and dine though? All your meate smelles musty, Your Table will shew nothing to content me. Ile answer you, here's good meate. But your sawce is scurvie, It is not season'd with the sharpnesse of discretion. It seemes your anger is at me, deare Uncle. Thou are not worth my anger, th' art a boy, A lumpe o'thy fathers lightnesse, made of nothing But anticke cloathes and cringes, looke in thy head, And 'twill appeare a football full of fumes And rotten smoke; Lady, I pitie you, You are a handsome and a sweet young Lady, And ought to have a handsome man yoak'd t' yee, An understanding too, this is a Gincracke, That can get nothing but new fashions on you, For say he have a thing shap'd like a childe, Twill either prove a tumbler or a Tailor. These are but harsh words Uncle.