Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.87 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
To pass the Land I have, Sir, Unto your younger brother. Is't no more? No, no, 'tis nothing, you shall be provided for, And new books you shall have still, and new studies, And have your means brought in without the care boy, And one still to attend you. This shows your love father. I'm tender to you. Like a stone, I take it. Why father, I'll go down, an't please you let me, Because I'd see the thing they call the Gentlewoman, I see no women but through contemplation, And there I'll do't before the company, And wish my brother fortune. Do I prithee. I must not stay, for I have things above Require my study. No thou shalt not stay, Thou shalt have a brave dinner too. And, Now has he o'erthrown himself for ever; I will down Into the Cellar, and be stark drunk for anger. Come let him bring his son's hand, and all's done. Is yours ready? Yes, I'll dispatch ye presently, Immediately, for in truth I am a hungry. Do, speak apace, for we believe exactly: Do not we stay long Mistress? I find no fault, Better things well done than want time to do them. Uncle, why are you sad? Sweet smelling blossom, Would I were thine Uncle to thine own content, I'd make thy husband's state a thousand, better A yearly thousand, thou hast missed a man, (But that he is addicted to his study, And knows no other Mistress than his mind) Would weigh down bundles of these empty kexes. Can he speak, Sir? Faith yes, but not to women: His language is to heaven, and heavenly wonder, To Nature, and her dark and secret causes. And does he speak well there? O, admirably, But he's too bashful to behold a woman, There's none that sees him, nor her troubles none. He is a man, Yes, and a clear sweet spirit. Then conversation methinks— So think I too, But it is his rugged fate, and so I leave you. I like thy nobleness. See, my mad Uncle Is courting my fair Mistress. Let him alone, There's nothing that alleys an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty; he'll come to us. My father's here, my brother too! that's a wonder, Broke like a spirit from his Cell. Come hither, Come nearer Charles, 'Twas your desire to see My noble Daughter, and the company, And give your brother joy, and then to seal boy. You do like a good brother. Marry does he, And he shall have my love for ever for't. Put to your hand now. Here's the Deed Sir, ready. No, you must pardon me a while, I tell ye, I am in contemplation, do not trouble me. Come, leave thy study, Charles. I'll leave my life first; I study now to be a man, I've found it. Before, what man was, was but my Argument.
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To passe the Land I have, Sir, Unto your younger brother. Is't no more? No, no, 'tis nothing, you shall be provided for, And new bookes you shall have still, and new studies, And have your meanes brought in without the care boy, And one still to attend you. This shewes your love father. I'm tender to you. Like a stone, I take it. Why father, Ile goe downe, an't please you let me, Because Ide see the thing they call the Gentlewoman, I see no women but through contemplation, And there Ile doe't before the company, And wish my brother fortune. Doe I prithee. I must not stay, for I have things above Require my study. No thou shalt not stay, Thou shalt have a brave dinner too. And, Now has he Orethrowne himselfe for ever; I will downe Into the Celler, and be starke drunke for anger. Come let him bring his sonnes hand, and all's done. Is yours ready? Yes, Ile dispatch ye presently, Immediately, for in truth I am a hungry. Doe, speake apaco, for we beleeve exactly: Doe not we stay long Mistris? I finde no fault, Better things well done than want time to doe them. Uncle, why are you sad? Sweet smelling blossome, Would I were thine Uncle to thine owne content, Ide make thy husbands state a thousand, better A yearely thousand, thou hast mist a man, (But that he is addicted to his study, And knowes no other Mistresse than his minde) Would weigh downe bundles of these empty kexes. Can he speake, Sir? Faith yes, but not to women: His language is to heaven, and heavenly wonder, To Nature, and her darke and secret causes. And does he speake well there? O, admirably, But hee's too bashfull to behold a woman, Theres none that sees him, nor her troubles none. He is a man, Yes, and a cleare sweet spirit. Then conversation me thinkes— So thinke I too, But it is his rugged fate, and so I leave you. I like thy noblenesse. See, my mad Uncle Is courting my faire Mistresse. Let him alone, There's nothing that allayes an angry minde So soone as a sweet beauty; hee'l come to us. My father's here, my brother too! that's a wonder, Broke like a spirit from his Cell. Come hither, Come neerer Charles, 'Twas your desire to see My noble Daughter, and the company, And give your brother joy, and then to seale boy. You doe like a good brother. Marry do's he, And he shall have my love for ever for't. Put to your hand now. Here's the Deed Sir, ready. No, you must pardon me a while, I tell ye, I am in contemplation, doe not trouble me. Come, leave thy study, Charles. Ile leave my life first; I study now to be a man, I've found it. Before, what man was, was but my Argument.