Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Old men are not immortal, as I take it, Is it, you look for, youth and handsomeness? I do confess my brother's a handsome Gentleman, But he shall give me leave to lead the way Lady, Can you love for love, and make that the reward? The old man shall not love his heaps of gold With a more doting superstition, Than I'll love you; The young man his delights, The merchant when he ploughs the angry sea up And sees the mountain billows falling on him, As if all Elements, and all their angers Were turned into one vowed destruction; Shall not with greater joy embrace his safety. we'll live together like two wanton Vines, Circling out souls and loves in one another, we'll spring together and we'll bear one fruit, One joy shall make us smile, and one grief mourn, One age go with us, and one hour of death Shall shut our eyes, and one grave make us happy. And one hand seal the match, I'm yours for ever. Nay, stay, stay, stay. Nay certainly, 'tis done Sir. There was a contract. Only conditional, That if he had the Land, he had my love too; This Gentleman's the heir, and he'll maintain it. Pray be not angry Sir, at what I say; Or if you be, 'tis at your own adventure. You have the outside of a pretty Gentleman, But by my troth your inside is but barren; 'tis not a face I only am in love with, Nor will I say your face is excellent, A reasonable hunting face to court the wind with; Nor th' are not words unless they be well placed too, Nor your sweet Dam me's, nor your hired verses, Nor telling me of Clothes, nor Coach and horses, No nor your visits each day in new suits, Nor your black patches you wear variously, Some cut like stars, some in half Moons, some Lozenges, (All which but show you still a younger brother.) Gramercy Wench thou hast a noble soul too. Nor your long travails, nor your little knowledge, Can make me dote upon you. Faith go study, And glean some goodness, that you may show manly, Your brother at my suit I'm sure will teach you, Or only study how to get a wife Sir, Y'are cast far behind, 'tis good you should be melancholy, It shows likes a Gamester that had lost his money, And 'tis the fashion to wear your arm in a scarf Sir, For you have had a shrewd cut o'er the fingers. But are y' in earnest? Yes, believe me father, You shall ne'er choose for me, y'are old and dim Sir, And th' shadow of the earth eclipsed your judgement, Y' have had your time without control dear father, And you must give me leave to take mine now Sir. This is the last time of asking, Will you set your hand too? This is the last time of answering, I will never.
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Old men are not immortall, as I take it, Is it, you looke for, youth and handsomnesse? I doe confesse my brother's a handsome Gentleman, But he shall give me leave to lead the way Lady, Can you love for love, and make that the reward? The old man shall not love his heapes of gold With a more doting superstition, Than Ile love you; The young man his delights, The merchant when he ploughs the angry sea up And sees the mountaine billowes falling on him, As if all Elements, and all their angers Were turn'd into one vow'd destruction; Shall not with greater joy imbrace his safety. Wee'll live together like two wanton Vines, Circling out soules and loves in one another, Wee'll spring together and weell beare one fruit, One joy shall make us smile, and one griefe mourne, One age goe with us, and one houre of death Shall shut our eyes, and one grave make us happy. And one hand seale the match, Ime yours for ever. Nay, stay, stay, stay. Nay certainly, tis done Sir. There was a contract. Onely conditionall, That if he had the Land, he had my love too; This Gentleman's the heire, and hee'll maintaine it. Pray be not angry Sir, at what I say; Or if you be, tis at your owne adventure. You have the outside of a pretty Gentleman, But by my troth your inside is but barren; Tis not a face I onely am in love with, Nor will I say your face is excellent, A reasonable hunting face to court the winde with; Nor th' are not words unlesse they be well plac'd too, Nor your sweet Dam mees, nor your hired verses, Nor telling me of Cloathes, nor Coach and horses, No nor your visits each day in new suites, Nor your blacke patches you weare variously, Some cut like starres, some in halfe Moones, some Lozenges, (All which but shew you still a younger brother.) Gramercy Wench thou hast a noble soule too. Nor your long travailes, nor your little knowledge, Can make me doate upon you. Faith goe study, And gleane some goodnesse, that you may shew manly, Your brother at my suite Ime sure will teach you, Or onely study how to get a wife Sir, Y' are cast farre behinde, tis good you should be melancholy, It shewes likes a Gamester that had lost his money, And tis the fashion to weare your arme in a skarfe Sir, For you have had a shrewd cut ore the fingers. But are y' in earnest? Yes, beleeve me father, You shall nere choose for me, y' are old and dimme Sir, And th' shadow of the earth ecclips'd your judgement, Y' have had your time without controwle deare father, And you must give me leave to take mine now Sir. This is the last time of asking, Will you set your hand too? This is the last time of answering, I will never.