Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
You of late Sir, In me loved learning. True, but take me w'ye, Charles, 'twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches, And fought his battles in Compliments and Cringes, When's understanding waved in a flaunting feather, And his best contemplation looked no further Than a new fashioned doublet, I confess then The lofty noise your Greek made only pleased me, But now he's turned an Oliver and a Rowland, Nay the whole dozen of peers are bound up in him; Let me remember, when I was of his years I did look very like him, and did you see My picture as I was then, you would swear That gallant Eustace, (I mean, now he dares fight) Was the true substance and the perfect figure. Nay, nay, no anger, you shall have enough Charles. Sure Sir, I shall not need addition from him. Nor I from any, this shall decide my interest, Though I am lost to all deserving men, To all that men call good, for suffering tamely Insufferable wrongs, and justly slighted, By yielding to a minute of delay In my revenge, and from that made a stranger Unto my father's house and favour, one whelmed With all disgraces, yet I will mount upward, And force myself a fortune, though my birth And breeding do deny it. Seek not Eustace, By violence what will be offered to you, On easier composition; though I was not Allied unto your weakness, you shall find me A brother to your bravery of spirit, And one that not compelled to't by your sword, (Which I must never fear) will share with you, In all but Angellina. Nobly said Charles, And learn from my experience, you may hear reason And never maim your fighting; for your credit Which you think you have lost, spare Charles and swinge me, And soundly; three or four walking velvet cloaks. That wear no swords to guard 'em, yet deserve it, Thou art made up again. All this is lip-salve. It shall be Hearts-ease, Eustace, ere I've done; As for thy father's anger, now thou dar'st fight, ne'er fear't, for I've the dowcets of his gravity Fast in a string, and will so pinch and wring him, That spite of his authority, thou shalt make Thine own conditions with him. I'll take leave A little to consider. Here comes Andrew. But without his Comical and learned face, What sad disaster, Andrew? You may read Sir, A Tragedy in my face. Art thou in earnest? Yes, by my life Sir, and if now you help not, And speedily by force or by persuasion, My good old Master (for now I pity him) is Ruined for ever. Ha, my father! He Sir. By what means? speak. At the suit of Monsieur Lewis, His house is seized upon, and he in person Is under guard, (I saw it with these eyes Sir) To be conveyed to Paris, and there sentenced.
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You of late Sir, In me lov'd learning. True, but take me w'ye, Charles, Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches, And fought his battailes in Complements and Cringes, When's understanding wav'd in a flaunting feather, And his best contemplation look'd no further Than a new fashion'd doublet, I confesse then The lofty noise your Greeke made onely pleas'd me, But now hee's turn'd an Oliver and a Rowland, Nay the whole dozen of peeres are bound up in him; Let me remember, when I was of his yeeres I did looke very like him, and did you see My picture as I was then, you would sweare That gallant Eustace, (I meane, now he dares fight) Was the true substance and the perfect figure. Nay, nay, no anger, you shall have enough Charles. Sure Sir, I shall not need addition from him. Nor I from any, this shall decide my interest, Though I am lost to all deserving men, To all that men call good, for suffering tamely Insufferable wrongs, and justly sleighted, By yeelding to a minute of delay In my revenge, and from that made a stranger Unto my fathers house and favour, one wholm'd With all disgraces, yet I will mount upward, And force my selfe a fortune, though my birth And breeding doe deny it. Seeke not Eustace, By violence what will be offered to you, On easier composition; though I was not Allied unto your weaknesse, you shall finde me A brother to your bravery of spirit, And one that not compell'd to't by your sword, (Which I must never feare) will share with you, In all but Angellina. Nobly said Charles, And learne from my experience, you may heare reason And never maime your fighting; for your credit Which you thinke you have lost, spare Charles and swinge me, And soundly; three or foure walking velvet cloakes. That weare no swords to guard 'em, yet deserve it, Thou art made up againe. All this is lip-salve. It shall be Hearts-ease, Eustace, ere I've done; As for thy fathers anger, now thou dar'st fight, Nere feare't, for I've the dowcets of his gravity Fast in a string, and will so pinch and wring him, That spight of his authority, thou shalt make Thine owne conditions with him. Ile take leave A little to consider. Here comes Andrew. But without his Comicall and learned face, What sad disaster, Andrew? You may reade Sir, A Tragedy in my face. Art thou in earnest? Yes, by my life Sir, and if now you helpe not, And speedily by force or by persuasion, My good old Master (for now I pitie him) is Ruin'd for ever. Ha, my father! He Sir. By what meanes? speake. At the suite of Monsieur Lewis, His house is seiz'd upon, and he in person Is under guard, (I saw it with these eyes Sir) To be convey'd to Paris, and there sentenc'd.