The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 8 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Cousin, I know you, you have been an unthrift, And lavished what you had; had I so done, I might have ebbed like you, where I now flow. Yet I can purchase that, which all the wealth you have will never win you. And what's that I pray? Wit: is the word strange to you, wit? Whither wilt thou? True, Wit will to many ere it come to you. Feed you upon your purchase, I'll keep mine. Have you the wit to do't? I have wit to buy, And you to sell, which is the greater gain? Cousin I'll keep my wealth, keep you your brain. The wealth of Midas choke thee ere thouart old, And even the bread thou feedest on change to gold. My Lord, you hear how I pray for my Kindred, I have a little more charity for my friend: with you I have some business. I am in haste now. I pray you stay. Not now indeed. Pardon, for here's no way Before you hear me. Prithee be brief. Your daughter lives I hope. What's that to thee? Somewhat 'twill prove, ay and concerning me; Before I laid my fortunes on these wars. And was in hope to thrive, by your consent, Nay, by your motion our united hearts Were made more firm by contract; well you know We were betrothed. Sir, I remember't not. I do, and thus proceed: I was in hope to have raised my fortunes high, And with them to have pulled her by degrees Unto that eminence at which I aim: I ventured for it, but instead of wealth I purchased nought but wounds. Honour I had, And the repute of valour; but my Lord, These simply of themselves are naked Titles, Respectless, without price, and bombast wealth, And to the purblind world show seeming bad, Behold in me their shapes, they thus go clad. You said you would be brief. All that I had, I spent upon my Soldiers, we took no spoil. The wars have grated on me ev'n to this That you now see: Now my last refuge is, To raise myself by her. And spend her means As thou hast done thine own vile unthrift? no, I know no Contract. I have one to show. No matter; think'st thou that I'll vent my bags To suit in Satin him that Jets in rags? The world's all of one heart, this blaze I can, All love the money, none esteems the man. These be our friends at Court, and fine ones too, Are they not pray? where be our followers? Here noble Captain. You see how our friends grace us, what hopes we have to prefer you? I see sufficient: Captain, I will discharge myself, I mean to seek elsewhere for preferment. All leave me if you please; but him that stays, If e'er I mount, I'll with my fortunes raise. Captain, I desire your pass, I mean to march along with my Corporal. Wilt thou go too?
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Cousin, I know you, you have bin an unthrit, And lavisht what you had; had I so done, I might have bb'd like you, where I now flow. Yet I can purchase that, which all the wealth you have will never winne you. And what's that I pray? Wit: is the word strange to you, wit? Whither wilt thou? True, Wit will to many eeit come to you. Feed you upon your purchase, I'le keepe mine. Have you the wit to doo't? I have wit to buy, And you to sell, which is the greater gaine? Cousin I'le keepe my wealth, keep you your brain. The wealth of Mydas choak thee ere th'art old, And even the bread thou feed'st on change to gold. My Lord, you heare how I pray for my Kinred, I have a little more charity for my friend: with you I have some bsinesse. I am in haste now. I pray you stay. Not now indeed. Pardon, for here's no way Before you heare me. Prithee be briefe. Your daughter lives I hope. What's that to thee? Somewhat 'twill proove, e and concerning me; Before I laid my fortunes on these warres. And was in hope to thrive, by your conent, Nay, by your motion our united hearts Were made more firme by contract; well you know We were betroth'd. Sir, I remember't not. I doe, and thus proceed: I was in hope to have rais'd my fortunes high, And with them to have pull'd her by degrees Vnto that eminence at which I aime: I venter'd for it, but instead of wealth I purchast nought but wounds. Honour I had, And the repute of valour; but my Lord, These simply of themselves are naked Titles, Respectlesse, without price, and bombast wealth, And to the purblind world shew seeming bad, Behold in me their shapes, they thus goe clad. You said you would be briefe. All that I had, I spent upon my Soldiers, we tooke no spoile. The warres have grated on me ev'n to this That you now see: Now my last refuge is, To raise my selfe by her. And spend her meanes As thou hast done thine owne vile unthrift? no, I know no Contract. I have one to shew. No matter; think'st thou that I'le vent my bagges To suite in Sattin him that Jets in ragges? The world's all of one heart, this blaze I can, All love the money, none esteemes the man. These be our friends at Court, and fine ones too, Are they not pray? where be our followers? Here noble Captaine. You see how our friends grace us, what hopes we have to preferre you? I see sufficient: Captaine, I will discharge my selfe, I meane to seeke else-where for preferment. All leave me if you please; but him that stayes, If e're I mount, I'le with my fortunes raise. Captaine, I desire your pase, I meane to march along with my Corporall. Wilt thou goe too?