The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 29 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Lord God you were so changed. So am I now From what I was of late: you can allow This habit well, but put my tother on, No congee then, your Lordship must be gone. You are my Summer-friend. Cousin, well met. You should have said well found For I was lost but late, dead, under ground Our Kindred was: when I redeemed my Land, They both revived, and both before you stand, Well, well, I know you now. And why not then? I am the same without all difference; when You saw me last, I was as rich, as good, Have no additions since of name, or blood; Only because I wore a threadbare suit, I was not worthy of a poor salute. A few good clothes put on with small ado, Purchase your knowledge, and your kindred too. You are my silken Uncle: oh my Lord, You are not in haste now? I have time to stay, To ask you how you do, being glad to hear Of your good fortune, your repurchased lands, And state much amplified. All this is true; ay but my Lord, let me examine you: Remember you a Contract that once passed Betwixt me and your daughter? here she stands. Sir, since you did unmortgage all your means, It came into my thoughts; trust me, before I could not call't to mind. Oh men's weak strength, That aim at worlds, when they but their mere length Must at their end enjoy: Thou then art mine, Of all that I have proved in poverty, The only test of virtue: what are these? Though they be Lords, but worldlings, men all earth. Thou art above them; virtuous, that's divine; Only thy heart is noble, therefore mine. And to be yours is to be what I wish; You were to me as welcome in your rags, As in these Silks. I never did examine The out side of a man, but I begin To censure first of that which grows within. Only for that I love thee: These are Lords That have bought Titles. Men may merchandise Wares, ay, and traffic all commodities From Sea to Sea, ay and from shore to shore, But in my thoughts, of all things that are sold, 'Tis pity Honour should be bought for gold. It cuts off all desert. Master, who's here? mine Host of the Ordinary? Your business sir? what by petition? fall'n to a little decay by trusting, and knowing your Worship ever a bountiful young Gentleman, I make bold to make my wants first known to you. Pray what's your suit? Only for a cast suit, or some small remuneration. And thou shalt have the suit I last put off: Fetch it me Cock. I shall Sir. fall'n to decay? I'll fit you in your kind. I have a suit to you Sir, and this it is.
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Lord God you were so chang'd. So am I now From what I was of late: you can allow This habite well, but put my tother on, No congie then, your Lordship must be gon. You are my Summer-friend. Cousin, well met. You should have said well found For I was lost but late, dead, under ground Our Kinred was: when I redeem'd my Land, They both reviv'd, and both before you stand, Well, well, I know you now. And why not then? I am the same without all difference; when You saw me last, I was as rich, as good, Have no additions since of name, or blood; Onely because I wore a thread-bare suite, I was not worthy of a poore salute. A few good cloaths put on with small adoo, Purchase your knowledge, and your kinred too. You are my silken Unkle: oh my Lord, You are not in haste now? I have time to stay, To aske you how you doe, being glad to heare Of your good fortune, your repurchast lands, And state much amplified. All this is true; Ey but my Lord, let me examine you: Remember you a Contract that once past Betwixt me and your daughter? here shee stands. Sir, since you did vnmorgage all your meanes, It came into my thoughts; trust me, before I could not call't to minde. Oh mens weake strength, That aime at worlds, when they but their meere length Must at their end enjoy: Thou then art mine, Of all that I have proov'd in poverty, The onely test of vertue: what are these? Though they be Lords, but worldlings, men all earth. Thou art above them; vertuous, that's divine; Onely thy heart is noble, therefore mine. And to be yours is to be what I wish; You were to me as welcome in your ragges, As in these Silkes. I never did examine The out side of a man, but I begin To censure first of that which growes within. Onely for that I love thee: These are Lords That have bought Titles. Men may merchandize Wares, ey, and trafficke all commodities From Sea to Sea, ey and from shore to shore, But in my thoughts, of all things that are sold, 'Tis pitty Honour should be bought for gold. It cuts off all desert. Master, who's here? mine Host of the Ordinary? Your businesse sir? what by petition? Falne to a little decay by trusting, and knowing your Worship ever a bountifull young Gentleman, I make bold to make my wants first knowne to you. Pray what's your suite? Onely for a cast suite, or some small remuneration. And thou shalt have the suite I last put off: Fetch it me Cock. I shall Sir. Falne to decay? I'le fit you in your kind. I have a suite to you Sir, and this it is.