Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Do, but return you with him, I have business with both. To hear us join in our opinion, of what's o'clock, they talk of Endymion, now could I sleep three lives. When other men measure the hours with sleep, Careless of what they are, and whom they trust, Exposing their condition to danger Of plots, I wake, and wisely think prevention, Night was not made to snore in, but so calm For our imaginations, to be stirring About the world, this subtle world, this world Of plots, and close conspiracy, there is No faith in man, nor woman, where's this Dormant? Here is the sleepy vermin. Oh come hither; sirrah, where's your Lady? Out all this night at play sir, All night, there's some plot, but I am safe At home, your gaming Ladies are strange Whirligigs, But while she plays, and revels with the gallants, Here I am cabled up, above their shot, And see in my imagination all there plots, Nay, we are the quietest couple, never meet, No, not abed, there may be plots in that, This part o'th' house is mine, and here I walk And see the soul, the very soul o'th' world. It has been Day this two hours. Then 'tis time for me to go to bed. Would my hour were come once. Keep out day light, and set up a fresh taper, By that time we have dined, he'll have slept his first sleep. And after supper call for his breakfast. you're sure 'tis morning? As sure as I am sleepy— And that your Ladies not come in? As sure as I have the Key. Is my Niece ready? Two hours ago sir. So earlie? there may be a plot in that, say Her uncle would speak with her, I use every morning, Before I go to bed, to give her counsel, In her husband's absence, she is young, and handsome, And there be plots i'th' world. Dormant, come hither. What Gentlemen do frequently come hither? Who does visit her most? My Lady sir? My Niece Jacintha sirrah, for my wife I will let her alone of purpose yet, To mind her game, shuffle, and cut, and dice, And dance the brawls, they cannot cozen me. Say my intelligence, who does visit most My Kinswoman? The gay Lords often with her. Who? He that comes every morning like S. George. Ha! I do not say to mount her, the Lord— Fitzaverice. The same, sir he's the most bountiful Gentleman and makes us all so pray for him. More plots, he has a vast estate, and though Fame speak him noble, I suspect he loves her. He has my nephew's Land in mortgage too. A mere device, I fathom it, come hither, Let not the arras hear us, say what prank Of mischief, has he done, he should be bountiful To thee? on what suspicion canst deserve it? Come be ingenious, and confess.
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Doe, but returne you with him, I have businesse with both. To heare us joyne in our opinion, of what's a clocke, they talke of Endimion, now could I sleepe three lives. When other men measure the howers with sleepe, Careles of what they are, and whom they trust, Exposing their condition to danger Of plotts, I wake, and wiselie thinke prevention, Night was not made to snore in, but so calme For our imaginations, to be stirring About the world, this subtle world, this world Of plotts, and close conspiracie, there is No faith in man, nor woman, wher's this Dormant? Here is the sleepie vermine. Oh come hither; surra, wher's your Ladie? Out all this night at play sir, All night, ther's some plot, but I am safe At home, your gaming Ladies are strange Whirligigs, But while she plaies, and revells with the gallants, Here I am cabled up, above their shott, And see in my imagination all there plotts, Nay, we are the quietest couple, never meet, No▪ not a bed, there may be plotts in that, This part o'th house is mine, and here I walke And see the soule, the verie soule o'th world. It has bin Daie this two howers. Then tis time for me to goe to bed. Would my hower were come once. Keepe out daie light, and set up a fresh taper, By that time we have din'd, he'le have slept his first sleepe. And after supper call for his breake-fast. Yo're sure 'tis morning? As sure as I am sleepie— And that your Ladies not come in? As sure as I have the Key. Is my Neece readie? Two howers agoe sir. So earlié? there may bee a plott in that, say Her uncle would speake with her, I use every morning, Before I goe to bed, to give her counsell, In her husbands absence, shee is young, and hansome, And there be plottsith world. Dormant, come hither. What Gentlemen doe frequentlie come hither? Who does visit her most? My Ladie sir? My Neece Iaintha sirra, for my wife I will let her alone of purpose yet, To minde her game, shuffle, and cut, and dice, And daunce the brawles, they cannot cosen me. Say my intelligence, who does visit most My Kins-woman? The gay Lords often with her. Who? He that comes everie morning like S. George. Ha! I do not saie to mount her, the Lord— Fitzaverice. The same, sir hee's the most bountifull Gentleman and makes us all soe praie for him. More plotts, he has a vast estate, and though Fame speake him noble, I suspect he loves her. He has my Nephews Land is morgage too. A mere device, I adome it, come hither, Let not the arras heare us, saie what pranke Of mischeife, has he done, he should be bountifull To thee? on what suspition canst deserve it? Come be ingenious, and confesse.