Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.89 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
I apprehend; And thus I satisfy you, we that had Our breeding from a Trade, cits as you call us, Though we hate gentlemen ourselves, yet are Ambitious, to make all our children gentlemen, In three generations they return again, We for our children purchase Land, they brave it I'th' Country, begets children, and they sell, Grow poor, and send their sons up to be Prentices: There is a whirl in fate, the Courtiers make Us cuckolds; mark, we wriggle into their Estates, poverty makes their children Citizens; Our sons cuckold them, a circular justice, The World turns round, but once more to the purpose. To your Nephew. This Nephew of mine, I do love dearly; He is all my care, I would be loath to lose him, And to preserve him both in life, and honour: I come to you. Now you come to me indeed, sir. What shall I give you, sir, to let him— What? Pray be not angry. By no means. There is no such security i'th' World, I'll pay for't heartily. For what? What shall I give you troth, and let him. What? Beat you, sir? How? Nay do not, sir, mistake me, for although I name it, caursely I desire it should be With your consent, no otherwise; my Nephew Is raw, and wants opinion, and the talk Of such a thing, to beat a gentleman, That all the Towns afraid of, would be worth In's credit, heaven knows what, alas you cannot Blame a kind Uncle, to desire all means To get his Nephew fame, and keep him safe, And this were such a way. To have me beaten. Y'are i'th' right, but do not misconceive me, Under your favour, my intention is not He should much hurt you, if you please to let him Quarrel, or so at Tavern, or where else You shall think fit, and throw a pottle-pot— At my head. Yes, or say it be a quart, still under your correction, Only that some of your acquaintance and Gentlemen may take notice, that he dares Affront you, and come off with honour handsomely, Look her's a hundred pieces, tell, 'em i'th' Ordinary theyare weight upon my credit, play 'em not Against light gold, this is the Prologue to My thanks, beside my Nephew shall in private Acknowledge himself beholding. A hundred pieces! I want money. Right. You give me this to let your Nephew beat me. Pray take me w'ee, I do not mean he should By beating, hurt you dangerously, you may Contrive the quarrel, so that he may draw Some blood, or knock you, o'er the pate, and so forth, And come of bravely, this is all. Well, sir, You do not mean, you say he should endanger My life or limbs; all you desire, if I Mistake not, is to get your Nephew credit, That being fleshed, he may walk securely, and be held Valiant by gaining honour upon me. You understand me right. I'll put it up, Pray send your Nephew to me, we'll agree.
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I apprehend; And thus I satisfie you, we that had Our breeding from a Trade, cits as you call us, Though we hate gentlemen our selves, yet are Ambitious, to make all our children gentlemen, In three generations they returne agen, We for our children purchase Land, they brave it I'th Countrie, begets children, and they sell, Grow poore, and send their sonnes up to be Prentises: There is a whirle in fate, the Courtiers make Us cuckolds; marke, we wriggle into their Estates, poverty makes their children Citizens; Our sonnes cuckold them, a circular justice, The World turnes round, but once more to the purpose. To your Nephew. This Nephew of mine, I do love deerly; He is all my care, I would be loth to loose him, And to preserve him both in life, and honor: I come to you. Now you come to me indeede, sir. What shall I give you, sir, to let him — What? Pray be not angry. By no meanes. There is no such security i'th World, I'le pay for't heartily. For what? What shall I give you troth, and let him. What? Beate you, sir? How? Nay do not, sir, mistake me, for although I name it, caursely I desire it should be With your consent, no otherwise; my Nephew Is raw, and wants opinion, and the talke Of such a thing, to beate a gentleman, That all the Townes afraid of, would bee worth In's credit, heaven knowes what, alas you cannot Blame a kinde Uncle, to desire all meanes To get his Nephew fame, and keepe him safe, And this were such a way. To have me beaten. Y'are i'th right, but doe not misconceive me▪ Under your favour, my intention is not He should much hurt you, if you please to let him Quarrell, or so at Taverne, or where else You shall thinke fit, and throw a pottle-pot— At my head. Yes, or say it be a quart, still under your correction, Onely that some of your acquaintance and Gentlemen may take notice, that he dares Affront you, and come off with honor handsomelie, Looke her's a hundred peeces, tell, 'em i'th Ordinarie Th'are weight upon my credit, play 'em not Against light gold, this is the Prologue to My thanks, beside my Nephew shall in private Acknowledge himselfe beholding. A hundred peces! I want mony. Right. You give me this to let your Nephew beate me. Pray take me w'ee, I do not meane he should By beating, hurt you dangerouslie, you may Contrive the quarrell, so that he may draw Some blood, or knocke you, o're the pate, and so forth, And come of bravelie, this is all. Well, sir, You doe not meane, you say hee should endanger My life or limbes; all you desire, if I Mistake not, is to get your Nephew credit, That being flesh'd, he may walke securelie, and be held Valiant by gayning honor upon mee. You understand me right. I'le put it up, Pray send your Nephew to me, weele agree.