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 0.84 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
My greater torment: come, come thou art modest; Heaven knows she may be desperate. A fair riddance, we have enough o'th' tribe, I am sorry I cannot Furnish her expedition with a pair Of my own Garters. I— of Athens grown, I know thou art more charitable, she may prove A happy wife, what woman but has frailty? Let her make the best on't, set up shop I'th' Strand, or Westminster, she may have custom, And come to speak most learnedly i'th' Nose Bid her keep quarter with the Constable. And Justice's clerk and she in time may purchase. She has a portion will maintain her like A gentlewoman and your wife. Where is't? In my possession, and I had rather thou Shouldst have it then another. Thank you heartily, A single life has single care, pray keep it. Come thou shalt know I love thee, thou shalt have More by a thousand pound, than I resolved To part with cause I would call thee cozen too; A brace of thousands Will, she has to her Portion, I hoped to put her off with half the sum; That's truth some younger brother would ha' thanked me, And given my quietus tush, 'tis frequent With men that are so trusted, is't a match, Two thousand pound will make a maidenhead That's crooked straight again. thouart in the right, Or for the better sound, as the Grammarians Say, I will call it twenty hundred pound by’r lady a pretty stock, enough and need be, To buy up half the maidenheads in a County. here's my hand i'll consider on't no further, Is she prepared? Leave that to me. No more. I'll instantly about it. Ha, ha. The project moves better than I expected, What pains he takes out of his ignorance? Oh! Sir I am glad I ha' found you. I was not lost. My Nephew, sir, my Nephew. What of him. He's undone, he's undone, you have undone him. What's the matter? You have made him, sir, so valiant I am afraid He's not long lived, he quarrels now with everybody And roars and domineers and shakes the pen-houses. A woman that sold pudding-pies, but took The wall on him, and he trips up her heels, And down fell all, the kennel ran pure whitepot What shall I do I fear he will be killed: I take a little privilege myself Because I threaten to disinherit him, But nobody else dares talk or meddle with him Is there no way to take him down again And make him coward? There are ways to tame him. Now I wish heartily you had beaten him For the hundred pound. That may be done yet is't not to late? but do you think 'twill humble him? I expect every minute he's abroad To hear he has killed somebody, or receive him Brought home with half his brains or but one leg. Good sir. What would you have me do?
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My greater torment: come, come thou art modest; Heaven knowes she may be desperate. A faire riddance, Wee have enough o'th tribe, I am sorrie I cannot Furnish her expedition with a paire Of my owne Garters. I— of Athens growne, I know thou art more charitable, shee may prove A happie wife, what woman but has frailty? Let her make the best on't, set up shop I'th Strand, or Westminster, she may have custome, And come to speake most learnedlie i'th Nose Bid her keepe quarter with the Constable. And Justices Clarke and shee in time may purchace. Shee has a portion will maintaine her like A gentlewoman and your wife. Where ist? In my possession, and I had rather thou Shouldst have it then another. Thanke you heartily, A single life has single care, pray keepe it. Come thou shalt know I love thee, thou shalt have More by a thousand pound, then I resolv'd To part with cause I wod call thee cozen too; A brace of thousands Will, shee has to her Portion, I hop'd to put her off with halfe the summe; That's truth some yonger brother wod ha thank'd mee, And given my quietus tush, 'tis frequent With men that are so trusted, i'st a match, Two thousand pound will make a maiden-head That's crooked straight agen. Th'art in the right, Or for the better sound, as the Grammarians Say, I will call it twentie hundred pound Belady a pretty stocke, enough and neede be, To buy up halfe the maiden-heads in a Countie. Heer's my hand i'le consider on't no further, Is shee prepar'd? Leave that to me. No more. I'le instantly about it. Ha, ha. The project moves better then I expected, What paines he takes out of his ignorance? Oh! Sir I am glad I ha fonud you. I was not lost. My Nephew, sir, my Nephew. What of him. He's undone, he's undone, you have undone him. What's the matter? You have made him, sir, so valiant I am afraid He's not long liv'd, he quarrells now with every body And rores and dominers and shak's the pen-houses. A woman that sold pudding-pies, but tooke The wall on him, and he trips up her heeles, And downe fell all, the kennell ranne pure white-pot What shall I doe I feare he will be kild: I take a little priviledge my selfe Because I threaten to disinherite him, But no body else dares talke or meddle with him Is there no way to take him downe agen And make him coward? There are wayes to tame him. Now I wish heartilie you had beaten him For the hundred pound. That may bee done yet I'st not to late? but do you thinke 'twill humble him? I expect every minute hee's abroad To heare he has kild some body, or receive him Brought home with halfe his braines or but one legg. Good sir. What wod you have me doe?