Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.82 · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Castamela. Thy beauteous sister like a precious Tissue, Not shaped into a garment fit for wearing, Wants the adornments of the Workman's cunning To set the richness of the piece at view, Though in herself all wonder. Come I'll tell thee, Away there may be (know I love thee Livio) To fix this jewel in a Ring of gold, Yet lodge it in a cabinet of Ivory, White pure, unspotted Ivory, put case Livio himself shall keep the key on't? Oh Sir, Create me what you please of yours, do this, You are another Nature, Be then pliable. Be then pliable To my first rules of your advancement— See, Octavio my good Uncle, the great Marquess Of our Sienna comes as we could wish In private— Noble Sir My bosom's Secretary, My dearest, best loved Nephew. We have been thirsty In our pursuit— Sir her's a gentleman Desertful of your knowledge, and as covetous Of entertainment from it, you shall honour Your judgement, to intrust him to your favours, His merits will commend it. Gladly welcome. Your own worth is a herald to proclaim it: For taste of your preferment, we admit you The chief provisor of our Horse. Your bounty styles me your ever servant. he's our own, Surely, nay most persuadedly— my thanks Sir Owes to this just engagement. Slack no time To enter on your fortunes— thou art careful My Troylo in the study of a duty, His name is Livio! Livio my good Lord. Again y'are welcome to us, be as speedy Dear Nephew as thouart constant— men of parts, Fit parts and sound are rarely to be met with, But being met with, therefore to be cherished, With love and with supportance, while I stand, Livio can no way fall— Yet once more welcome. An honourable liberality, Timely disposed without delay or question, Commands a gratitude, is not this better Than waiting three or four months at livery, With cup and knee unto this chair of state, And to their painted Arras for a need From Goodman Usher, or the formal Secretary Especially the juggler with the purse, That pays some shares, in all a younger brother Sometimes an elder, not well trimmed i'th' head-piece, May spend what his friends left in expectation, Of being turned out of service for attendance Or marry a waiting woman, and be damned for't To open laughter, (and what's worth) old beggary, What thinks my Livio of this rise at first? Is't not miraculous. It seems the bargain, Was driven before between ye. 'Twas, and nothing Could void it, but the peevish resolution Of your dissent from goodness, as you call it, A Thin, a threadbare honesty, a virtue Without a living to't. I must resolve To turn my sister whore, speak a homeword, For my old Bachelor— Lord, so, is't not so? A trifle in respect of present means, Here's all— Be yet more confident, the slavery Of such an abject office, shall not tempt The freedom of my spirit, stand ingenious To thine own fate, and we will practise wisely Without the charge of scandal. May it prove so.
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Castamela. Thy beautious sister like a precious Tissue, Not shapt into a garment fit for wearing, Wants the adornments of the Workemans cunning To set the richnesse of the piece at view, Though in her selfe all wonder. Come Ile tell thee, Away there may be (know I love thee Livio) To fix this Iewell in a Ring of gold, Yet lodge it in a Cabanet of Ivory, White pure, unspotted Ivorie, put case Livio himselfe shall keepe the key on't? Oh Sir, Create me what you please of yours, doe this, You are another Nature, Be then pliable. Be then pliable To my first rules of your advancement—See, Octavio my good Uncle, the great Marquesse Of our Siena comes as we could wish In private—Noble Sir My bosomes Secretary, My dearest, best lov'd Nephew. We have beene thirsty In our pursuit—Sir her's a gentleman Desertfull of your knowledge, and as covetous Of entertainment from it, you shall honour Your judgment, to intrust him to your favours, His merits will commend it. Gladly welcome. Your own worth is a herald to proclaim it: For tast of your preferment, we admit you The chiefe provisor of our Horse. Your bounty Stiles me your ever servant. Hee's our owne, Surely, nay most perswadedly—my thanks Sir Owes to this just engagement. Slacke no time To enter on your fortunes—thou art carefull My Troylo in the study of a duty, His name is Livio! Livio my good Lord. Again y'are welcome to us, be as speedy Deare Nephew as th'art constant—men of parts, Fit parts and sound are rarelie to be met with, But being met with, therefore to be cherish'd, With love and with supportance, while I stand, Livio can no way fall— Yet once more welcome. An honourable liberality, Timely dispos'd without delay or question, Commands a gratitude, is not this better Then waiting three or foure months at livory, With cup and knee unto this chaire of state, And to their painted Arras for a need From Goodman Usher, or the formall Secretary Especially the Iugler with the purse, That paies some shares, in all a yonger brother Sometimes an elder, not well trim'd i'th head-piece, May spend what his friends left in expectation, Of being turned out of service for attendance Or marry a waiting woman, and be damb'd for't To open laughter, (and what's worth) old beggerie, What thinkes my Livio of this rise at first? Is't not miraculous. It seemes the bargaine, Was driven before betweene yee. 'Twas, and nothing Could void it, but the peevish resolution Of your dissent from goodnesse, as you call it, A Thin, a threadbare honesty, a vertue Without a living to't. I must resolve To turne my sister whore, speake a homeword, For my old Batchelor—Lord, so, i'st not so? A trifle in respect of present meanes, Here's all— Be yet more confident, the flaverie Of such an abject office, shall not tempt The freedome of my spirit, stand ingenious To thine owne fate, and we will practise wisely Without the charge of scandall. May it prove so.