Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.85 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Indeed it was my enemy whilst my elder brother lived. But since his death you are altered I must Confess it, for then the slenderness of your Annuity allowed you but the election of some One sin: I mean a cherished sin, whilst The others repined that thought themselves Of equal dignity, in time they had their turns, Yet singly still; but since your brother's Death You have shown yourself a grateful Gentleman, and recompensed those that have Suffered for you to the full. A pretty Satire this, to whip boys of nine: Yet still I tell thee, I am another in the opinion of the world. Another Heliogabalus thou wouldst be, Hadst thou his power; but by what conjuration can You bring me to think it? By reason, which is a spirit will hardly be Raised in you, but thus it is: whilst my brother Lived, my wildness was observed by— But now you walk in shades, recluse, and shut Up in your Coach, your painted Liveries Supposed Faries, and she that you were wont to Visit by the name of Madam Ruffiana, is now Your Aunt, all this I am perfect in; yet cannot Reach the mystery of your supposed disguise, You say doth Masque you. Hear me and be converted; I say I was Observed by those that were nearest in blood to me, And with fear too, lest the ruin of my Fortune might force them to supply my wants. This caused the Ague,; this the admonitions, and Frequent counsels; sometimes severe reproofs, Every one curling himself from any hopes of mine, They would assist me, and those gave largest counsels, That would give nothing else. Of this I am yet a sad party, and a witness too. Since my brother's death, the names of things Are changed, my riots are the bounties of my nature, Carelessness the freedom of my soul, My prodigality an easiness of mind proportioned To my fortune: believe me CLEON, this poverty Is that which puts a multiplying-glass upon our Faults, and makes'em swell, and fill the eye; Our crimes cry highest then, when they have brought us low. I have not known any condemned for playing, But for losing. True, and let it be thy rule for all things else. It this be certain, 'twill be long ere I be reputed virtuous. Thou'lt never be, unless it be this way. I prophesy, good CLEON. 'T is a sad story, pray let us leave it. Have you no Rivals? None present that I can fear, having her Father's firm consent EUGENIO, your Rival still continues banished. And I hope will, till I am full possessed of HERMIONE. Did you give him cause to draw upon you in th'garrison? Nor knew then any of offence, or his pretences, Which his folly looked I should divine; he met me on the guard, And drew upon me; we had a little scuffle, Were parted, and he banished for the insolence.
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Indeede it was my enemy whilst my elder brother liv'd. But since his death you are altred I must Confesse it, for then the slendernesse of your Annuity allowed you but the election of some One sinne: I meane a cherisht sin, whilst The others repin'd that thought themselves Of equall dignity, in time they had their turnes, Yet singly still; but since your brothers Death You have shewne your selfe a gratefull Gentleman, and recompenc'd those that have Suffred for you to the full. A pretty Satyre this, to whip boyes of nine: Yet still I tell thee, I am another in the opinion of the world. Another Heliogabalus thou wouldst be, Hadst thou his power; but by what conjuration can You bring me to thinke it? By reason, which is a spirit will hardly be Rais'd in you, but thus it is: whilst my brother Liv'd, my wildnesse was observed by — But now you walke in shades, recluse, and shut Up in your Coach, your painted Liveries Supposed Faries, and she that you were wont to Visit by the name of Madam Ruffiana, is now Your Aunt, all this I am perfit in; yet cannot Reach the mystery of your suppos'd disguise, You say doth Masque you. Heare me and be converted; I say I was Observed by those that were neerest in blood to me, And with feare too, least the ruine of my Fortune might force them to supply my wants. This caus'd the Ague,; this the admonitions, and Frequent counsels; sometimes severe reproofes, Every one curling himselfe from any hopes of mine, They would assist me, and those gave largest counsels, That would give nothing else. Of this I am yet a sad party, and a witnesse too. Since n y brothers death, the names of things Are changed, my ryots are the bounties of my nature, Carelesnesse the freedome of my soule, My prodigality an easenesse of mind proportion'd To my fortune: beleeve me CLEON, this proverty Is that which puts a multiplying-glasse upon our Faults, and makes'em swell, and fill the eye; Our crimes cry highest then, when they have brought us low. I have not knowne any condemn'd for playing, But for loosing. True, and let it be thy rule for all things else. It this be certain, 'twill be long ere I be reputed vertuous. Thou'lt never be, unlesse it be this way. I prophesie, good CLEON. 'T is a sad story, pray let us leave it. Have you no Rivals? None present that I can feare, having her Fathers firme consent EVGENIO, your Rivall still continues banisht. And I hope will, till I am full possessed of HERMIONE. Did you give him cause to draw upon you in th'garison? Nor knew then any of offence, or his pretences, Which his folly look'd I should devine; he met me on the guard, And drew upon me; we had a lettle scuffle, Were parted, and he banisht for the insolence.