Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Before when you denied your Daughter to me 'Twas Fortune's fault, not mine, but since good Fate Or rather Aegon, better far than Fate Hath raised me up to what you aimed at, riches, I see not with what countenance you can Coin any second argument against me. Come, no matter for that: Yes, I could wish you were less eloquent, You have a vice called Poesy which much Displeaseth me, but no matter for that neither. Alas! he'll leave that straight When he has got but money; he that swims In Tagus, never will go back to Helicon. beside, when he hath married Hylace Whom should he woo, to praise her comely feature, Her skin like falling snow, her eyes like stars, Her cheeks like roses (which are common places Of all your lovers praises) ôh! those vanities, Things quite as light, and foolish as a Mistress, Are by a Mistress first begot, and left When they leave her. Why do you think that Poesy An art which even the Gods— Pox on your arts, Let him think what he will; what's that to us? Well, I would gladly have an answer of you, Since I have made Palaemon here my son, If you conceive your Daughter is so good, we will not press you, but seek out some other Who may perhaps please me and him as well. Which is impossible'— Rot on your possibles— Thy mouth like a cracked fiddle never sounds But out of tune; Come, put on Truga You'll never speak unless I show the ring. Yes, yes, I do, I do; Do ye hear sweet heart? Are you mad to fling away a fortune That's thrust upon you, you know Aegon's rich. Come, no matter for that, That's thrust upon me? I would fain see any man Thrust aught upon me; but's no matter for that, I will do that which I intend to do, And 'tis no matter for that neither, that's thrust upon me? Come, what say you Melarnus? What say I? 'tis no matter what I say, I'll speak to Aegon, if I speak to any, And not to you; but no matter for that; Hark you, will you leave all the means you have To this Palaemon? I Duck, he says he will. Pish, 'tis no matter for that, I'll hear him say so. I will, and here do openly protest, That since my Bellula (mine that was once) Thinks herself wiser than her father is, And will be governed rather by her passions, Then by the square that I prescribe to her, That I will never count her as my Daughter. Well acted by God Pan, see but what 'tis To have me for a tutor in these rogueries. But tell me now, good neighbour, what estate Do you intend to give him?
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Before when you denyed your Daughter to me 'Twas Fortunes fault, not mine, but since good Fate Or rather Aegon, better farre then Fate Hath raysd me up to what you aym'd at, riches, I see not with what countenance you can Coyne any second argument against me. Come, no matter for that: Yes, I could wish you were lesse eloquent, You have a vice call'd Poesie which much Displeaseth me, but no matter for that neither. Alas! hee'le leave that straight When he has got but money; he that swims In Tagus, never will goe back to Helicon. besides, when he hath maried Hylace Whom should he wooe, to praise her comely feature, Her skin like falling snow, her eyes like starres, Her cheekes like roses (which are common places Of all your lovers praises) ôh! those vanities, Things quite as light, and foolish as a Mistris, Are by a Mistris first begot, and left When they leave her. Why doe you thinke that Poesie An art which even the Gods— Pox on your arts, Let him thinke what he will; what's that to us? Well, I would gladly have an answer of you, Since I have made Palaemon here my sonne, If you conceive your Daughter is so good, Wee will not presse you, but seeke out some other Who may perhaps please me and him aswell. Which is impossi' — Rot on your possibles — Thy mouth like a crackt fiddle never sounds But out of tune; Come, put on Truga You'le never speake unlesse I shew the ring. Yes, yes, I doe, I doe; Doe yee heare sweet heart? Are you madde to fling away a fortune That's thrust upon you, you know Aegon's rich. Come, no matter for that, That's thrust upon me? I would faine see any man Thrust ought upon me; but's no matter for that, I will doe that which I intend to doe, And 'tis no matter for that neither, that's thrust upon me? Come, what say you Melarnus? What say I? 'tis no matter what I say, I'le speake to Aegon, if I speake to any, And not to you; but no matter for that; Harke you, will you leave all the meanes you have To this Palaemon? I Duck, he sayes he will. Pish, 'tis no matter for that, Ile heare him say so. I will, and here doe openly protest, That since my Bellula (mine that was once) Thinkes her selfe wiser then her father is, And will be govern'd rather by her passions, Then by the square that I prescribe to her, That I will never count her as my Daughter. Well acted by God Pan, see but what 'tis To have me for a tutor in these rogueries. But tell me now, good neighbour, what estate Doe you intend to give him?