Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 454 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Thence to th'exchange. No, to the Tavern Father. Be a good husband boy, follow my counsel. Your counsel? No dad, take you mine And be a good fellow— shall we go and roar? 'Slid Father I shall never live to spend That you have got already— Pox of attorneys, Merchants, and Scriveners, I would hear you talk Of Drawers, Punks, and Panders. Prodigal child! Thou dost not know the sweets of getting wealth. Nor you the pleasure that I take in spending it. To feed on Caviar, and eat Anchovies! Asotus, my dear son, talk not to me Of your Anchovies, or your Caviar. No, feed on Widows, have each meal an Orphan Served to your Table, or a glibery heir With all his lands melted into a mortgage. The Gods themselves feed not on such fine dainties, Such fatting, thriving diet. Trust me Sir, I am ashamed la— now to call you Father, ne'er trust me now I'am, come be a Gentleman: One of your haveings, and thus cark and care? Come, I will send for a whole coach or two Of Bankside Ladies, and we will be jovial! Shall the World say you pine and pinch for nothing? Well do your pleasure, keep me short of moneys, When you are dead, as dye I hope you must, I'll make a shift to spend one half at least Ere you are coffined, and the other halfe Ere you are fully laid into your grave. Were not you better help away with some of it? But you will starve yourself, that when y'are rotten, One— Have at all of mine may set it flying. And I will have your bones cut into dice, And make you guilty of the spending of it: Or I will get a very handsome bowl Made of your scull, to drink't away in healths. That's not the way to thrive! No sit and brood On thy estate, as yet it is not hatched Into maturity. Marry I will brood upon it, And hatch it into chickens, capons, hens, Larks, thrushes, quails, woodcocks, snites & pheasants The best that can be got for love or money. There is no life to drinking! O yes, yes, Exaction, usury, and oppression. Twenty i'th' hundred is a very Nectar. And wilt thou, wasteful lad, spend in a supper What I with sweat and labour, care and industry Have been an age a scraping up together? No, no Asotus, trust gray-head experience; As I have been an ox, a painful ox, A diligent, toiling, and laborious ox To plow up Gold for thee; so I would have thee— Be a fine silly Ass to keep it. Be a good watchful Dragon to preserve it.
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Thence to th'exchange. No, to the Taverne Father. Be a good husband boy, follow my counsell. Your counsell? No dad, take you mine And be a good fellow—shall we goe and roare? Slid Father I shall never live to spend That you have got already—Poxe of atturneys, Merchants, and Scriveners, I would heare you talke Of Drawers, Punks, and Panders. Prodigall child! Thou dost not know the sweets of getting wealth. Nor you the pleasure that I take in spending it. To feed on Caveare, and eate Anchoves! Asotus, my dear sonne, talke not to me Of your Anchoves, or your Caveare. No, feed on Widdowes, have each meale an Orphan Serv'd to your Table, or a glibbery heire With all his lands melted into a morgage. The Gods themselves feed not on such fine dainties, Such fatting, thriving diet. Trust me Sir, I am asham'd la—now to call you Father, Ne're trust me now I'am, come be a Gentleman: One of your haveings, and thus carke and care? Come, I will send for a whole coach or two Of Bankside Ladies, and wee will be Ioviall! Shall the World say you pine and pinch for nothing? Well doe your pleasure, keep me short of monies, When you are dead, as dye I hope you must, Ile make a shift to spend one halfe at least Ere you are coffin'd, and the other halfe Ere you are fully laid into your grave. Were not you better help away with some of it? But you will starve your selfe, that when y'are rotten, One—Have at all of mine may set it flying. And I will have your bones cut into dice, And make you guilty of the spending of it: Or I will get a very handsome bowle Made of your scull, to drink't away in healths. That's not the way to thrive! No sit and brood On thy estate, as yet it is not hatch'd Into maturity. Marry I will brood upon it, And hatch it into chickens, capons, hens, Larks, thrushes, quailes, wood-cocks, snites & phesants The best that can be got for love or mony. There is no life to drinking! O yes, yes, Exaction, usury, and oppression. Twenty i'th' hundred is a very Nectar. And wilt thou, wastfull lad, spend in a supper What I with sweat and labour, care and industrie Have been an age a scraping up together? No, no Asotus, trust gray-head experience; As I have been an oxe, a painfull oxe, A diligent, toyling, and laborious oxe To plow up Gold for thee; so I would have thee— Be a fine silly Asse to keepe it. Be a good watchfull Dragon to preserve it.