Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.86 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
I more shame To fear my hospitality was bawd And (name it so) to your unchaste desires, Than you to hear and know it. Whose whore am I? For that's your plainest meaning. Were you modest, The word you uttered last would force a blush. Adurni is a bounteous Lord, 'tis said, He parts with gold and jewels like a free And liberal purchaser, a' wriggles in To ladies' pleasures by a right of pension; But you know none of this: You are grown a Tavern talk, Matter for fiddler's songs, I toil to build The credit of my family, and you To pluck up the foundation, even this morning Before the common Council, young Malfato Convented for some lands he held; supposed Belonged to certain Orphans, as I questioned His tenure in particulars, he answered, My worship needed not to flaw his right: For if the humour held him, he could make A jointure to my overliving Niece, Without oppression, bade me tell her too, She was a kind young soul, and might in time Be sued to by a loving man, no doubt. Here was a jolly breakfast. Uncles are privileged More than our parents, some wise man in state Hath rectified, no doubt, your knowledge sir, Whiles all the policy for public business, Was spent— for want of matter, I by chance Fell into grave discourse; but by your leave, I from a stranger's table rather wish To earn my bread, than from a friend's by gift, Be daily subject to unfit reproofs. Come, come, to the point. All the curses Due to a ravisher of sober truth, damn up their graceless mouths. Now you turn rampant, Just in the wenches trim and garb, these prayers Speak your devotions purely. Sir, alas, What would you have me do? I have no Orators, More than my tears, to plead my innocence, Since you forsake me, and are pleased to lend An open ear against my honest fame. Would all their spite could harry my contents Unto a desperate ruin; Oh dear goodness, There is a right for wrongs. There is, but first Sir in commission on your own defects, yourself: be your own jury, judge, And executioner, I make no sport Of my vexation. All the short remains Of undesired life, shall only speak Th'extremity of penance: your opinion enjoins it too. Enough; thy tears prevail Against credulity. My miseries, As in a glass, present me the rent face Of an unguided youth. No more— Trelcatic, Some business speeds you hither. Happy news, Signior Martino, pray your care; my nephew Auria hath done brave service: and I hear (let's be exceeding private) is returned High in the Duke of Florence's respects, 'tis said, but make no words that a' has firk And mumbled the roguy-turks. Why would you know His merits so unknown? I am not yet Confirmed at full, withdraw, and you shall read All what this paper talks.
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I more ſhame To feare my hoſpitality was bawd And (name it ſo) to your unchaſte deſires, Then you to heare and know it. Whoſe whore am I? For thats your plaineſt meaning. Were you modeſt, The word you utterd laſt would force a bluſh. Adurni is a bounteous Lord, tis ſayd, He parts with gold and jewels like a free And liberall purchaſer, a' wriggles in To Ladies pleaſures by a right of penſion; But you know none of this: You are growne a Taverne talke, Matter for Fidlers ſongs, I toyle to build The credit of my family, and you To pluck up the foundation, even this morning Before the common Councell, young Malfato Convented for ſome lands he held; ſuppoſ'd Belong'd to certaine Orphans, as I queſtion'd His tenure in particulars, he anſwerd, My worſhip needed not to flaw his right: For if the humour held him, he could make A joynture to my over-living Neece, Without oppreſſion, bad me tell her too, She was a kinde young ſoule, and might in time Be ſued to by a loving man, no doubt. Here was a jolly breakfaſt. Uncles are priviledged More than our parents, ſome wiſe man in ſtate Hath rectified, no doubt, your knowledge ſir, Whiles all the policie for publicke buſineſſe, Was ſpent—for want of matter, I by chance Fell into grave diſcourſe; but by your leave, I from a ſtrangers table rather wiſh To earne my bread, than from a friends by gift, Be daily ſubjct to unfit reproofes. Come, come, to the poynt. All the curſes Due to a raviſher of ſober truth, Dambe up their graceleſſe mouthes. Now you turne rampant, Iuſt in the wenches trimme and garbe, theſe prayers Speake your devotions purely. Sir, alas, What would you have me do? I haue no Orators, More than my teares, to plead my innocence, Since you forſake me, and are pleas'd to lend An open eare againſt my honeſt fame. Would all their ſpight could harry my contents Unto a deſperate ruine; Oh deare goodneſſe, There is a right for wrongs. There is, but firſt Si in commiſſion on your owne defects, Accufe your ſelfe: be your owne Iury, Iudge, And executioner, I make no ſport Of my vexation. All the ſhort remaines Of undeſired life, ſhall onely ſpeake Th▪extremitie of penance: your opinion Enjoynesit too. Enough; thy teares prevaile Againſt credulity. My miſeries, As in a glaſſe, preſent me the rent face Of an unguided youth. No more—Trelcatic, Some buſineſſe ſpeeds you hither. Happy newes, Signior Martino, pray your care; my nephew Auria hath done brave ſervice: and I heare (Lets be exceeding private) is returnd High in the Duke of Florences reſpects, Tis ſayd, but make no words that a' has firke And mumbl'd the roguie-Turkes. Why would you know His merits ſo unknowne? I am not yet Confirmd at full, withdraw, and you ſhall read All what this paper talkes.