Mayne, Jasper · published 1639 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638(?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · before the Court T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.86 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
You told me Mr Warehouse. Not the sea When it devoured my ships cost me so much As did his vanities. A voyage to th' Indyes Has been lost in a night. His daily suits Were worth more than the stock that set me up. For which he knew none but the silkman's book, And studied that more than the Law. He had His Loves too, and his Mistresses; was entered Among the philosophical Madams, was As great with them as their Concerners, and I hear Kept one of them in pension. My son too Hath had his Errors; I could tell the time When all the wine which I put off by whole sale He took again in quarts, and at the day Vintners have paid me with his large scores. But He is reformed too. Sir, we now are friends In a design. And hope to be in time Friends in Alliance, Sir. I'll be free, I think well of your son. Who, Timothy? believe't a virtuous boy, and for his sister A very Saint. Mistake me not, I have The like opinion of my Nephew, Sir, Yet he is young, and so is your son, nor Doth the Church-book say they are past our fears. Our presence is their bridle now: 'tis good To know them well whom we do make our Heirs. It is most true. Well, and how shall we know How They will use their fortune, or what place We have in their affection without trial? Some wise men build their own Tombs, let us try If we were dead whether our Heirs would cry, Or their long cloaks: this plot will do't. 'twill make us Famous upon the Exchange for ever. I'll home And take leave of my wife and son. And I'll Come to you at your Garden house within there. NOw cipher, where's my Nephew? In the Hall Reading a letter which a footman brought Just now to him from a Lady Sir. A Lady? Yes, Sir, a Lady in distress; for I Could overhear the fellow say she must Sell her Coach Horses, and return again To her Needle, if your Nephew not supply her With money. This is some honourable seamstress. I'm now confirmed: They say he keeps a Lady, And this is she. well cipher, 'tis too late To change my project now. Be sure you keep A Diary of his Actions, strictly mark What company comes to him, if he stir Out of my house observe the place he enters. Watch him till he come out: follow him disguised To all his haunts. He shall not want a spy Sir. But Sir when you are absent if he draw not A Lattice to your door, and hang a bush out— I hope he will not make my house a Tavern.
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You told me Mr Warehouse. Not the sea When it devour'd my ships cost me so much As did his vanities. A voyage to th' Indyes Has been lost in a night. His dayly suits Were worth more then the stock that set me up. For which he knew none but the Silk-mans book, And studied that more then the Law. He had His Loves too, and his Mistresses; was enterd Among the philosophicall Madams, was As great with them as their Concerners, and I heare Kept one of them in pension. My sonne too Hath had his Errours; I could tell the time When all the wine which I put off by whole sale He took againe in quarts, and at the day Vintners have paid me with his large scores. But He is reformed too. Sr, we now are friends In a designe. And hope to be in time Friends in Allyance, Sir. Ile be free, I think well of your sonne. Who, Timothy? Believ't a vertuous boy, and for his sister A very Saint. Mistake me not, I have The like opinion of my Nephew, Sir, Yet he is young, and so is your sonne, nor Doth the Church-book say they are past our feares. Our presence is their bridle now: Tis good To know them well whom we doe make our Heires. It is most true. Well, and how shall wee knowe How They will use their fortune, or what place We have in their affection without tryall? Some wise men build their own Tombes, let us try If we were dead whether our Heires vvould cry, Or their long clokes: this plot vvill do't. Twill make us Famous upon the Exchange for ever. Ile home And take leave of my vvife and sonne. And Ile Come to you at your Garden house▪ vvithin there. NOvv Cypher, where's my Nephew? In the Hall Reading a letter vvhich a footman brought Just now to him from a Lady Sir. A Lady? Yes, Sir, a Lady in distresse; for I Could overheare the fellow say she must Sell her Coach Horses, and returne againe To her Needle, if your Nephew not supply her With mony. This is some honourable seamstresse. I'me now confirmd: They say he keeps a Lady, And this is she. well Cypher, tis too late To change my project now. Be sure you keep A Diary of his Actions, strictly marke What company comes to him, if he stirre Out of my house observe the place he enters. Watch him till he come out: follow him disguised To all his haunts. He shall not want a spy Sir. But Sir when you are absent if he draw not A Lattice to your doore, and hang a bush out— I hope he will not make my house a Taverne.