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 0.80 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Well, Nephew, at my return As I hear of your carriage, you do know What my intentions are; and for a Token How much I trust your reformation, Take this key of my Countinghouse, and spend Discreetly in my absence. Farewell. Nay No tears; I'll be here sooner than you think on't cipher you know what you have to do. I warrant you, Sr. Tears? yes my melting eyes shall run, but it Shall be such tears as shall increase the tide To carry you from hence. Come Mr Plotwell shall I Read to you this morning. Read what? how the price. Of sugar goes, how many pints of Olives Go to a jar, how long wine works at sea, What difference is in gain between fresh herrings And herrings red? This is fine, ha' you Forgot your Uncle's charge? Prithee what was't? To learn the Tongues & Mathematics. Troth If I have tongue enough to say my prayers Ith' phrase o'th' Kingdom I care not; otherwise I'm for no tongues but dried ones, such as will Give a fine relish to my bacharach; and for Mathematics, I hate to travail by the Map, methinks 'tis riding post. I knew 'twould come to this. Here be his Comrades. What my Fleetstreet friends? SAve you Merchant Plotwell. Mr Plotwell Citizen and Merchant, save you. Is thy Uncle Gone the wished voyage? Yes, he's gone, and if He die by th' way hath bequeathed me but some Twelve hundred pound a year in Kent, some three- Score thousand pound in money, besides Jewels, Bonds, And desperate debts. And dost not thou fall down And pray to th' winds to sacrifice him to Poor John and mackerel? Or invoke some rock To do thee justice? Or some compendious Canon To take him off i'th' middle? And why my tender soft-hearted friends? What to take thee from the Temple To make thee an old Juryman, a Whittington? To transform thy plush to pennystone, and scarlet Into a velvet Jacket which hath seen Aleppo twice, is known to the great Turk, Hath scaped three shipwracks to be left off to thee, And knows the way to Mexico as well as the Map? This Jacket surely was employed in finding The North-east passage out. Or the same Jacket That Coryat died in. Very good. In Ovid There is not such a Metamorphosis As thou art now. To be turned into a tree Or some handsome beast is courtly to this. But for thee, Frank, O Transmutation! Of Satin changed to kersey hose I sing. Slid his shoes shine too. They have the Gresham die. Dost thou not dress thyself by 'em? I can see My face in them hither. Very pleasant Gentlemen. And faith for how many years art thou bound? Do you take me for a prentice? Why then what office Dost thou bear in the parish this year? Let's feel, No batteries in thy head to signify thouart Constable?
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Well, Nephew, at my return As J heare of your carriage, you doe know What my intentions are; and for a Token How much I trust your reformation, Take this key of my Counting-house, and spend Discreetly in my absence. Farwell. Nay No teares▪ Ile be here sooner then you think on't Cypher you know what you have to do. I warrant you, Sr. Teares? yes my melting eyes shall run, but it Shall be such teares as shall encrease the tide To carry you from hence. Come Mr Plotwell shall I Read to you this morning. Read what? how the price. Of sugar goes, how many pints of Olives Goe to a jarre, how long wine workes at sea, What difference is in gaine betweene fresh herrings And herrings red? This is fine, ha you Forgot your Uncles charge? Prithee what was't? To learne the Tongues & Mathematiques. Troth If I have tongue enough to say my prayers Ith' phrase oth' Kingdome J care not; otherwise I'me for no tongues but dry'd ones, such as will Give a fine rellish to my backragg; and for Mathematiques, I hate to travail by the Map, Me thinks Tis riding post. I knew twould come to this. Here be his Camerades. What my Fleetstreet friends? SAve you Merchant Plotwell. Mr Plotwell Citizen and Merchant, save you. Is thy Uncle Gone the wisht voyage? Yes, he's gone, and if He dye by th' way hath bequeathd me but some Twelve hundred pound a yeare in Kent, some three- Score thousand pound in money, besides Jewels, Bonds, And desperate debts. And dost not thou fall downe And pray to th' windes to sacrifice him to Poore John and Mackrell? Or invoke some rock To doe thee justice? Or some compendious Canon To take him off ith' middle? And why my tender Softhearted friends? What to take thee from the Temple To make thee an old Juryman, a Whittington? To transforme thy plush to pennystone, and scarlet Into a velvet Jacket which hath seene Aleppo twice, is knowne to the great Turke, Hath scapt three shipwracks to be left off to thee, And knowes the way to Mexico as well as the Map? This Jacket surely was imploy'd in finding The Northeast passage out. Or the same Jacket That Coryat died in. Very good. In Ovid There is not such a Metamorphosis As thou art now. To be turnd into a tree Or some handsome beast is courtly to this. But for thee, Franck, O Transmutation! Of Satin chang'd to Kersy hose I sing. Slid his shooes shine too. They have the Gresham dye. Dost thou not dresse thy selfe by 'em? I can see My face in them hither. Very pleasant Gentlemen. And faith for how many yeares art thou bound? Doe you take me for a prentice? Why then what office Dost thou beare in the parish this yeare? Let's feele, No batteries in thy head to signifie Th'art Constable?