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 0.83 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Surely myself, cipher his Factor, and an ancient Cat, Did keep strict diet, had our Spanish fare, four Olives among three. My Uncle would Look fat with fasting; I ha' known him surfeit Upon a bunch of Raisins, swoon at sight Of a whole joint, and rise an Epicure From half an Orange. Gentlemen 'tis false. Cast off your Cloud. D'you know me, Sir? My Uncle! And do you know me, Sir? My Father! Nay, We'll open all the plot, reveal yourself. cipher the waterman! Salewit away; I feel a tempest coming. Are you struck With a Torpedo Nephew? ha' you seen too A Gorgon's head that you stand speechless? or Are you a fish in earnest? It begins to thunder. We will make bold to take our leaves. What is Your Captain fled? Nay Gentlemen, forsake Your Company? Sir, we wave business. Troth It is not kindly done. Now, Mr Seathrift, You see what Mourners we had had, had we Been wracked in earnest. My grieved Nephew here Had made my cellar flow with tears, my wines Had charged glass ordinance, our funerals had been Bewailed in pottle draughts. And at our graves Your Nephew and my Son had made a Panegyric, And opened all our virtues. Ungrateful Monster. Unnatural villain. Thou Enemy to my blood. Thou worse than Parricide. Next my sins I do Repent I am thy Uncle. And I thy Father. Death O my soul, did I when first thy Father Broke in estate, and then broke from the Counter Where Mr Seathrift laid him in the hole, For debt among the ruins of the City, And Trades like him blown up, take thee from dust, Give thee free education, put thee in My own fair way of traffic; nay decree To leave thee Jewels, Land, my whole estate, Pardoned thy former wildness, and couldst thou sort thyself with none but idle Gallants, Captains, And Poets, who must plot before they eat, And make each meal a stratagem? Then could none But I be subject of thy impious scoffs? I swoon at sight of meat; I rise a Glutton From half an Orange; Wretch, forgetful wretch; Fore Heaven I count it treason in my blood That gives thee a relation. But I'll take A full revenge. Make thee my Heir? I'll first Adopt a slave, brought from some Galley; One Which Laws do put into the Inventory, And men bequeath in Wills with stools, & brass pots. One who shall first be household stuff, than my Heir. Or to defeat all thy large aims I'll marry; cipher, go find me Baneswright; he shall straight Provide me a wife. I will not stay to let My resolution cool. Be she a wench That every day puts on her Dowry, wears Her fortunes, has no portion, so she be Young and likely to be fruitful, I'll have her; By all that's good I will; this afternoon; I will about it straight.
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Surely my selfe, Cypher his Factor, and an ancient Cat, Did keepe strict diet, had our Spanish fare, Foure Olives among three. My Uncle would Look fat with fasting; I ha knowne him surfet Upon a bunch of Raysins, swoone at sight Of a whole joynt, and rise an Epicure From halfe an Orange. Gentlemen tis false. Cast off your Clowd. D'you know me, Sir? My Uncle! And doe you know me, Sir? My Father! Nay, We'l open all the plot, reveale your selfe. Cypher the waterman! Salewit away; I feele a tempest comming. Are you struck With a Torpedo Nephew? Ha you seen too A Gorgons head that you stand speechlesse? or Are you a fish in earnest? It begins to thunder. We will make bold to take our leaves. What is Your Captaine fled? Nay Gentlemen, forsake Your Company? Sir, we wave businesse. Troth It is not kindly done. Now, Mr Seathrift, You see what Mourners we had had, had we Been wrackt in earnest. My grievd Nephew here Had made my sellar flow with teares, my wines Had chargd glasse Ord'nance, our funeralls had been Bewaild in pottle draughts. And at our graves Your Nephew and my Sonne had made a Panegyrick, And opend all our vertues. Ungrateful Monster. Unnaturall villaine. Thou Enimy to my bloud. Thou worse then Parricide. Next my sinnes I doe Repent I am thy Uncle. And I thy Father. Death O my soule, did J when first thy Father Broke in estate, and then broke from the Counter Where Mr Seathrift laid him in the hole, For debt among the ruines of the City, And Trades like him blowne up, take thee from dust, Give thee free education, put thee in My own faire way of traffique; nay decree To leave thee Jewels, Land, my whole estate, Pardond thy former wildnesse, and couldst thou sort Thy selfe with none but idle Gallants, Captaines, And Poets, who must plot before they eat, And make each meale a stratagem? Then could none But J be subject of thy impious scoffes? I swoone at sight of meat; I rise a Glutton From halfe an Orange; Wretch, forgetfull wretch; Fore Heaven I count it treason in my bloud That gives thee a relation. But J'le take A full revenge. Make thee my Heyre? J'le first Adopt a slave, brought from some Gally; One Which Lawes doe put into the Inventory, And men bequeath in Wills with stooles, & brasse pots. One who shall first be houshold stuffe, then my Heyre. Or to defeat all thy large aimes J'le marry; Cypher, goe finde me Baneswright; he shall straight Provide me a wife. I will not stay to let My resolution coole. Be she a wench That every day puts on her Dowry, weares Her fortunes, has no portion, so she be Young and likely to be fruitfull, J'le have her; By all thats good I will; this afternoone; I will about it straight.