Mayne, Jasper · published 1639 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638(?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 489 words
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Why? I beseech you, Sir. Sir, were not you betrothed once to my daughter? And did not I, And Ms Holland help to make you sure? I do confess it. Bear witness, Gentlemen, He doth confess it. I'll swear it too, Sir. Why Then have you matched this woman? Why? because This is your Daughter, Sir, I'm hers by Conquest, For this day's service. Is't possible I should Be out in my own child so? I told you husband. Surely my spirit gave me it 'twas she. And yet to see, now you have not your Wire, Nor City Ruff on, Mistress Sue, how these Clothes do beguile. In truth I took you for A Gentlewoman. Here be rare plots indeed. Why how now, Sir, these young heads have outgone us. Was my Son o'th' plot too? Faith, Sir, he Is married too; I did strike up a wedding Between him and my sister, Look, Sir, They come without their Maiden heads. Why this Is better still. Now, Sir, you might have asked Consent of Parents. Pray forgive me, Sir. I thought I had match a Lady, but she proves— Much better, Sir; I'd chide you as a Fish But that your choice pleads for you. Mother pray Salute my wife, and tell me if one may not Lie with her lips; nay you too, Mr. Holland; You taught her to make Shirts and Bonelace; she's Out of her time now. I release her, Sir. I took your sister for a Lady, Nephew. I kept her like one, Sir, my Temple scores Went to maintain the Title, out of hope To gain some great match for her, which you see Is come to pass. Well, Mr Seathrift, things Are just fallen out as we contrived'em; I Grieve not I am deceived. Believe me, Gentlemen, You all did your parts well; 'twas carried cleanly; And though I could take some things ill of you Fair Mistress, yet 'twas plot, and I forget it; let's in and make 'em Portions. Lead the way, Sir. Pray stay a little. More Revelations yet? I all this while have stood behind the Curtain; You have a brother, Sir, and you a father. If he do live, I have. He in his time Was held the wealthiest Merchant on th' Exchange. 'tis true, but that his shipwracks broke him. And The debt for which he broke I hear you have Compounded. I am paid it. Then I thank you. My brother Plotwell! Son I wish you joy. O my blessed stars! my Father. And to you fair Mistress Let it not breed repentance that I have, For my security to scape your Father, A while descended from myself to this Unworthy shape. Now I can cast it off, And be my true self. I have a ship which fame Gave out for lost but just now landed too Worth twenty thousand pounds towards your Match.
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Why? I beseech you, Sir. Sir, were not you Betrotht once to my daughter? And did not I, And Ms Holland help to make you sure? I doe confesse it. Beare witnesse, Gentlemen, He doth confesse it. I'le sweare it too, Sir. Why Then have you matcht this woman? Why? because This is your Daughter, Sir, I'me hers by Conquest, For this daies service. Ist possible I should Be out in my own child so? I told you husband. Surely my spirit gave me it twas she. And yet to see, now you have not your Wire, Nor Citie Ruffe on, Mistresse Sue, how these Clothes doe beguile. Jntruth I took you for A Gentlewoman. Here be rare plots indeed. Why how now, Sir, these young heads have outgone us. Was my Sonne oth' plot too? Faith, Sir, he Is marryed too; I did strike up a wedding Between him and my sister, Look, Sir, They come without their Maiden heads. Why this Is better still. Now, Sir, you might have askt Consent of Parents. Pray forgive me, Sir. I thought I had match a Ladie, but she proves— Much better, Sir; I'de chide you as a Fish But that your choice pleads for you. Mother pray Salute my wife, and tell me if one may not Lie with her lips; nay you too, Mr Holland; You taught her to make Shirts and Bonelace; she's Out of her time now. I release her, Sir. I took your sister for a Ladie, Nephew. I kept her like one, Sir, my Temple scores Went to maintaine the Title, out of hope To gaine some great match for her, which you see Is come to passe. Well, Mr Seathrift, things Are just fallen out as we contrivd'em; I Grieve not I am deceived. Believe me, Gentlemen, You all did your parts well; twas carried cleanly; And though I could take some things ill of you Faire Mistresse, yet twas plot, and I forget it; Lets in and make 'em Portions. Lead the way, Sir. Pray stay a litle. More Revelations yet? I all this while have stood behinde the Curtaine; You have a brother, Sir, and you a father. If he doe live, I have. He in his time Was held the wealthiest Merchant on th' Exchange. Tis true, but that his shipwracks broke him. And The debt for which he broke I heare you have Compounded. I am paid it. Then I thank you. My brother Plotwell! Sonne I wish you joy. O my blest starres! my Father. And to you fayre Mistresse Let it not breed repentance that I have, For my security to scape your Father, A while descended from my selfe to this Unworthy shape. Now I can cast it off, And be my true selfe. I have a ship which fame Gave out for lost but just now landed too Worth twenty thousand pounds towards your Match.