Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 476 words
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This is the maddest wench: would I were rid of her, She vexes me more than her Portion's worth; But if she stoop not to my Country Knight, Sir Timothy Shallow-wit, or to young Holdfast, (Whom I had rather marry to my daughter) She shall ha' grazing. Sir, there are a brace of gentlemen without, Desire admittance to you. Let them enter. I shall denote your pleasure. Some young heirs, To borrow money upon Mortgages. I shall observe my cousin's rule, ne'er fear me. Save you sir. You do not think me damned sir, you bestow That salutation on me. Good sir no. Whom would you speak with here? Sir, my discourse Points at one Alderman Covet. I am the party. Good Mr. Covet, I covet your acquaintance: I understand you have a daughter is Of most unknown perfections. She is as heaven made her. She goes naked then, The tailor has no hand in her; may I see her? I must desire your name first. My name is Holdfast. Son to sir Geff. Holdfast. His proper son and heir, and I am come To see your Daughter and your Niece. Came you from Cambridge lately. I come from Cambridge: What do you see in these my looks, should make you Judge me such a coxcomb. Your father writ me word, his son that should Come up to see my Daughter and my Niece, Was a rare scholar, wholly given to's books. My father was an arrant ass for's labour, I ne'er read book in all my life, except The Counter scuffle, or the merry Gossips, Raynard the Fox, Tom Thumb, or Gargantua, And those i've quite forgotten: I a scholar! He lies in's throat that told you so. On my Conscience You may believe him: he scarce ere saw book, Unless the Chronicle in an iron Chain, In's fathers Hall: for learning sir, except What's in a Horse, a Hawk, or hound, he knows not How to expound your meaning. I mar'le sir Geff. knowing my aversion From any of these courses, should bring up His son to all of them: nay, write me word, Knowing my love to learning, he had him A scholar purposely: pray sir resolve me, Are you sir Geffrey's son? I am a Bastard else. Sir Geffrey's son of Epping? Yes, of Epping, One that will venture five hundred pounds upon his horse, Soon as the proudest he that lives in London, I'll play my crop-ear 'gainst my Lord Major's Steed, And all his furniture: I do intend To scour Hide Park this summer. didst give him His Oats this morning? Shall I see your daughter. Did he drink's water hastily? Your Niece I'd be acquainted with. Sir, you must pardon me, you're not the man I took you for. You did not take me for an Ass I hope.
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This is the maddest wench: would I were rid of her, She vexes me more than her Portion's worth; But if she stoope not to my Country Knight, Sir Timothy Shallow-wit, or to young Holdfast, (Whom I had rather marry to my daughter) She shall ha grasing. Sir, there are a brace of gentlemen without, Desire admittance to you. Let them enter. I shall denote your pleasure. Some young heires, To borrow money upon Morgages. I shall observe my Cosens rule, nere fear me. Save you sir. You do not think me damn'd sir, you bestow That salutation on me. Good sir no. Whom would you speake with here? Sir, my discourse Poynts at one Alderman Covet. I am the party. Good Mr. Covet, I covet your acquaintance: I understand you have a daughter is Of most unknowne perfections. She is as heaven mae her. She goes naked then, The Tailer has no hand in her; may I see her? I must desire your name first. My name is Holdfast. Sonne to sir Geff. Holdfast. His proper sonne and heire, and I am come To see your Daughter and your Neece. Came you from Cambridge lately. I come from Cambridge: What do you see in these my looks, should make you Judge me such a Coxecombe. Your father writ me word, his son that should Come up to see my Daughter and my Neece, Was a rare schollar, wholly given to's bookes. My father was an arrant asse for's labour, I ne're read book in all my life, except The Counter scuffle, or the mery Gossips, Raynard the Foxe, Tom Thumbe, or Gargantua, And those i've quite forgotten: I a schollar! He lyes in's throat that told you so. On my Conscience You may believe him: he scarce ere saw booke, Vnlesse the Chronicle in an iron Chaine, In's fathers Hall: for learning sir, except What's in a Horse, a Hawke, or hownd, he knowes not How to expound your meaning. I mar'le sir Geff. knowing my aversion From any of these courses, should bring up His sonne to all of them: nay, write me word, Knowing my love to learning, he had him A schollar purposely: pray sir resolve me, Are you sir Gefferies sonne? I am a Bastard else. Sir Gefferies sonne of Eppinge? Yes, of Eppinge, One that will venture five hundred pounds upon his horse, Soone as the proudest hee that lives in London, Ile play my Crop-eare 'gainst my Lord Majors Steed, And all his furniture: I doe intend To scoure Hide Parke this summer. didst give him His Oates this morning? Shall I see your daughter. Did he drink's water hastily? Your Neece I'de be acquainted with. Sir, you must pardon me, you're not the man I tooke you for. You did not take me for an Asse I hope.