The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 4 of 32
Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1630(?)-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
A fable to fright fools, or children; but I cannot stay, my Scrivener doth expect me, I'll visit you another time, sweet widow, And give you more instructions. Spare your travel, I sha'not practise these in haste, and must Declare these precepts make not for your welcome: My patience was a virtue all this while, If you but think you have a soul; repent; Your rules I am not covetous to follow, Good master Hornet. Live and be undone then: You'll tell me another tale hereafter widow. Letters from Master Startup, the country Gentleman. What's he? A Suitor of my Nurse's commendations. Now heaven deliver me, what have I seen? This monster once was shown i'th' fair, or such Another furred Baboon for all the world, Dost know him? Why do I ask such a question? He's such a thing the Devil would not own's Acquaintance. Master Hornet, the great Usurer. Hornet? Nay then, my wonder's over, and the Devil be but such another, they May be sworn brothers; yes, and divide hell Betwixt 'em. Who is that you talk on, Sir? The beast, that Heaven be thanked, has left you, Hornet; but I ha' news for you. Frances. I'll hear it in the garden. Do you love That Master Hartwell? do not blush, but answer. I hope you move not this, as if you doubted; I took him first, upon your character, Into my good opinion. But things alter: What then I thought, I delivered ye; Nor since hath he deserved a less esteem In his own person, but the circumstance Is not the same, his fortune I have examined, Which rises not to such a value, I Did apprehend; and it becomes my care, Being at one gift to depart with thee And my estate, to look for one whose purse May carry a proportion. Make me not Imagine you would wed me to a heap Of shining dust, a golden bondage. Nor To penury; his birth, and education Are not unworthy, he's a handsome man too; But be not governed by your eye too much: Children and age pursue, and many storms Hover about our frail conditions: All these must be provided for, they are not Kisses will arm you against winter, therefore Confident of your obedience, I propound Another to your best thoughts, Oh my unhappiness. A Country Gentleman of spreading fortunes, Young too, and not uncomely; for his breeding, It was not spun the finest, but his wealth, Able to guild deformity, and make Even want of wit a virtue, when your life Renders itself more sweet by your command; His name is Master Startup, whom I expect Our guest tomorrow, that's his letter, read it. This may seem strange at the first coming toward you; But when discretion comes to examine what A fruitful consequence attends it, you Will thank me for't.
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A fable to fright fooles, or children; but I cannot stay, my Scrivener doth expect me, I'll visit you another time, sweet widdow, And give you more instructions. Spare your travell▪ I sha'not practise these in haste, and must Declare these precepts make not for your welcome: My patience was a vertue all this while, If you but think you have a soule; repent; Your rules I am not covetous to follow, Good master Hornet. Live and be undone then: You'l tell me another tale hereafter widdow. Letters from Master Startup, the countrey Gentleman. What's he? A Sutor of my Nurses commendations. Now heaven deliver me, what have I seen? This monster once was shewne i'th' faire, or such Another furr'd Baboone for all the world, Do'st know him? Why do I ask such a question? He's such a thing the Devill would not owne's Acquaintance. Master Hornet, the great Usurer. Hornet? Nay then, my wonder's over, and the Devill be but such another, they May be sworne brothers; yes, and divide hell Betwixt em. Who is that you talk on, Sir? The beast, that Heaven be thank'd, has left you, Hornet ▪ but I ha newes for you. Frances. I'll heare it in the garden. Do you love That Master Hartwell? do not blush, but answer. I hope you move not this, as if you doubted; I took him first, upon your character, Into my good opinion. But things alter: What then I thought, I deliver'd yee; Nor since hath he deserv'd a lesse esteeme In his owne person, but the circumstance Is not the same, his fortune I have examin'd, Which rises not to such a value, I Did apprehend; and it becomes my care, Being at one gift to depart with thee And my estate, to look for one whose purse May carrie a proportion. Make me not Imagine you would wed me to a heap Of shining dust, a golden bondage. Nor To penurie; his birth, and education Are not unworthy, he's a handsome man too; But be not govern'd by your eye too much: Children and age pursue, and many stormes Hover about our fraile conditions: All these must be provided for, they are not Kisses will arme you against winter, therefore Confident of your obedience, I propound Another to your best thoughts, Oh my unhappinesse. A Countrey Gentleman of spreading fortunes, Young too, and not uncomely; for his breeding, It was not spun the finest, but his wealth, Able to guild deformitie, and make Even want of wit a vertue, when your life Renders it selfe more sweet by your command; His name is Master Startup, whom I expect Our guest to morrow, that's his letter, read it. This may seeme strange at the first coming toward you; But when discretion comes to examine what A fruitfull consequence attends it, you Will thank me for't.