The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 6 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
I am beholden to him: he brings ever Variety of good persons to my table, And I must thank him, though my brother Interest Dislike of it a little. He likes nothing That runs your way. Troth, and the other cares not. he'll go his own way, if he think it right. he's a true friend! and there's Mr. Practice, The fine young man of Law comes to the house: My brother brooks him not, because he thinks He is by me assigned for my Niece: He will not hear of it. Not of that ear: But yet your Ladyship doth wisely in it— 'Twill make him to lay down the portion sooner, If he but dream you'll march her with a Lawyer. So Mr. Compass says. It is between The Lawyer, and the Courtier, which shall have her. Who, Sir Diaphanous Silkworm? A fine Gentleman. Old Mr. Silkworms Heir. And a near Courtier, Of a most elegant thread And so my Gossip Polish assures me. Here she comes! good Polish Welcome in troth! How dost thou gentle Polish? Who's this? Dame Polish, her shee-Parasite, Her talking, soothing, sometime governing Gossip. Your Ladyship is still the Lady Loadstone That draws, and draws unto you, Guests of all sorts: The Courtiers, and the Soldiers, and the Scholars, The Travellers, Physicians, and Divines, As Doctor Ridley writ, and Doctor Barlow? They both have wrote of you, and Mr. Compass. We mean, they shall writ more, ere it be long. Alas, they are both dead, and it please you; But, Your Ladyship means well, and shall mean well, So long as I live. How does your fine Niece? My charge, Mistress Placentia Steel? She is not well. Not well? Her Doctor says for Not very well; she cannot shoot at Butts. Or manage a great Horse, but she can crunch A sack of small coal! eat you lime, and hair, Soap-ashes, Loame, and has a dainty spice O' the green sickness! 'Od shield! Or the Dropsy! A toy, a thing of nothing. But my Lady, here Her noble Aunt. She is a noble Aunt! And a right worshipful Lady, and a virtuous; I know it well! Well, if you know it, peace. Good sister Polish hear your betters speak. Sir I will speak, with my good Ladies leave, And speak, and speak again; I did bring up My Lady's Niece, Mistress Placentia Steel, With my own Daughter (who's Placentia too) And waits upon my Lady, is her woman: Her Ladyship well knows Mrs. Placentia Steel (as I said) her curious Niece, was left A Legacy to me; by Father, and Mother With the Nurse, Keep, that tended her: her Mother She died in Childbed of her, and her Father Lived not long after: for he loved her Mother! They were a godly couple! yet both died, (As we must all.) No creature is immortal; I have heard our Pastor say; no, not the faithful! And they did die (as I said) both in one month.
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I am beholden to him: hee brings ever Variety of good perſons to my table, And I muſt thanke him, though my brother Intereſt Diſlike of it a little. Hee likes nothing That runs your way. Troth, and the other cares not. Hee'll goe his owne way, if he thinke it right. Hee's a true friend! and ther's Mr. Practiſe, The fine young man of Law comes to the houſe: My brother brooks him not, becauſe he thinkes He is by me aſſigned for my Neice: Hee will not heare of it. Not of that eare: But yet your Ladiſhip doth wiſely in it— 'Twill make him to lay downe the portion ſooner, If he but dreame you'l march her with a Lawyer. So Mr. Compaſſe ſayes. It is betweene The Lawyer, and the Courtier, which ſhall have her. Who, Sir Diaphanous Silke-worme? A fine Gentle-man. Old Mr. Silke-wormes Heire. And a near Courtier, Of a moſt elegant thred And ſo my Goſſip Poliſh aſſures me. Here ſhe comes! good Poliſh Welcome in troth! How do'ſt thou gentle Poliſh? Who's this? Dame Poliſh, her ſhee-Paraſite, Her talking, ſoothing, ſometime governing Goſſip. Your Ladiſhip is ſtill the Lady Loadſtone That drawes, and drawes unto you, Gueſts of all ſorts: The Courtiers, and the Souldiers, and the Schollers, The Travellers, Phyſicians, and Divines, As Doctor Ridley writ, and Doctor Barlow? They both have wrote of you, and Mr. Compaſſe. Wee meane, they ſhall write more, ere it be long. Alas, they are both dead, and 't pleaſe you; But, Your Ladiſhip meanes well, and ſhall meane well, So long as I live. How does your fine Neice? My charge, Miſtris Placentia Steele? Shee is not well. Not well? Her Doctor ſayes for Not very well; ſhee cannot ſhoot at Buts. Or manage a great Horſe, but ſhee can cranch A ſack of ſmall coale! eat you lime, and haire, Soap-aſhes, Loame, and has a dainty ſpice O' the greene ſickneſſe! 'Od ſheild! Or the Dropſie! A toy, a thing of nothing. But my Lady, here Her noble Aunt. Shee is a noble Aunt! And a right worſhipfull Lady, and a vertuous; I know it well! Well, if you know it, peace. Good ſiſter Poliſh heare your betters ſpeake. Sir I will ſpeake, with my good Ladies leave, And ſpeake, and ſpeake againe; I did bring up My Ladies Neice, Mrs. Placentia Steele, With my owne Daughter (who's Placentia too) And waits upon my Lady, is her woman: Her Ladiſhip well knowes Mrs. Placentia Steele (as I ſaid) her curious Neice, was left A Legacie to me; by Father, and Mother With the Nurſe, Keepe, that tended her: her Mother Shee died in Child-bed of her, and her Father Liv'd not long after: for he lov'd her Mother! They were a godly couple! yet both di'd, (As wee muſt all.) No creature is immortall; I have heard our Paſtor ſay; no, not the faithfull! And they did die (as I ſaid) both in one moneth.