The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 30 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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
what'll you do? you ha' done too much already With your prick-seame, and throughstitch. Mr. Needle, I pray you sit not fabling here old tales, Good Mother Chair, the Midwife, but come up. How now Nurse, where's my Lady? In her Chamber Locked up, I think: she'll speak with no body. Knows she o' this accident? Alas Sir, no; Would she might never know it. I think her Ladyship Too virtuous, and too nobly innocent, To have a hand in so ill-formed a business. Your thought Sir is a brave thought, and a safe one, The child now to be borne is not more free, From the aspersion of all spot, than she? She have her hand in plot, 'gainst Mr. Practice. If there were nothing else, whom she so loves? Cries up, and values? knows to be a man Marked out, for a chief Justice in his cradle? Or a Lord Paramount; the head o' the Hall? The Top or the Top-gallant of our Law? Assure yourself, she could not so deprave, The rectitude of her Judgement, to wish you Unto a wife, might prove your Infamy, Whom she esteemed that part o' the Commonwealth, And had up for honour to her blood. I must confess a great beholdingness Unto her Ladyship's offer, and good wishes. But the truth is, I never had affection, Or any liking to this Niece of hers. You foresaw somewhat than? I had my notes, And my Prognostics. You read Almanacs, And study 'em to some purpose, I believe? I do confess, I do believe, and pray too: According to the Planets at sometimes. And do observe the sign in making Love? As in Phlebotomy. And choose your Mistress By the good days, and leave her by the bad? I do, and I do not. A little more Would fetch all his Astronomy from Allestree. I tell you Mr. Compass, as my friend, And under seal, I cast mine eye long since, Vpo' the other wench, my Lady's woman, Another manner of piece for handsomeness, Than is the Niece (but that is sub sigillo, And as I give it you) in hope o' your aid, And counsel in the business. You need counsel? The only famous Counsel, o' the kingdom, And in all Courts? That is a Jeer in faith, Worthy your name, and your profession too, Sharp Mr. Practice. Not, upo' my Law, As I am a Bencher, and now double Reader, I meant in mere simplicity of request. If you meant so. Th'affairs are now perplexed, And full of trouble, give 'em breath, and settling, I'll do my best. But in mean time do you Prepare the Parson. (I am glad to know This; for myself liked the young Maid before, And loved her too.) Ha' you a Licence? Not; But I can fetch one strait. Do, do, and mind The Parson's pint t'engage him— the business; A knitting Cup there must be. I shall do it.
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What'll you doe? you ha' done too much already With your prick-ſeame, and through-ſtitch. Mr. Needle, I pray you ſit not fabling here old tales, Good Mother Chaire, the Mid-wife, but come up. How now Nurſe, where's my Lady? In her Chamber Lock'd up, I thinke: ſhee'll ſpeake with no body. Knowes ſhee o' this accident? Alas Sir, no; Would ſhe might never know it. I thinke her Ladiſhip Too vertuous, and too nobly innocent, To have a hand in ſo ill-form'd a buſines. Your thought Sir is a brave thought, and a ſafe one, The child now to be borne is not more free, From the aſperſion of all ſpot, then ſhe? She have her hand in plot, gainſt Mr. Practiſe. If there were nothing elſe, whom ſhe ſo loves? Cries up, and values? knowes to be a man Mark'd out, for a chiefe Juſtice in his cradle? Or a Lord Paramount; the head o' the Hall? The Top or the Top-gallant of our Law? Aſſure your ſelfe, ſhe could not ſo deprave, The rectitude of her Judgement, to wiſh you Vnto a wife, might prove your Infamy, Whom ſhe eſteem'd that part o' the Common-wealth, And had up for honour to her blood. I muſt confeſſe a great beholdingneſſe Vnto her Ladiſhips offer, and good wiſhes. But the truth is, I never had affection, Or any liking to this Neice of hers. You fore-ſaw ſomewhat then? I had my notes, And my Prognoſticks. You read Almanacks, And ſtudy 'hem to ſome purpoſe, I beleeve? I doe confeſſe, I doe beleeve, and pray too: According to the Planets at ſometimes. And doe obſerve the ſigne in making Love? As in Phlebotomy. And chooſe your Miſtris By the good dayes, and leave her by the bad? I doe, and I doe not. A little more Would fetch all his Aſtronomie from Alleſtree. I tell you Mr. Compaſſe, as my friend, And under ſeale, I caſt mine eye long ſince, Vpo' the other wench, my Ladies woman, Another manner of peice for handſomneſſe, Then is the Neice (but that is ſub ſigillo, And as I give it you) in hope o' your aid, And counſell in the buſines. You need counſell? The only famous Counſell, o' the kingdome, And in all Courts? That is a Jeere in faith, Worthy your name, and your profeſſion too, Sharpe Mr. Practiſe. No, upo' my Law, As I am a Bencher, and now double Reader, I meant in meere ſimplicity of requeſt. If you meant ſo. Th'affaires are now perplex'd, And full of trouble, give 'hem breath, and ſetling, Ile doe my beſt. But in meane time doe you Prepare the Parſon. (I am glad to know This; for my ſelfe lik'd the young Maid before, And lov'd her too.) Ha' you a Licence? No; But I can fetch one ſtraight. Doe, doe, and mind The Parſons pint t'ingage him—the buſines; A knitting Cup there muſt be. I ſhall doe it.