The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 43 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.
Pretending! Sir, I am her Mother, and challenge A right, and power for what I have done. Out, Hag. Thou that hast put all nature of, and woman: For sordid gain, betrayed the trust committed Unto thee by the dead, as from the living: Changed the poor innocent Infants in their Cradles: Defrauded them o' their parents, changed their names, Calling Placentia, Pleasance; Pleasance, Placentia. How knows he this? Abused the neighbour-hond, But most this Lady. Didst enforce an oath, To this poor woman, on a pious book, To keep close thy impiety. Ha' you told this? I told it? no, he knows it, and much more, As he's a cunning man. A cunning fool, If that be all. But now to your true daughter, That had the Child, and is the proper Pleasance, We must have an account of that too, Gossip; This's like all the rest of Mr. Compass. Help, help for Charity; Sir Moth Interest Is fall'n into the Well. Where? where? I' the Garden. A rope to save his life. How came be there? He thought to take possession of a fortune, There newly dropped him, and the old Chain broke, And down fell he i' the Bucket. Is it deep? We cannot tell. A rope: help with a rope. He is got out again. The Knight is saved. A little soused i' the water: Needle saved him. The water saved him, 'twas a fair escape. Ha' you no hurt? A little wet. That's nothing. I wished you stay Sir till to morrow: And told you, It was no lucky hour: since six a Clock All stars were retrograde. I' the name Of fate, or folly how came you i' the Bucket? That is a Quere of another time, sister, The Doctor will resolve you— who hath done The admirable'st cure upon your Needle! Give me thy hand good Needle: thou cam'st timely. Take of my hood and coat. And let me shake Myself a little. I have a world of business. Where is my Nephew Bias? and his wife? Who bids God gi'hem joy? Here they both stand As sure affianced, as the Parson, or words Can tie 'hem. We all wish 'em joy, and happiness. I saw the Contract, and can witness it. He shall receive ten thousand pounds to morrow. You looked for't, Compass, or a greater sum, But 'tis disposed of, this, another way. I have but one Niece, verily Compass. I'll found another. Varlet, do your office. I do arrest your body, Sir Moth Interest, In the King's name: At suit of Mr. Compass, And Dame Placentia his wife. The Action sentred, Five hundred thousand pound. Hear you this, sister? And hath your house the ears, to hear it too? And to resound the affront? I cannot stop The Laws, or hinder Justice. I can be Your Bail, if't may betaken, With the Captains, I ask no better. Here are better men, Will give their Bail.
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Pretending! Sir, I am her Mother, and challenge A right, and power for what I have done. Out, Hag. Thou that haſt put all nature off, and woman: For ſordid gaine, betray'd the truſt committed Vnto thee by the dead, as from the living: Chang'd the poore innocent Infants in their Cradles: Defrauded them o' their parents, chang'd their names, Calling Placentia, Pleaſance; Pleaſance, Placentia. How knowes he this? Abus'd the neighbour-hond, But moſt this Lady. Did'ſt enforce an oath, To this poore woman, on a pious booke, To keepe cloſe thy impiety. Ha' you told this? I told it? no, he knowes it, and much more, As he's a cunning man. A cunning foole, If that be all. But now to your true daughter, That had the Child, and is the proper Pleaſance, Wee muſt have an account of that too, Goſſip; This's like all the reſt of Mr. Compaſſe. Helpe, helpe for Charity; Sir Moath Intereſt Is falne into the Well. Where? where? I' the Garden. A rope to ſave his life. How came be there? He thought to take poſſeſſion of a fortune, There newly drop't him, and the old Chaine broke, And downe fell hee i' the Bucket. Is it deepe? We cannot tell. A rope: helpe with a rope. He is got out againe. The Knight is ſav'd. A little ſows'd i' the water: Needle ſav'd him. The water ſav'd him, 'twas a faire eſcape. Ha' you no hurt? A little wet. That's nothing. I wiſh'd you ſtay Sir till to morrow: And told you, It was no lucky houre: ſince ſixe a Clock All ſtarres were retrograde. I' the name Of fate, or folly how came you i' the Bucket? That is a Quere of another time, ſiſter, The Doctor will reſolve you—who hath done The admirable'ſt cure upon your Needle! Gi' me thy hand good Needle: thou cam'ſt timely. Take off my hood and coat. And let me ſhake My ſelfe a little. I have a world of buſines. Where is my Nephew Bias? and his wife? Who bids God gi'hem joy? Here they both ſtand As ſure affianced, as the Parſon, or words Can tie 'hem. Wee all wiſh 'hem joy, and happineſſe. I ſaw the Contract, and can witneſſe it. He ſhall receive ten thouſand pounds to morrow. You look'd for't, Compaſſe, or a greater ſumme, But 'tis diſpos'd of, this, another way. I have but one Neice, verely Compaſſe. Ile find another. Varlet, doe your office. I doe arreſt your body, Sir Moath Intereſt, In the Kings name: At ſuite of Mr. Compaſſe, And Dame Placentia his wife. The Action sentred, Five hundred thouſand pound. Heare you this, ſiſter? And hath your houſe the eares, to heare it too? And to reſound the affront? I cannot ſtop The Lawes, or hinder Juſtice. I can be Your Baile, if't may betaken, With the Captaines, I aske no better. Here are better men, Will give their Baile.