Terence (Publius Terentius Afer)Kyffin, Maurice · published 1588 · first performed or written 1588 (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 491 words
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Yea Chremes, there were then many other in Andros, which hard him say the same. Would to God it were no otherwise than I hope for. But tell me this Crito, what said he then as touching the girl? did he say that she was his daughter? No. Whose then? His brother's daughter. Without doubt she is mine. What say you? Nay what sayest thou? Listen to this gear Pamphilus. What think you of this? That same Phania was my brother. I knew the man, and I wot well he was your brother. He flying hence, for fear of the war, takes his way after me into Asia, and than he was afraid to leave her here behind him. Since which time, I never heard what became of him till now. I am well nigh beside myself, my mind is so whelmed, with fear, hope, Ioy, and with wondering at so great, and so sudden good hap. Now in good faith, I am glad that by many proofs she is found to be your daughter. Father I believe it well. But there remains yet one doubt, which sore troubles me. You are well worthy to be hated for your peevish preciseness: you make a doubt where all is as plain as a pack staff. What is that you doubt of? Her name falls not out right. Truly she had another name, when she was a child. What name? Cannot you remember it Crito? I am calling it to mind. Shall I suffer this man's memory to be a hindrance unto my wished joy, whenas I may help myself in this point? no, I will not suffer it. Lo you hear Cremes, the name you seek for, is Passibula. That same is she. Is it even she. she hath told it me her own self a thousand times. Chremes, I ween you believe that we all rejoice at this. Yea so God me help, do I believe it. Father, what remains now to be done? The matter itself hath reconciled me a good while since. O an excellent father. Chremes altereth nothing as touching my wife, but that I may still enjoy her, as I have done. marry and good cause why. Unless your father say otherwise. Only, as touching the dowry. Yea marry, that. Pamphilus her dowry is five hundred pound. I accept it. I will now high me to my daughter, and you Crito, go with me: for I believe she never knew me. And why do you not rather cause her to be brought hither to you? You put us well in mind, I will presently cause Davus to go about that matter. He cannot. How so? marry because he hath a great matter of his own, which toucheth him nearer. What is that? He lieth bound in prison. Father, then is he wrongfully bound. Not so, I commanded it. I beseech you, command that he be let loose.
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Yea Chremes, there were than many other in Andros, which hard him ſay the ſame. Would to God it were no otherwiſe than I hope for. But tell me this Crito, what ſaid he than as touching the girle? dyd hée ſay that ſhée was his doughter? No. Whoſe than? His brothers doughter. Without dowt ſhe is myne. What ſay you? Nay what ſaieſt thou? Liſten to this geare Pamphilus. What think you of this? That ſame Phania was my brother. I knew the man, and I wot wel he was your brother. He flying hence, for feare of the warre, takes his way after me into Aſia, and than he was afraid to leaue her here behind him. Since which time, I neuer hard what became of him till now. I am well nigh beſide my ſelfe, my minde is ſo whelmed, with feare, hope, Ioy, and with wondring at ſo great, and ſo ſodeyn good hap. Now in good faith, I am glad that by many proofs ſhe is found to be your daughter. Father I beléeue it well. But there remaines yet one doubt, which ſore troubles me. You are well worthie to be hated for your péeuiſh preciſenes: you make a doubt where all is as plaine as a pack ſtaf. What is that you doubt of? Her name falles not out right. Truly ſhe had an other name, when ſhe was a childe. What name? Cannot you remember it Crito? I am calling it to minde. Shall I ſuffer this mans memory to be a hinderance vnto my wiſhed ioy, when as I may helpe my ſelfe in this point? no, I will not ſuffer it. Lo you heare Cremes, the name you ſéeke for, is Paſsibula. That ſame is ſhe. Is it euen ſhe. ſhe hath told it me her own ſelf a thouſād times. Chremes, I wene you beleue that we all reioyce at this. Yea ſo God me help, doo I beleue it. Father, what remaines now to be don? The matter it ſelfe hath reconciled me a good while ſince. O an excellent father. Chremes altereth nothing as touching my wife, but that I may ſtill enioy her, as I haue don. Mary and good cauſe why. Vnleſſe your father ſay otherwiſe. Onely, as touching the dowry. Yea marry, that. Pamphilus her dowry is fiue hundered pound. I accept it. I will now hye me to my daughter, and you Crito, go with me: for I beleue ſhe neuer knew me. And why doo you not rather cauſe her to be brought hether to you? You put vs well in minde, I will preſently cauſe Dauus to go about that matter. He cannot. How ſo? Mary bycauſe he hath a great matter of his own, which toucheth him néerer. What is that? He lieth bound in priſon. Father, then is he wrongfully bound. Not ſo, I commaunded it. I beſeche you, command that he be let looſe.