Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
See where he comes, occasion favours thee. God bless my sons, rise rise, & speak to me: Have you not some Venetian friends unkind. Their friendship, with thy fortunes took an end. I thought on less, but why is Lelio so discontent: Tut give over man, the stream will run with us at last. I come to thank my father for his love, And pray him by those arms he honours most, To deign my dutiful and kind adieu. Why whether goes my son so suddenly? To Venice father, to redeem your banishment. I am not banished, you wrong my fames? Living for him, I live at liberty. But Lelio must not live, unless he be resolved To high to Venice, that thou mayest return. These are thy children Brishio, these exceed In kindness towards thee, and towards me. Oh honours to your father and to me: Let me embrace you for your courtesy. Brishio far well, accept a thousand thanks. Why, who wills thee hence? Father, they will him hence, that will be actors In his Tragedy, unless he to Venice go speedily, And quit thee from this exile with his head, These are not Brishios' sons, bids Lelio hence: These are not Brishios' sons that draw their swords: Thou art my son, these two are fortunes slaves; Avaunt vain boys, come not in my sight, By heaven and heavens adorning sun, These are no sons of mine that sin so much. Ashamed, we beg a pardon at thy hands, Ashamed, I beg a pardon at thy hands, In rendering nature, that hath lost thy power, To breed such manslayers in an honest stock. O bend not those knees, to which nature bends. O Lelio sue our pardons, plead for us, Our judgements were disgraced by our loves. Rise father of kind sons, sons kind to father, Brother's unkind, in kindness to your brother: I kind to churlish of my kind, Do yield kind death, to save your lives Swear puytence, lewd boys, Submit to Lelio humbly on your knee, Else will I never bless you graceless youths. We humbly crave submission of our brother. And thou my son, nay more than son my friend Here plight thy faith to bide and stay with me, Or I shall think my love but spent in vain. I vow to be as sequest to my Father, And with my heart I do forgive my brothers. Then will I now incorporate these Lads, And hug them in my arm, and hold them dear. Now will I hold a festival to day, For Lelio, Zepherius and Orphinio: And I with favour of my noble Lord, Will first give order to my soldiers, And then return to Brishio in his tent. Be careful of thy charge my noble son, I will not hinder thee in virtuous things, But let us meet again before we march, For I have many things for to impart to thee.
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See where he comes, occaſion fauours thee. God bleſſe my ſonnes, ryſe ryſe, & ſpeake to me: Haue you not ſome Venetian frinds vnkinde. Their friendſhip, with thy fortunes tooke an end. I thought on leſſe, but why is Lelio ſo diſcontent: Tut giue ouer man, the ſtreame wil run with vs at laſt. I come to thanke my father for his loue, And pray him by thoſe armes he honors moſt, To daigne my dutiful and kind adew. Why whether goes my ſonne ſo ſuddenly? To Venice father, to redeeme your baniſhment. I am not baniſht, you wrong my fames? Liuing for him, I liue at libertie. But Lelio muſt not liue, vnleſſe he be reſolu'd To hie to Venice, that thou maieſt returne. Theſe are thy children Briſhio, theſe exceede In kindneſſe towards thee, and towards mee. Oh honors to your father and to mee: Let me imbrace you for your curteſie. Briſhio fare well, accept a thouſand thankes. Why, who willes thee hence? Father, they will him hence, that will be actors In his Tragedie, vnleſſe he to Venice go ſpeedily, And quit thee from this exile with his head, Theſe are not Briſhios ſonnes, bids Lelio hence: Theſe are not Briſhios ſonnes that draw their ſwords: Thou art my ſonne, theſe two are fortunes ſlaues; Avant vaine boyes, come not in my ſight, By heauen and heauens adorning ſunne, Theſe are no ſonnes of mine that ſinne ſo much. Aſhamd, we beg a pardon at thy hands, Aſhamd, I beg a pardon at thy handes, In rendring nature, that hath loſt thy power, To breed ſuch manſlayers in an honeſt ſtocke. O bend not thoſe knees, to which nature bends. O Lelio ſue our pardons, plead for vs, Our iudgements were diſgraced by our loues. Ryſe father of kinde ſonnes, ſonnes kinde to father, Brothers vnkinde, in kindneſſe to your brother: I kind to churliſh of my kinde, Do yeeld kind death, to ſaue your liues Sweare puytence, lewd boyes, Submit to Lelio humbly on your knee, Elſe will I neuer bleſſe you graceleſſe youthes. We humbly craue ſubmiſsion of our brother. And thou my ſonne, nay more then ſonne my frind Here plight thy fayth to bide and ſtay with me, Or I ſhall thinke my loue but ſpent in vaine. I vow to be as ſequeſt to my Father, And with my heart I do forgiue my brothers. Then will I now incorporate theſe Lads, And hug them in my arme, and hold them deare. Now wil I hold a feſtiuall to day, For Lelio, Zepherius and Orphinio: And I with fauour of my noble Lord, Will firſt giue order to my ſouldiers, And then returne to Briſhio in his tent. Be carefull of thy charge my noble ſonne, I will not hinder thee in vertuous things, But let vs meete againe before we march, For I haue many things for to impart to thee.