Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 501 words
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I do not care, i'll give thrice so much land To any well deserving friend: But in the way of bargain mark ye me, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair, Are the Indentures drawn, shall we be gone? The moon shines fair, you may away by night I'll haste the writer, and withal Break with your, wives of your departure hence, I am afraid my daughter will run mad, So much she doteth on her Mortimer. Fie cousin Percy, how you cross my father. I cannot choose, sometime he anger's me With telling me of the Mould warp and the Ant, Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies, And of a Dragon and a finles fish, A clipwingd Griffin and a molten raven, A couching Leon and a ramping Cat, And such a deal of skimble scamble stuff, As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, He held me last night at least nine hours In reckoning up the several devils names That were his lackeys, I cried hum, and well go to, But marked him not a word O he is as tedious As a tired horse, a railing wife, Worse than a smoky house. I had rather live With cheese and garlic in a Windmill far, Then feed on cates and have him talk to me, In any summer house in Christendom. In faith he is a worthy gentleman, Exceedingly well read and profited In strange concealments, valiant as a lion, And wondrous affable; and as bountiful As mines of India; shall I tell you cousin, He holds your temper in a high respect And curbs himself even of his natural scope, When you come cross his humour, faith he does, I warrant you that man is not alive Might so have tempted him as you have done, Without the taste of danger and reproof, But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. In faith my Lord you are too wilful blame, And since your coming hither have done enough To put him quite besides his patience, You must needs learn Lord to amend this fault, Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood, And that's the dearest grace it renders you, Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Defect of manners, want of government, Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain, The least of which haunting a noble man, Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain Upon the beauty of all parts beside, Beguiling them of commendation. Well I am schooled good manners be your speed, Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. This is the deadly spite that anger's me, My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. My daughter weeps, she'll not part with you, she'll be a soldier to, she'll to the wars. Good father tell her, that she and my Aunt Percy Shall follow in your conduct speedily. She is desperate here, A peevish self wild harlotry, one that no persuasion can do good upon.
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I do not care, ile giue thrice so much land To any well deseruing friend: But in the way of bargaine marke ye me, Ile cauill on the ninth part of a haire, Are the Indentures drawn, shal we be gone? The moon shines faire, you may away by night Ile haste the writer, and withal Breake with your, wiues of your departure hence, I am afraid my daughter will run mad, So much she doteth on her Mortimer. Fie coosen Percy, how you crosse my father. I cannot chuse, sometime he angers me With telling me of the Mold warp and the Ant, Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies, And of a Dragon and a finles fish, A clipwingd Griffin and a molten rauen, A couching Leon and a ramping Cat, And such a deale of skimble scamble stuffe, As puts me from my faith. I tel you what, He held me last night at least nine houres In reckoning vp the seueral Diuels names That were his lackies, I cried hum, and wel go to, But markt him not a word O he is as tedious As a tyred horse, a railing wife, Worse then a smoky house. I had rather liue With cheese and garlike in a Windmil far, Then feed on cates and haue him talke to me, In any summer house in Christendome. In saith he is a worthy gentleman, Exceedingly well read and profited In strange concealements, valiant as a lion, And wondrous affable; and as bountifull As mines of India; shal I tell you coosen, He holds your temper in a high respect And curbs himselfe euen of his natural scope, When you come crosse his humor, faith he does, I warrant you that man is not aliue Might so haue tempted him as you haue done, Without the tast of danger and reproofe, But do not vse it oft, let me intreat you. In faith my Lord you are too wilfull blame, And since your comming hither haue done enough To put him quite besides his patience, You must needes learne Lord to amend this fault, Though sometimes it shew greatnes, courage, bloud, And thats the dearest grace it renders you, Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Defect of maners, want of gouernment, Pride, hautinesse, opinion, and disdaine, The least of which hanting a noble man, Looseth mens harts and leaues behind a staine Vpon the beauty of all parts besides, Beguiling them of commendation. Wel I am schoold good maners be your speed, Here come our wiues, and let vs take our leaue. This is the deadly spight that angers me, My wife can speake no English, I no Welsh. My daughter weepes, sheele not part with you, Sheele be a souldior to, sheele to the wars. Good father tell her, that she and my Aunt Percy Shal follow in your conduct speedly. She is desperate here, A peeuish selfe wild harlotrie, one that no perswasion can doe good vpon.