The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 5 of 26
Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Thanks for this news good Irus but disclose, The means to this, if it be possible. When you come home ascend your Father's tower If you see a man come walking by, And looking up to you, descend, And Issue, for you shall have leave, And if he woe, you choose him from the world, Though he seem humorous and want an eye, Wearing a velvet patch upon the same, Choose him your husband, and be blessed in him, I'll do as thou advisest gentle Irus, And proving this isle love thee whilst I live. My fortune now sweet Irus. What face hath this Nymph Pego. marry sir a face made in form like the ace of hearts. And well compared for she commands all hearts, Equal in beauty with that other Nymph, And equally she burns my heart with love, Say, say sweet Irus what my fortune is, Thou turnst from me, as when thou diddest admire. The happy fortune of Elimine. So might I well, admiring yours no less. Then when the light cround monarch of the hea- Shal quench his fire within the Oceans brest (ues Rise you and to your father's garden high, There in an arbour doe a banquet s, And if there come a man that of himself, Sits down and bids you welcome to your feast, Accept him for he is the richest man, That Alexandria or Egypt hath, And soon possessing him with all his wealth, In little time you shall be rid of him, Making your second choice 'mongst mighty kings. Blessed be thy lips sweet Irus, and that light, That guides thy bosom with such deep foresight, Sleep shall not make a closet for these eyes, All this succeeding night for haste to rise. My fortune now sweet Irus, but I faith, I have some wrong to be the last of all, For I am old as they, and big enough, To bear as great a fortune as the best of them, What face hath this Nymph Pego. Oh master what face hath she not, if I should beg a face I would have her face. But is it round, and hath it near a blemish, A mouth to wide a look too impudent. Oh master 'tis without all these, and without all cry. Round faces and thin skinned are happiest still. And unto you fair Nymph. Shall fortune be exceeding gracious too, When the next morning therefore you shall rise, Put in your bosom rosemary time and rue. And presently stand at your father's door, He that shall come offering kindness there, And crave for favour those same wholesome herbs, bestow them on him, and if meeting him, He keep the nuptial Rosemary and time, And tread the bitter rue beneath his feet, Choose him your husband and be blessed in him. I will sweet Irus nothing grieves me now, But that Elimine this night shall have, Her happy husband, and I stay till morning.
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Thankes for this news good Irus but disclose, The meanes to this, if it be possible. VVhen you come home ascend your Fathers tower If you see a man come walking by, And looking vp to you, descend, And Issue, for you shall haue leaue, And if he woe, you chuse him from the world, Though he seeme humorous and want an eye, VVearing a veluet patch vpon the same, Chuse him your husband, and be blst in him, Ile doe as thou adusest gentle Irus, And prouing this Ile loue thee I liue. My fortune now sweete Irus. VVhat face hath this Nimph Peg. Mary sir a face mde in forme like the ace of hartes. And well compard for she commaundes al hartes, Equall in beautie with that other Nimph, And equally she burnes my hart with loue, Say, sy sweete Irus what my fortune is, Thou turnst from me, as when thou didest admire. The happe fortune of Elimine. So might I well, admiring yours no lesse. Then when the light cround monarch of the hea- Shal quench his fire within the Oceans brest (ues Rise you and to your fathers garden hie, There in an arbour doe a banquet s, And if there come a man that of him selfe, Sits downe and bis you welcome to your feast, Accept him for he is the richest man, That Alexandria or Aegypt hath, And soone possessing him with all his wealth, In little tyme you shall be of him, Making your seconde choyse mongst mightie kinges. Blest be thy ppes sweete Irus, and that light, That guides thy bosome with such deepe fore sight, Sleepe shall not make a closet for these eyes, All this succeeding night for hast to rise. My fortune now sweete Irus, but I fayth, I haue some wrong to be the last of all, For I am olde as they, and big enough, To beare as great a fortune as the best of them, VVhat face hath this Nimph Pego. Oh maister what face hath she not, if I should beg a face I would haue her face. But is it rond, and hath it neare a blemmish, A mouth to wide a looke too impudent. Oh mayster tis without all these, and without al crie. Round faces and thinne skinde are hapieest still. And vnto you fayre Nimph. Shall fortune be exceeding gratious too, VVhen the next morning therefore you shal rise, Put in your bosome rosemary time and rue. And presently stand at your fathers doore, He that shall come offering kindenesse there, And craue for fauour those same holsome hearbes, bestowe them on him, and if meeting him, He keepe the nuptiall Rosemary and time, And tread the bitter rue beneath his feete, Chuse him your husband ad be blest in him. I wil sweete Irus nothing greeues me now, But that Elimine this nyght shall haue, Her happie husband, and I say till morning.