Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.79 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
NOw trust me, here's a goodly day toward. Musco, call up my son Lorenzo: bid him rise: tell him, I have some business to employ him in. I will, sir, presently. But hear you, sirrah; If he be at study, disturb him not. Very good, sir. How happy would I estimate myself, Could I (by any mean) retire my son, From one vain course of study he affects? He is a scholar (if a man may trust The liberal voice of double-tounged report) Of dear account, in all our Academies. Yet this position must not breed in me A fast opinion, that he cannot err. Myself was once a student, and indeed Fed with the self-same humour he is now, Dreaming on nought but idle Poetry: But since, Experience hath awaked my sprit's, And reason taught them, how to comprehend The sovereign use of study. What, cousin Stephano? What news with you, that you are here so early? Nothing: but e'en come to see how you do, uncle. That's kindly done, you are welcome, cousin. ay, I know that sir, I would not have come else: how doth my cousin, uncle? Oh well, well, go in and see; I doubt he's scarce stirring yet. Uncle, afore I go in, can you tell me, and he have e'er a book of the sciences of hawking and hunting? I would fain borrow it. Why I hope you will not a hawking now, will you? No wiss; but i'll practise against next year: I have bought me a hawk, and bells and all; I lack nothing but a book to keep it by. Oh most ridiculous. Nay look you now, you are angry uncle, why you know, and a man have not skill in hawking and hunting now a days, i'll not give a rush for him; he is for no gentleman's company, and (by Gods will) I scorn it I, so I do, to be a consort for every humdrum; hang them scroiles, there's nothing in them in the world, what do you talk on it? a gentleman must show himself like a gentleman, uncle I pray you be not angry, I know what I have to do I trow, I am no novice. Go to, you are a prodigal, and self-willed fool, Nay never look at me, it's I that speak, Take't as you will, i'll not flatter you. What? have you not means enough to waste That which your friends have left you, but you must Go cast away your money on a Buzzard, And know not how to keep it when you have done? Oh it's brave, this will make you a gentleman, Well cozen well, I see you are e'en past hope Of all reclaim; I so, now you are told on it, you look another way. What would you have me do trow?
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NOw trust me, here's a goodly day toward. Musco, call vp my sonne Lorenzo: bid him rise: tell him, I haue some businesse to imploy him in. I will, sir, presently. But heare you, sirrah; If he be at study, disturbe him not. Very good, sir. How happy would I estimate my selfe, Could I (by any meane) retyre my sonne, From one vayne course of study he affects? He is a scholler (if a man may trust The lib'rall voyce of double-toung'd report) Of deare account, in all our Academies. Yet this position must not breede in me A fast opinion, that he cannot erre. My selfe was once a student, and indeede Fed with the selfe-same humor he is now, Dreaming on nought but idle Poetrie: But since, Experience hath awakt my sprit's, And reason taught them, how to comprehend The soueraigne vse of study. What, cousin Stephano? What newes with you, that you are here so earely? Nothing: but ene come to see how you doe, vncle. That's kindly done, you are welcome, cousin. I, I know that sir, I would not haue come else: how doeth my cousin, vncle? Oh well, well, goe in and see; I doubt hee's scarce stirring yet. Vncle, afore I goe in, can you tell me, and he haue 're a booke of the sciences of hawking and huning? I would fayne borrow it. Why I hope you will not a hawking now, will you? No wusse; but ile practise against next yeare: I haue bought me a hawke, and bels and all; I lacke nothing but a booke to keepe it by. Oh most ridiculous. Nay looke you now, you are angrie vncle, why you know, and a man haue not skill in hawking and hunting now a daies, ile not giue a rush for him; hee is for no gentlemans company, and (by Gods will) I scorne it I, so I doe, to bee a consort for euerie hum-drum; hang them scroiles, ther's nothing in them in the world, what doe you talke on it? a gentleman must shew himselfe like a gentleman, vncle I pray you be not angrie, I know what I haue to do I trow, I am no nouice. Go to, you are a prodigal, and selfe-wild foole, Nay neuer looke at me, it's I that speake, Take't as you will, ile not flatter you. What? haue you not meanes inow to wast That which your friends haue left you, but you must Go cast away your money on a Buzzard, And know not how to keepe it when you haue done? Oh it's braue, this will make you a gentleman, Well Cosen well, I see you are e'ene past hope Of all reclaime; I so, now you are told on it, you looke another way. What would you haue me do trow?