Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · 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.
I pray thee let them suck I am most meet, To play their Nurse: they'll smile and say 'tis sweet, Which streams from hence, if thou dost bear them hence, My angry breasts will swell, and as mine eyes Lets fall salt drops, with these white nectar tears, They will be mixed: this sweet will then be brine, They'll cry I'll chide and say the sin is thine. Mine arms ache mightily. And my heart aches. And so doth mine: sweet sounds this discord makes. Here madam take one, I am weary of both, touch it and kiss it to, it's a sweet child, I would I were rid of my misery, for I shall drown my heart, with my tears that fall inward. Oh this is gently done this is my boy. My first borne care: thy feet that never felt ground, Have traveled longest in this land of woe, This world's wilderness, and hast most need, Of my most comfort: oh I thank thee Furio, I know I should transform thee with my tears, And melt thy adamantive heart like wax, What wrong shall these have to be ta'en from me, Mildly entreat their Nurse to touch them mildly, For my soul tells me, that my honoured Lord, Does but to try poor Grissel's constancy, he's full of mercy justice, full of love. My cheeks do glow with shame to hear her speak, Should I not weep for joy my heart would break, And yet a little more I'll stretch my trial. Mario, Lepido? My gracious Lord? You shall be witness of this open wrong, I gave straight charge, she should not touch these brats, Yet has she tempted with lascivious tears, The heart of Furio, see she dandles them, Take that child from her: stay, stay, i'll commend, That pity in thee which I'll reprehend. Do. Dare you thus contradict our straight command But here's a trusty groom, out hypocrite, I shall do justice wrong to let thee breath, For disobeying me. My gracious Lord, Tempt me not Siren, since you are so loving, Hold you take both your children, get you gone, Derobe her of these rich habiliments, Take down her hat, her pitcher and her gown, And as she came to me in beggary, So drive her to her fathers. My dear Lord. Vex me not good Mario if you woo me, (Or if you shed one tear) to pity her, Or if by any drift you succour her, You lose my favour everlastingly, We must obey since there's no remedy, You must be villains there's no remedy, Mario, Lepido, you two shall help, To bear her children home. It shall not need I can bear more. Thou bearest too much indeed. Come, come sweet lambs we'll laugh and live content Though from the Court we live in banishment, These rich attires are for your mother fit, But not your nurse, therefore I'll off with it.
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I pray thee let them suck I am most méete, To play their Nurse: theyle smile and say tis swéet, Which streames frō hence, if thou dost beare them hēce, My angrie breasts will swell, and as mine eyes Lets fall salt drops, with these white Necter teares, They will be mixt: this sweet will then be brine, Theyle crie Ile chide and say the sinne is thine. Mine armes ake mightily. And my heart akes. And so doth mine: sweet sounds this discord makes. Heere Madame take one, I am weary of both, touch it and kisse it to, its a sweet childe, I would I were rid of my miserie, for I shall drowne my heart, with my teares that fall inward. Oh this is gentlie done this is my boy. My first borne care: thy feete that neuere felt ground, Haue traueld longest in this land of woe, This worlds wildernes, and hast most neede, Of my most comfort: oh I thanke thee Furio, I know I should transforme thee with my teares, And melt thy adamantiue heart like waxe, What wrong shall these haue to be tane from mée, Mildely intreate their Nurse to touch them mildely, For my soule tels me, that my honoured Lord, Does but to trie poore Grissils constancie, Hees full of mercie iustice, full of loue. My cheekes doe glow with shame to heere her speake, Should I not weepe for ioy my heart would breake, And yet a little more Ile stretch my tryall. Mario, Lepido? My gracious Lord? You shall be witnesse of this open wrong, I gaue strait charge, she should not touch these brats, Yet has she tempted with lasciuious teares, The heart of Furio, see she dandles them, Take that childe from her: stay, stay, ile commend, That pittie in thee which Ile reprepend. Doe. Dare you thus contradict our strait commaund But heeres a trustie groome, out hipocrite, I shall doe Iustice wrong to let thée breath, For disobaying me. My gracious Lord, Tempt me not Syren, since you are so louing, Hold you take both your children, get you gon, Derobe her of these rich abiliments, Take downe her hat, her pitcher and her gowne, And as she came to me in beggerie, So driue her to her fathers. My deare Lorde. Uex me not good Mario if you woe me, (Or if you shed one teare) to pittie her, Or if by any drift you succour her, You loose my fauour euerlastingly, We must obey since there's no remedye, You must be villaines theres no remedie, Mario, Lepido, you two shall helpe, To beare her children home. It shall not néede I can beare more. Thou bearest too much indeed. Come, come sweet lambes wee'll laugh and liue content Though from the Court we liue in banishment, These rich attyres are for your mother fit, But not your nurse, therefore Ile off with it.