Chapman, George · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
What a difference Doth interpose itself, twixt him and you? Had your son used you thus? My son? alas I hope to bring him up in other fashion, Follows my husbandry, sets early foot Into the world; he comes not at the city, Nor knows the city Arts. But dice and wenching. Acquaints himself with no delight but getting, A perfect pattern of sobriety, Temperance and husbandry to all my household, And what's his company I pray? not wenches. Wenches? I durst be sworn he never smelled a wench's breath Yet, but methinks 'twere fit you sought him out a wife. A wife Rinaldo? He dares not look a woman in the face. 'sfoot hold him to one, your son such a sheep? 'tis strange in earnest. Well sir, though for my thriftless brother's sake, I little care how my wronged father takes it, Yet for my father's quiet, if yourself Would join hands with your wife and toward Son, I should deserve it some way. Good Rinaldo, I love you and your father, but this matter Is not for me to deal in: And 'tis needless, You say your brother is resolved, presuming Your father will allow it. See my father, since you are resolute not to move him Sir, In any case conceal the secret Absconditse, By way of an atonement let me pray you will. Upon mine honour. Thanks Sir. God save thee honourable Knight Gostanzo. Friend Marc. Antonio? welcome, and I think I have good news to welcome you withal. He cannot hold. What news I pray you Sir? You have a forward, valiant eldest Son, But wherein is his forwardness, and valour? I know not where in you intend him so. Forward before, valiant behind, his duty, That he hath dared before your due consent To take a wife. A wife sir? what is she? One that is rich enough, her hair pure Amber, Her forehead mother of pearl, her fair eyes Two wealthy diamonds: her lips, mines of Rubies: Her tooth, are orient pearl; her neck, pure ivory. jest not good Sir, in an affair so serious, I love my son, and if his youth reward me With his contempt of my consent in marriage: T to be fear'd that his presumption buildes not Of his good choice, that will bear out itself, And being bad, the news is worse than bad. What call you bad? is it bad to be poor? The world accounts it so; but if my soon Have in her birth and virtues held his choice, Without disparagement, the salt is less. Sits the wind there? blows there so calm a gale From a contemned and deserved anger? Are you so easy to be disobeyed? What should I do? if my enamoured son Have been so forward; I assure myself He did it more to satisfy his love, Than to incense my hate, or to neglect me.
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What a difference Doth it selfe, twixt him and you? Had your sonne vs'd you thus? My sonne? alas I hope to bring him vp in other fashion, Followes my husbandry, sets early foote Into the world; he comes not at the citty, Nor knowes the citty Artes. But dice and wenching. Acquaints himselfe with no delight but getting, A perfect patterne of sobriety, Temperance and husbandry to all my housholde, And what's his company I pray? not wenches. Wenches? I besworne he neuer smelt a wenches breath Yet, but me thinkes twere fit you sought him out a wife. A wife Rynaldo? He dares not lookee a woman in the face. Sfoote holde him to one, your sonne such a sheep? Tis strange in earnest. Well sir, though for my thriftlesse brothers sake, I little care how my wrong'd takes it, Yet for my fathers quiet, if your selfe Would ioyne hands with your wife and toward Sonne, I should deserue it some way. Good Rynaldo, I loue you and your father, but this matter Is not for me to deale in: And tis needlesse, You say your brother is resolu'd, presuming Your father will allow it. See my father, since you are resolute not to moue him Sir, In any case conceale the secret Absconditse, By way of an attonement let me pray you will. Vpon mine honour. Thankes Sir. God saue thee honourable Knight Gostanzo. Friend Marc. Antonio? welcome, and I thinke I haue good newes to welcome you withall. He cannot holde. What newes I pray you Sir? You haue a forward, valiant eldest Sonne, But wherein is his forwardnes, and valour? I know not where in you intend him so. Forward before, valiant behinde, his duety, That he hath dar'd before your due consent To take a wife. A wife sir? what is she? One that is rich enough, her hayre pure Amber, Her forehead mother of pearle, her faire eyes Two wealthy diamants: her lips, mines of Rubies: Her tth, are orient pearle; her necke, pure Iuory. Iest not good Sir, in an affayre so serious, I loue my sonne, and if his youth reward me With his contempt of my consent in mariage▪ T to be fear'd that his presumption buildes not Of his good choyce, that will beare out it selfe, And being bad, the newes is worse then bad. What call you bad? is it bad to be poore? The world accounts it so; but if my soone Haue in her birth and vertues helde his choice, Without disparagement, the sault is lesse. Sits the winde there▪ blowes there so calme a gale From a contemned and deserued anger? Ae you so easie to be disobay'd? What should I doe? if my enamou'd sonne Haue been so forward; I assure my selfe He did it more to satisfie his loue, Then to incense my hate, or to neglect me.