Chapman, George · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · before the Court unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
In that vain still? well Marcantonio, Gur old acquaintance and long neighbourhood Ties my affection to you, and the good Of your whole house; in kind regard whereof I have advised you for your credit's sake, And for the tender welfare of your son, To frown on him a little; if you do not But at first parley take him to your favour, I protest utterly to renounce all care Of you and yours, and all your amities. They say he's wretched that out of himself Cannot draw counsel to his proper weal, But he's thrice wretched that has neither counsel Within himself, nor apprehension Of counsel for his own good, from another. Well, I will arm myself against this weakness The best I can; I long to see this Helen That hath enchanted my young Paris thus, And's like to set all our poor Trope on fire. Here comes my Son; withdraw, take up your stand, You shall hear odds betwixt your Son and mine. Tell him I can not do't: Shall I be made A foolish Novice, my Purse set a broach By every cheating come you seven? to lend My Money and be laughed at? tell him plain I profess Husbandry, and will not play The Prodigal like him, 'gainst my profession. Here's a Son. An admirable spark. Well sir, I'll tell him so. 'sfoot, let him lead A better husband's life, and live not idly, Spending his time, his coin, and self on Wenches. Why what's the matter Son? Cry mercy Sir; why there comes messengers From this and that brave Gallant: and such Gallants, As I protest I saw but through a Grate. And what's this Message? Faith Sir, he's disappointed Of payments; and disfurnished of means present: If I would do him the kind office therefore To trust him but some seven-night with the keeping Of forty Crowns for me, he deeply swears As he's a Gentleman, to discharge his trust, And that I shall eternally endear him To my wished service, he protests and contests. Good words Valerio; but thou art too wise To be deceived by breath: I'll turn thee lose To the most cunning Cheater of them all. 'sfoot, he's not ashamed beside to charge me With a late Promise: I must yield in deed, I did (to shift him with some contentment) Make such a frival promise. ay, well done, Promises are no Fetters: with that tongue Thy promise past, unpromise it again. Wherefore has Man a Tongue, of power to speak, But to speak still to his own private purpose? Beasts utter but one sound; but Men have change Of speech and Reason, even by Nature given them: Now to say one thing, and another now, As best may serve their profitable ends. by’r lady sound instructions to a Son. Nay Sir, he makes his claim by debt of friendship.
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In that vaine still? well Marcantonio, Gur olde acquaintance and long neighbourhood Ties my affection to you, and the good Of your whole house▪ in kinde regard whereof I haue aduisde you for your credite sake, And for the tender welfare of your sonne, To frowne on him a little; if you do not But at rst parle take him to your fauour, I protest vtterly to renownce all care Of you and yours, and all your amities. They say hee's wretched that out of himselfe Cannot draw counsell to his propper weale, But h's thrice wretched that has neither counsell Within himselfe, nor apprehension Of counsaile for his owne good, from another. Well, I will arme my selfe against this weaknes The best I can; I long to see this Hellene That hath enchaunted my young Paris thus, And's like to set all our poore Trop on fire. Here comes my Sonne; withdraw, take vp your stand, You shall heare odds betwixt your Sonne and ine. Tell him I can not doo't: Shall I be made A foolish Nouice, my Purse set a broch By euerie cheating come you seauen? to lend My Money and be laught at? tell him plaine I professe Husbandrie, and will not play The Prodigall like him, gainst my profession. Here's a Sonne. An admiable sparke. Well sir, Ile tell him so. Sfoote, let him lead A better Husbands life, and liue not idlely, Spending his time, his coyne, and selfe on Wenches. Why what's the matter Sonne? Cry mercie Sir; why there comes messengers From this and that braue Gallant▪ and such Gallants, As I protest I saw but through a Grate. And what's this Message? Faith Sir, h's disappoynted Of payments▪ and disfurnisht of meanes present▪ If I would do him the kind office therefore To trust him but some seuen-night with the keeping▪ Of fourtie Crownes for me, h deepely sweare▪ As hee's a Gentleman, to discharge his trust, And that I shall eternally endeare him To my wisht seruice, he protestes and contestes. Good words Ualerio; but thou art too To be decein'd by breath: Ile turne thee loose To the most cunning Cheater of them all. Sfoote, Hee's not ashamde besides to charge mee With a late Promise: I must yeeld in deed, I did (to shift him with some contentment) Make such a friuall promise. I, well done, Promises are no Fetters: with that tongue Thy promise past, vnpromise it againe. Wherefore has Man a Tongue, of powre to speake, But to speake still to his owne priuate purpose? Beastes vtter but one sound; but Men haue change Of speach and Reason, euen by Nature giuen them: Now to say one thing, and an other now, As best may serue their profitable endes. Ber-Ladie sound instructions to a Sonne. Nay Sir, he makes his claime by debt of friendship.