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 · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
What world is this? I told this to Rinaldo, Advising him to fetch her from my house, And his young wit not knowing where to lodge her Unless with you: and saw that could not be, Without some wile: I presently suggested This quaint device, to say she was my sons: And all this plot, good Marc-Antonio, Flowed from this fount, only to blind our eyes. Out of how sweet a dream have you awaked me? By heaven, I durst have laid my part in heaven All had been true; it was so lively handled, And drawn with such a seeming face of truth: Your son had cast a perfect vail of grief Over his face, for his so rash offence, To seal his love with act of marriage, Before his father had subscribed his choice: My son (my circumstance lessening the fact) Entreating me to break the matter to you, And joining my effectual persuasions, With your sons penitent submission, Appease your fury; I at first assented, And now expect their coming to that purpose. 'twas well, 'twas well, see me to believe it still, Let Art end what Credulity began, When they come, suit your words and looks to theirs, Second my sad Sons feigned submission, And see in all points how my brain will answer, His disguised grief, with a set countenance Ofrage and choller; now obserue and learne To school your son by me. On with your mask; here come the other maskers sir, Come on I say, Your Father with submission willbe calmed; come on; down a your knees: Villain durst thou Presume to gull thy Father? dost thou not Tremble to see my bent and cloudy brows Ready to thunder on thy graceless head, And with the bolt of my displeasure cut The thread of all my living from thy life, For taking thus a beggar to thy wife? Father, if that part I have in your blood, If tears, which so abundantly distill Out of my inward eyes: and for a need, Can drown these outward (lend me thy handkercher) And being indeed as many drops of blood, Issuing from the Creator of my heart, Be able to beget so much compassion, Not on my life, but on this lovely Dame, Whom I hold dearer? Out upon thee villain. Nay good Gostanzo, think you are a Father. I will not hear a word; out, out upon thee: Wed without my advise, my love, my knowledge, ay, and a beggar too, a trull, a blows? You thought not so last day, when you offered her A twelve months' board for one nights lodging with her. Go to, no more of that, peace good Rinaldo, It is a fault that only she and you know. Well sir, go on I pray.
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What world is this? I tolde this to Rinaldo, Aduising him to fetch her from my house, And his yong wit not knowing where to lodge her Vnlesse with you: and saw that could not be, Without some wyle: I presently suggested This queint deuise, to say she was my sonnes: And all this plot, good Marc-Antonio, Flow'd from this fount, onely to blinde our eyes. Out of how sweete a dreame haue you awak't me? By heauen, I durst haue laid my part in heauen All had bin true; it was so liuely handled, And drawne with such a seeming face of trueth: Your sonne had cast a perfect vaile of grie Ouer his face, for his so rash offence, To seale his loue with act of marriage, Before his father had subscrib'd his choyce: My sonne (my circumstance lessening the fact) Intreating me to breake the matter to you, And ioyning my effectuall perswasions, With yoursonnes penitent submission, Appease your ury; I at first assented, And now expect their comming to that purpose. T'was well▪ t'was well, see me to beleeue it still, Let Art end what Credulitie began, When they come, suire your words and lookes to theirs, Second my sad Sonnes fain'd submission, And see in all points how my braine will answere, His disguisde grie ▪ with a set countenance Ofrage and choller; now obserue and learne To schoole your sonne by me. On with your maske; here come the other makers sir, Come on I say, Your Father with submission wilbe calm'd; come on; downe a your knees: Villaine durst thou Presume to gull thy Father? doost thou not Tremble to see my bent and cloudy browes Ready to thunder on thy gracelesse head, And with the bolt of my displeasure cut The thred of all my liuing from thy life, For taking thus a beggar to thy wife? Father, if that part I haue in your blood, If teares, which so aboundantly distill Out of my inward eyes: and for a neede, Can drowne these outward (lend me thy hand-kercher) And being indeed as many drops of blood, Issuing from the Creator of my hart, Be able to beget so much compassion, Not on my life, but on this louely Dam ▪ Whom I hold dearer? Out vpon thee villaine. Nay good Gostanzo, thinke you are a Father. I will not heare a word; out, out vpon thee: Wed without my aduise, my loue, my knowledge, I, and a begger too, a trull, a blowse? You thought not so last day, when you offerd he A twelue months boord for one nights lodging with her. Goe too, no more of that, peace good Rinaldo, It is a fault that onely she and you know. Well sir, go on I pray.