Chapman, George · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · before the Court unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Have I fond wretch, With utmost care and labour brought thee up, Ever instructing thee, omitting never The office of a kind and careful Father, To make thee wise and virtuous like thy father: And hast thou in one act everted all? Proclaimed thyself to all the world a fool? To wed a beggar? Father, say not so, Nay she's thy own, here, rise fool, take her to thee, Live with her still, I know thou countest thyself Happy in soul, only in winning her: Be happy still, here, take her hand enjoy her, Would not a son hazard his Father's wrath, His reputation in the world? his birthright, To have but such a mess of broth as this? Be not so violent, I pray you good Gostanzo, Take truce with passion, licence your sad son, To speak in his excuse. What? what excuse? Can any orator in this case excuse him? What can he say? what can be said of any? alas sir, hear me, all that I can say In my excuse, is but to show loves warrant. Notable wag. I know I have committed A great impiety, not to move you first Before the dame, I meant to make my wi Consider what I am, yet young, and green, Behold what she is, is there not in her I, m her very eye, a power to conquer, Even age itself and wisdom, call to mind Sweet Father, what yourself being young have been, Think what you may be, for I do not think The world so far spent with you, but you may Look back on such a beauty, and I hope To see you young again and to live long With young affections, wisdom makes a man Live young for ever: and where is this wisdom If not in you? alas I know not what Rests in your wisdom to subdue affections, But I protest it wrought with me so strongly, That I had quite been drowned in seas of tears Had I not taken hold in happy time Of this sweet hand, my heart had been consumed T'a heap of Ashes with the flames of love, Had it not sweetly been assuaged and cooled, With the moist kisses of these sugared lips. O puissant wag, what huge large thongs he cuts Out of his friend Fortunio's stretching leather. He knows he does it but to blind my eyes. O excellent, these men will put up any thing. Had I not had her, I had lost my life, Which life indeed I would have lost before, I had displeased you, had I not received it From such a kind, a wise, and honoured Father. Notable Boy. Yet do I here renounce Love, life and all, rather than one hour longer Endure to have your love eclipsed from me. O I can hold no longer, if thy words Be used in earnest my Valerio, Thou woundst my heart, but I know 'tis in Jest. No i'll be sworn she has her lyripoope too.
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Haue I fond wretch, With vtmost care and labour brought thee vp, Euer instructing thee, omitting neuer The office of a kinde and carefull Father, To make thee wise and vertuous like thy father: And hast thou in one acte euerted all? Proclaim'd thy selfe to all the world a foole? To wedde a begger? Father, say not so, Nay shees thy owne, here, rise foole, take her to thee, Liue with her still, I know thou countst thy selfe Happy in soule, onely in winning her: Be happy still, heere, take her hand enioy her, Would not a sonne hazard his Fathers wrath, His reputation in the world? his birth-right, To haue but such a messe of broth as this? Be not so violent, I pray you good Gostanzo, Take truce with passion, licence your sad sonne, To speake in his excuse. What? what excuse? Can any orator in this case excuse him? What can he say? what can be said of any? Ahlas sir, heare me, all that I can say In my excuse, is but to shew loues warrant. Notable wagge. I know I haue committed A great impiety, not to mooue you first Before the dame, I meant to make my wi Consider what I am, yet young, and greene, Beholde what she is, is there not in her I, m her very eye, a power to conquer, Euen age it selfe and wisdome, call to minde Sweete Father, what your selfe being young haue bin, Thinke what you may be, for I doe not thinke The world so farre spent with you, but you may Looke back on such a beauty, and I hope To see you young againe▪ and to liue long With young affections, wisdome makes a man Liue young for euer: and where is this wisdome If not in you? ahlas I know not what Rests in your wisedome to subdue affections, But I protest it wrought with me so strongly, That I had quite bin drownd in seas of teares Had I not taken hold in happy time Of this sweete hand, my hart had beene consum'de T'a heape of Ashes with the flames of loue, Had it not sweetly bin asswag'd and cool'd, With the moist kisses of these sugred lippes. O puisant wag, what huge large thongs he cuts Out of his friend Fortunios stretching leather. He knows he does it but to blinde my eyes. O excellent, these men will put vp any thing. Had I not had her, I had lost my life, Which life indeed I would haue lost before, I had displeasd you, had I not receau'd it From such a kinde, a wise, and honour'd Father. Notable Boy. Yet doe I here renounce Loue, life and all, rather then one houre longer Indure to haue your loue eclipsed from me. O I can hold no longer, if thy words Be vs'd in earnest my Valerio, Thou woundst my hart, but I know tist in lest. No ile be sworne she has her lyripoope too.