Chapman, George · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · before the Court T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.84 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Didst thou not swear to love me, spite of Father, & all the world That nought should sever us but death itself. I did, but if my father Will have his son forsworn, upon his soul, The blood of my black perjury shall lie, For I will seek his favour though I die. No, no, live still my son, thou well shalt know, I have a father's heart, come join your hands, Still keep thy vows, and live together still. Till cruel death set foot betwixt you both. O speak you this in earnest? I by heaven. And never to recall it? Not till death. Excellent sir, you have done like yourself: What would you more Valerio? Worshipful Father. Come sir, come you in, and celebrate your joys. O Marc-Antonio, Had I not armed you with an expectation, Would not this make you pawn your very soul, The wench had been my sons wife? Yes by heaven: A knavery thus effected might deceive A wiser man than I, for I ah 'las, Am no good politician, plain believing Simple honesty, is my policy still. The visible marks of folly, honesty, and quick Credulity his younger brother. I tell you Marc-Antonio there is much In that young boy my Son. Not much honesty, if I may speak without offence to his father. O God you cannot please me better sir, H'as honesty enough to serve his turn, The less honesty ever the more wit, But go you home, and use your daughter kindly, Mean time I'll school your son: and do you still Dissemble what you know, keep off your son, The wench at home must still be my sons wife, Remember that, and be you blinded still. You must remember too, to let your son Use his accustomed visitations, Only to blind my eyes. He shall not fail: But still take you heed, have a vigilant eye, On that sly child of mine, for by this light, he'll be too bold with your sons forehead else. Well sir let me alone, I'll bear a brain. Come they are gone. Gone, they were far gone here. Gulled I my father, or gulled he himself? Thou toldst him Gratiana was my wife, I have confessed it, he has pardoned it. Nothing more true, enough can witness it. And therefore when he comes to learn the truth, (As certainly for all these sly disguises, Time will strip Truth into her nakedness) Thou hast good plea against him to confess, The honoured Action, and to claim his pardon. 'tis true, for all was done he deeply swore Out of his heart. He has much faith the whiles, That swore a thing, so quite against his heart: Why this is policy. Well see you repair, To Gratiana daily, and enjoy her In her true kind; and now we must expect The resolute, and ridiculous divorce, Cornelio hath sued against his wedlock. I think it be not so; the Ass dotes on her.
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Didst thou not sweare to loue me, spight of Father, & all the world That nought should seuer vs but death it selfe. I did, but if my father Will haue his sonne foresworne, vpon his soule, The blood of my black periurie shall lye, For I will seeke his fauour though I dye. No, no, liue still my sonne, thou well shalt know, I haue a fathers hart, come ioyne your hands, Still keepe thy vowes, and liue together still▪ Till cruell death set foote betwixt you both. O speake you this in earnest? I by heauen. And neuer to recall it? Not till death. Excellent sir, you haue done like your selfe: What would you more Valerio? Worshipfull Father. Come sir, come you in, and celebrate your ioyes. O Marc-Antonio, Had I not armd you with an expectation, Would not this make you pawne your very soule, The wench had bin my sonnes wife? Yes by heauen: A knauerie thus effected might deceiue A wiser man then I, for I ah las, Am noe good polititian, plaine beleeuing Simple honesty, is my policy still. The visible matkes of folly, honesty, and quick Credulitie his yonger brother. I tell you Marc-Antonio there is mutch In that young boy my Sonne. Not much honesty, if I may speake without offence to his father. O God you cannot please me better sir, H'as honesty enough to serue his turne, The lesse honesty euer the more wit, But goe you home, and vse your daughter kindly, Meane time Ile school your sonne: and do you still Dissemble what you know, keepe off your sonne, The wench at home must still be my sonnes wife, Remember that, and be you blinded still. You must remember too, to let your sonne Vse his accustom'd visitations, Onely to blinde my eyes. He shall not faile: But still take you heede, haue a vigilant eye, On that sl childe of mine, for by this light, Heele be too bould with your sonnes forhead els. Well sir let me alone, Ile beare a braine. Come they are gone. Gone, they were farre gone heere. Guld I my father, or guld he himselfe? Thou toldst him Gratiana was my wife, I haue confest it, he has pardoned it. Nothing more true, enow can witnesse it. And therefore when he comes to learne the truth, (As certainly for all these slie disguises, Time will strip Truth into her nakednesse) Thou hast good plea against him to confesse, The honor'd Action, and to claime his pardon. Tis true, for all was done he deeply swore Out of his hart. He has much faith the whiles, That swore a thing, so quite against his hart: Why this is pollicie. Well see you repaire, To Gratiana daily, and enioy her In her true kinde; and now we must expect The resolute, and ridiculous diuorce, Cornelio hath sued against his wedlock. I thinke it be not so; the Asse dotes on her.