Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
From who? why from my father? with commendations to you Uncle, and thus he writes: I know saith he, thou hast much troubled thy kind Uncle, whom God-willing at my return I will see amply satisfied: Amply, I remember was the very word; so God help me. Have you the letter here? Yes I have the letter here, here is the letter: no, yes, no let me see, what breeches wore I a Saturday: let me see, a Tuesday, my Calymanka, a Wednesday, my peach colour Satin, a Thursday my velour, a Friday my Callymanka again, a Saturday, let me see a Saturday, for in those breeches I wore a Saturday is the letter: O my riding breeches Ankle, those that you thought had been vellet, In those very breeches is the letter. When should it be dated? Mary Didicimo tersios septembris, no no, trydisimo tersios Octobris, I Octobris so it is. Dicditimo tersios Octobris: and here receive I a letter that your father died in Iune: how say you Kester? Yes truly sir, your father is dead, these hands of mine hope to wind him. Dead? I sir dead. 'sblood, how should my father come dead? I'faith sir according to the old Proverb, The child was borne: and cried, became man, After fell sick, and died. Nay cousen do not take it so heavily. Nay I cannot weep you extempore, mary some two or three days hence, I shall weep without any stintance. But I hope he died in good memory. Very well sir, and set down every thing in good order, And the Katherine and Hue you talked of, I came over in: And I saw all the bills of lading, and the vellet That you talked of, there is no such aboard. By God I assure you, than there is knavery abroad. I'll be sworn of that: there's knavery abroad, Although there were never a piece of vellet in Venice. I hope he died in good estate. To the report of the world he did, and made his will, Of which I am an unworthy bearer. His will, have you his will? Yes sir, and in the presence of your Uncle, I was willed to deliver it. I hope cousen, now God hath blessed you with wealth, you will not be unmindful of me. I'll do reason Uncle, yet i'faith I take the denial of this ten pound very hardly. Nay I denied you not. By God you denied me directly. I'll be judge by this goodfellow. Not directly sir. Why he said he would lend me none, and that had wont to be a direct denial, if the old phrase hold: Well Uncle, come we'll fall to the legacies, In the name of God, Amen. Item, I bequeath to my brother Flowerdale, three hundred pounds, to pay such trivial debts as I owe in London. Item, to my son Mat Flowerdale, I bequeath two bail of false dice, videlicet, high men, and lo men, fullomes, stop cater trays, and other bones of function.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T49 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
From who? why from my father? with commendations to you Vnckle, and thus he writes: I know saith he, thou hast much troubled thy kinde Vnckle, whom God-willing at my returne I will see amply satisfied: Amply, I remember was the very word; so God helpe me. Haue you the letter here? Ys I haue the letter here, here is the letter: no, yes, no let me see, what breechs wore I a Satterday: let me see, a Tuesday, my Calymanka, a Wednesday, my peach colour Sattin, a Thursday my Vellure, a Friday my Callymanka againe, a Satterday, let me see a Satterday, for in those breeches I wore a Satterday is the letter: O my ryding breeches Anckle, those that you thought had bene vellet, In those very breeches is the letter. When should it be date? Mary Didicimo tersios septembris, no no, trydisimo tersios Octobris, I Octobris so it is. Dicditimo tersios Octobris: and here receiue I a letter that your father dyed in Iune: how say you Kester? Yes truly syr, your father is dead, these hands of mine hope to winde him. Dead? I syr dead. Sblood, how should my father come dead? Yfaith syr according to the old Prouerbe, The childe was borne: and cryed, became man, After fell sicke, and dyed. Nay cousen doe not take it so heauily. Nay I cannon weepe you extempory, mary some two or three dayes hence, I shall weep without any stintance. But I hope he dyed in good memory. Very well syr, and set downe euery thing in good order, And the Katherine and Hue you talkt of, I came ouer in: And I saw all the billes of lading, and the vellet That you talkt of, there is no such aboord. By God I assure you, then there is knauery abroad. Ile be sworne of that: ther's knauery abroad, Altho there were neuer a peece of vellet in Vnice. I hope he dyed in good estate. To the report of the world he did, and made his will, Of which I am an vnworthy bearer. His will, haue you his will? Yes syr, and in the presence of your Vnckle, I was willed to deliuer it. I hope cousen, now God hath blessed you with wealth, you will not be vnmindfull of me. Ile doe reason Vnckle, yet yfaith I take the deniall of this tenne pound very hardly. Nay I donyde you not. By God you denide me directly. Ile be iudge by this good-fellowe. Not directly syr. Why he said he would lend me none, and that had wont to be a direct denyall, if the old phrase holde: Well Vnckle, come weele fall to the Legasies, In the name of God, Amen. Item, I bequeath to my brother Flowerdale, three hundred pounds, to pay such triuall debts as I owe in London. Item, to my sonne Ma Flowerdale, I bequeath two bayle of false dyce, Uidelliced, high men, and loe men, fullomes, stop cater traies, and other bones of function.