Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Do sister, hang him, let him go. Do faith Mistress Luce, leave him. You are three gross fools, let me alone, I swear i'll live with him in all moan. But an he have his legs at liberty, Ch'm averd he will never live with you. ay but he is now in hucksters handling for running away. housewife, you hear how you and I am wronged, And if you will redress it yet you may: But if you stand on terms to follow him, Never come near my sight nor look on me, Call me not father, look not for a groat, For all thy portion I will this day give Unto thy sister Frances. How say you to that Tom, I shall have a good deal, Besides i'll be a good wife: and a good wife Is a good thing, I can tell. Peace Frank, I would be sorry to see thy sister Cast away, as I am a Gentleman. What, are you yet resolved? Yes, I am resolved. Come then away, or now, or never come. This way I turn, go you unto your feast, And I to weep, that am with grief oppressed. For ever fly my sight: come gentleman Let's in, i'll help you to far better wives than her. Delia upon my blessing talk not too her, Base Baggage, in such haste to beggary? Sheriff take your prisoner to your charge. Uncle, be-god you have used me very hardly, By my troth, upon my wedding day. O M. Flowerdale, but hear me speak, Stay but a little while good M. Sheriff, If not for him, for my sake pity him: Good sir stop not your ears at my complaint, My voice grows weak, for women's words are faint. Look you Uncle, she kneels to you. Fair maid, for you, I love you with my heart, And grieve sweet soul thy fortune is so bad, That thou shouldst match with such a graceless Youth, Go to thy father, think not upon him, Whom hell hath marked to be the son of shame. Impute his wildness sir, unto his youth, And think that now is the time he doth repent: Alas, what good or gain can you receive, To imprison him that nothing hath to pay? And where nought is, the king doth lose his due, O pity him as God shall pity you. Lady, I know his humours all too well, And nothing in the world can do him good, But misery itself to chain him with. Say that your debts were paid, then is he free? I virgin, that being answered, I have done, But to him that is all as impossible, As I to scale the high pyramids. Sheriff take your prisoner, Maiden fare thee well. O go not yet, good M. Flowerdale: Take my word for the debt, my word, my bond. I by God Uncle, and my bond too.
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Doe sister, hang him, let him goe. Doe faith Mistresse Luce, leaue him. You are three grosse ooles, let me alone, I sweare ile liue with him in all mone. But an he haue his legges at libertie, Cham averd hee will neuer liue with you. I but hee is now in hucksters handling for running away. Huswife, you heare how you and I am wrongd, And if you will redresse it yet you may: But if you stand on tearmes to follow him, Neuer come neere my sight nor looke on me, Call me not father, looke not for a groat, For all thy portion I wil this day giue Vnto thy syster Frances. How say you to that Tom, I shall haue a good deale, Besides ile be a good wife: and a good wife Is a good thing, I can tell. Peace Franck, I would be sorry to see thy sister Cast away, as I am a Gentleman. What, are you yet resolued? Yes, I am resolued. Come then away, or now, or neuer come. This way I turne, goe you vnto your feast, And I to weepe, that am with griefe opprest. For euer flie my sight: come gentlemn Lets in, ile helpe you to far better wiues then her. Delia vpon my blessing talke not too her, Bace Baggage, in such hast to beggery? Sheriffe take your prisoner to your charge. Vncle, be-god you haue vsd me very hardly, By my troth, vpon my wedding day. O M. Flowerdale, but heare me speake, Stay but a little while good M. Sheriffe, If not for him, for my sake pittie him: Good syr stop not your eares at my complaint, My voyce growes weake, for womens words are faint. Looke you Vncle, she kneeles to you. Faire maid, for you, I loue you with my heart, And greeue sweet soule thy fortune is so bad, That thou shouldst match with such a gracelesse Youth, Go to thy father, thinke not vpon him, Whom hell hath marked to be the sonne of shame. Impute his wildnesse syr, vnto his youth, And thinke that now is the time he doth repent: Alas, what good or gayne can you receiue, To imprison him that nothing hath to pay? And where nought is, the king doth lose his due, O pittie him as God hall pittie you. Ladie, I know his humours all too well, And nothing in the world can doe him good, But miserie it selfe to chaine him with. Say that your debts were paid, then is he free? I virgin, that being answered, I haue done, But to him that is all as impossible, As I to scale the hye Piramydies. Sheriffe take your prisoner, Maiden fare thee well. O goe not yet, good M. Flowerdale: Take my word for the debt, my word, my bond. I by God Vncle, and my bond too.