Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin typicality 0.82 · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Alas, I near ought nothing but I paid it, And I can work, alas he can do nothing: I have some friends perhaps will pity me, His chiefest friends do seek his misery. All that I can, or beg, get, or receive, Shall be for you: O do not turn away, methinks within a face so reverent, So well experienced in this tottering world, Should have some feeling of a maiden's grief: For my sake, his fathers, and your brother's sake, I for your soul's sake that doth hope for joy, Pity my state: do not two souls destroy. Fair maid stand up, not in regard of him, But in pity of thy hapless choice, I do release him, M. Sheriff I thank you: And officers there is for you to drink. Here maid take this money, there is a 100. Angels, And for I will be sure he shall not have it, Here Kester take it you, and use it sparingly, But let not her have any want at all. Dry your eyes Niece, do not too much lament For him, whose life hath been in riot spent: If well he useth thee, he gets him friends, If ill, a shameful end on him depends. A plague go with you for an old fornicator: Come Kit the money, come honest Kit. Nay by my faith sir, you shall pardon me. And why sir pardon you? give me the money You old Rascal, or I shall make you. Pray hold your hands, give it him honest friend. If you be so content, with all my heart. Content sir, 'sblood she shall be content Whether she will or no. A rattle baby come to follow me: Go get you gone to the greasy chuff your father, Bring me your dowry, or never look on me. Sir she hath forsook her father, and all her friends for you. Hang thee, her friends and father altogether. Yet part with something to provide her lodging. Yes, I mean to part with her and you, but if I part with one Angel, hang me at a post. I'll rather throw them at a cast at Dice, as I have done a thousand of their fellows. Nay then I will be plain degenerate boy, Thou hadst a Father would have been ashamed. My father was an Ass, an old Ass. Thy father? proud licentious villain: What are you at your foils, i'll foil with you. Good sir for bear him. Did not this whining woman hang on me, I'd teach thee what it was to abuse thy father: Go hang, beg, starve, dice, game, that when all is gone Thou mayst after despair and hang thyself. O do not curse him. I do not curse him, and to pray for him were vain, It grieves me that he bears his father name. Well you old rascal, I shall meet with you, sirrah get you gone, I will not strip the livery Over your ears, because you paid for it: But do not use my name, sirrah do you hear? look you do not Use my name, you were best.
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Alas, I n ere ought nothing but I paid it, And I can worke, alas he can doe nothing: I haue some friends perhaps will pittie me, His chiefest friends doe seeke his miserie. All that I can, or beg, get, or receiue, Shall be for you: O doe not turne away, Me thinkes within a face so reuerent, So well experienced in this tottering world, Should haue some feeling of a maidens griefe: For my sake, his fathers, and your brothers sake, I for your soules sake that doth hope for ioy, Pittie my state: do not two soules destroy. Faire maid stand vp, not in regard of him, But in pittie of thy haplesse choise, Idoe release him, M. Sheriffe I thanke you: And officers there is for you to drinke. Here maide take this monie, there is a 100. Angels, And for I will be sure he shall not haue it, Here Kester take it you, and vse it sparingly, But let not her haue any want at all. Dry your eyes Neece, doe not too much lament For him, whose life hath beene in royot spent: If well he vseth thee, he gets him friends, If ill▪ shamefull end on him depends. A plague goe with you for an old fornicator: Come Kyt the monie, come honest Kyt. Nay by my faith sir, you shall pardon me. And why sir pardon you? giue me the mony You old Rascall, or I shall make you. Pray hold your hands, giue it him honest friend. If you be so content, with all my heart. Content syr, sblood shee shall be content Whether she will or no. A rattle baby come to follow me: Goe get you gone to the greasie chuffe your father, Bring me your dowrie, or neuer looke on me. Syr she hath forsooke her father, and all her friends for you. Hang thee, her friends and father altogether. Yet part with something to prouide her lodging. Yes, I meane to part with her and you, but if I part with one Angel, hang me at a poste. Ile rather throwe them at a cast at Dice, as I haue done a thousand of their fellowes. Nay then I will be plaine degenerate boy, Thou hadst a Father would haue beene a shamed. My father was an Ase, an old Asse. father? proud lycentious villaine: What are you at your foyles, ile foyle with you. Good sir for beare him. Did not this whining woman hang on me, Ide teach thee what it was to abuse thy father: Goe hang, beg, starue, dice, game, that when all is gone Thou maist after dispaire and hang thy selfe. O doe not curse him. I doe not curse him, and to pray for him were vaine, It greeues me that he beares his father name. Well you old rascall, I shall meet with you, Syrrha get you gone, I will not strip the liuery Ouer your ares, because you paid for it: But do not vse my name, syrrha doe you heare? looke you doe not Vse my name, you were best.