Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 489 words
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Your bond sir, why what are you? One whose word in London though I say it, Will pass there for as much as yours. wert not thou late that unthrifts servingman? Look on me better, now my scar is off. near muse man at this metamorphosy. M. Flowerdale. My father, O I shame to look on him. Pardon dear father the follies that are passed. Son, son I do, and joy at this thy change, And applaud thy fortune in this virtuous maid, Whom heaven hath sent to thee to save thy soul. This addeth joy to joy, high heaven be praised. M. Flowerdale, welcome from death, good M. Flowerdale. 'twas said so here, 'twas said so here good faith. I caused that rumour to be spread myself, Because i'd see the humours of my son, Which to relate the circumstance is needless: And sirrah see you run no more into that same disease: For he that's once cured of that malady, Of Riot, Swearing, Drunkenness, and Pride, And falls again into the like distress, That fever is deadly, doth till death endure: Such men die mad as of a calenture. Heaven helping me, i'll hate the course as hell. Say it and do it cousin, all is well. Well being in hope you'll prove an honest man, I take you to my favour brother Flowerdale, Welcome with all my heart: I see your care Hath brought these acts to this conclusion, And I am glad of it, come let's in and feast. Nay zoft you awhile, you promised to make Sir Arthur and me amends, here is your wisest Daughter, see which ans she'll have. A God's name, you have my good will, get hers. How say you then Damsel, tyters hate? ay sir, am yours. Why, then send for a Vicar, and Chil have it Dispatched in a trice so chill. Pardon me sir, I mean I am yours, In love, in duty: and affection. But not to love as wife, shall near be said, Delia was buried married, but a maid. Do not condemn yourself for ever Virtuous fair, you were borne to love. Why you say true sir Arthur she was ybere to it So well as her mother, but I pray you show us Some zamples or reasons why you will not marry? Not that I do condemn a married life, For 'tis no doubt a sanctimonious thing: But for the care and crosses of a wife, The trouble in this world that children bring, My vow is in heaven in earth to live alone, Husbands howsoever good, I will have none. Why then Chil will live Bachelor too, Che zet not a vig by a wife, if a wife zet not a vig By me: Come shall's go to dinner? Tomorrow I crave your companies in Marklane: tonight we'll frolic in M. Civets house, And to each health, drink down a full carouse.
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Your bond sir, why what are you? One whose word in ho I say it, Will passe there for as much as yours. VVeart not thou late that vnthrifts seruingman? Looke on me better, now my scarre is off. Nere muse man at this metamorphosie. M. Flowerdale. My father, O I shame to looke on him. Pardon deare father the follyes that are past. Sonne, sonne I doe, and ioy at this thy change, And applaud thy fortune in this vertuous maide, Whom heauen hath sent to thee to saue thy soule. This addeth ioy to ioy, hie heauen be prais'd. M. Flowerdale, welcome frō death, good M. Flowerdale. Twas sed so here, twas sed so here good faith. I caused that rumour to be spred my selfe▪ Because ide see the humours of my sonne, Which to relate the circumstance is needlesse▪ And sirra see you runne no more into that same disease: For he thats once cured of that maladie, Of Ryot, Swearing, Drunkennes, and Prid, And falles againe into the like distresse, That feuor is deadly, doth till death indure: Such men die mad as of a callenture. Heauen helping me, ile hate the course as hell. Say it and do it Cozen, all is well. Wel being in hope youle proue an honest man, I take you to my fauour brother Flowerdale, Welcome with all my heart: I see your care Hath brought these acts to this conclusion, And I am glad of i, come lets in and feast. Nay zoft you awhile, you promised to make Sir and me , here is your wisest Daughter, see which ans sheele haue. A Gods name, you haue my good will, get hers. How say you the Damsell, tyters hate? I ir, am yours. Why, then send for a Vicar, and chil haue it Dispatched in a trice so chill. Pardon me sir, I meane I am yours, In loue, in dutie: and affection. But not to loue as wife, shall be said, Delya was buried married, but a ayd. Doe not condemne your selfe for euer Vertuous faire, you were borne to loue. Why you say true sir she was ybere to it So well as her mother▪ but I pray you shew vs Some zamples or reasons why you will not marry? Not that I doe condemne a married life, For tis no doubt a thing: But for the care and crosses of a wife, The trouble in this world that children bring, My vow is in heauen in earth to liue alone, Husbands howsoeuer good, I will haue none. Why then chil will liue Batcheller too, Che zet not a vig by a wife, if a wife zet not a vig By me▪ Come shalls go to dinner? To morrow I craue your companies in Marklane: To night weele frolike in M. house, And to each health, drinke downe a full carouse.