The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 1 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.79 · 458 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
HAste nephew, what, a sluggard? Fie for shame, Shall he that was our morning Cock, turn Owl, And lock out day light from his drowsy eyes? Pray pardon me for once, lord uncle, for I'll be sworn, I had such a dream this morning: methought one came with a commission to take a Sorrel curtal, that was stolen from him, wheresoever he could find him. And because I feared he would lay claim to my sorrel curtal in my stable I ran to the Smith to have him set on his mane again, and his tail presently, that the Commission-man might not think him a curtal. And when the Smith would not do it, I fell a beating of him, so that I could not wake for my life till I was revenged on him. This is your old valour nephew, that will fight sleeping as well as waking. 'slud Aunt, what if my dream had been true (as it might have been for any thing I knew) there's never a smith in Italie, shall make an Ass of me in my sleep, if I can choose. Well said, my furious nephew: but I see You quite forget that we must rouse today The sharp-tusked Boar: and blaze our huntsmanship before the duke. Forget Lord uncle? I hope not; you think belike my wits are as brittle as a Beetle, or as skittish as your Barbarie Mare: one cannot cry we-hee, but straight she cries tihi. Well guest cousin Hysteron Proteron. But which way will the Duke's grace hunt today? Toward Count Lassos house his Grace will hunt, Where he will visit his late honoured mistress. Who Lady Margaret, that dear young dame? Will his antiquity, never lean his iniquity? Why how now nephew? turned Parnassus lately? Nassus? I know not: but I would I had all the dukes living for her sake, I'd make him a poor duke i'faith. No doubt of that, if thou hadst all his living. I would not stand dreaming of the matter as I do now. Why how do you dream nephew? Mary all last night methought I was tying her shoestring. What all night tying her shoestring? I that I was, and yet I tied it not neither; for as I was tying it, the string broke methought, and then methought, having but one point at my hose, methought, I gave her that to tie her shoe with all. A point of much kindness I assure you. Whereupon, in the very nick methought the Count came rushing in, and I ran rushing out, with my heels about my hose for haste. So, will you leave your dreaming, and dispatch? Mum, not a word more, I'll go before, and overtake you presently.
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HAste nephew, what, a sluggard? Fie for shame, Shal he that was our morning Cock, turn Owle, And locke out day light from his drowsie eies? Pray pardon mee for once, lord vnkle, for Ile bee sworne, I had such a dreame this morning: me thought one came with a commission to take a Sorrell curtoll, that was stole from him, hee could find him. And because I feared he woul ay claime to my sorrell curtoll in my stable I ran to the Smith to haue him set on his mane againe, and his taile presently, that the Commission-man might not thinke him a curtoll. And when the Smith would not doe it, I fell a beating of him, so that I could not wake for my life til I was reuenged on him. This is your old valure nephew, that will fight sleeping as well as waking. Slud Aunt, what if my dreame had beene true▪ (as it might haue beene for any thing I knew) there's neuer a smith in Italie, shall make an Asse of me in my sleepe, if I can chuse. Well said, my furious nephew: but I see You quite forget that we must rowse to day The sharp-tuskt Bore: and blaze our huntsmanship before the duke. Forget Lord vncle? I hope not; you thinke belike my wittes are as brittle as a Beetle, or as skittish as your Barbarie Mare: one cannot crie weh, but straight shee cries tihi. Well ghest coosen Hysteron Proteron. But which way will the dukes grace hunt to day? Toward Count Lassos house his Grace will hunt, Where he will visit his late honourd mistresse. Who Ladie Mararot, that dear yong dame? Will his antiquitie, neuer leane his iniquitie? Why how now nephew? turnd Parnassus lately? Nassus? I know not: but I would I had all the dukes liuing for her sake, Ide make him a poore duke ifaith. No doubt of that, if thou adst all his liuing. I would not stand dreaming of the matter as I do now. Why how doe you dreame nephew? Mary all last night me thought I was tying her shoostring. What all night ying her shoostring? I that I was, and yet I tid it not neither; for as I was tying it, the string broke me thought, and then me thought, hauing but one poynt at my hose, me thought, I gaue her that to tie her shoo with all. A poynt of much kindnesse I assure you. Whervpon, in the vrie nicke me thought the Count came rushing in, and I ranne rushing out, with my heeles about my hose for haste. So, will you leaue your dreaming, and dispatch? Mum, not a worde mre, Ile goe before, and ouertake you presently.