The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 16 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
O not I: I do not fancy any thing like you. Nay but I pray thee tell me. You do not mean to marry her yourself? Not I by heaven. Take heed now, do not gull me. No by that candle. Then will I be plain. Think you she dotes not too much on my father? O yes, no doubt on't. Nay, I pray you speak. You silly man you, she cannot abide him. Why sweet friend pardon me, alas I knew not. But I do note you are in some things simple, And wrong yourself too much. Thank you good friend, For your plain dealing, I do mean so well. But who saw ever summer mixed with winter? There must be equal years where firm love is. Could we two love so well so suddenly Were we not some thing equaller in years. Than he and she are? I cry ye mercy sir, I know we could not, but yet be not too bitter, Considering love is fearful. And sweet friend, I have a letter t'entreat her kindness. Which if you would convey. ay, if I would sir? Why faith, dear friend, I would not die requiteless. Would you not so sir? By heaven a little thing would make me box you, Which if you would convey? why not I pray? Which (friend) thou shalt convey. Which friend, you shall then. Well friend, and I will then. And use some kind persuasive words for me? The best I swear that my poor tongue can forge. ay, well said, poor tongue: O 'tis rich in meekness; You are not known to speak well? You have won Direction of the Earl and all his house, The favour of his daughter, and all Dames That ever I saw, come within your sight, With a poor tongue? A plague a your sweet lips. Well, we will do our best: And faith my Vince, She shall have an unwieldy and dull soul, If she be nothing moved with my poor tongue, Call it no better; Be it what it will. Well said i'faith; Now if I do not think 'tis possible, besides her bare receipt Of that my Letter, with thy friendly tongue. To get an answer of it, never trust me. An answer man? 'sblood make no doubt of that. By heaven I think so; now a plague of Nature, That she gives all to some, and none to others. How I endear him to me! Come Vince, rise, Next time I see her, I will give her this: Which when she sees, she'll think it wondrous strange Love should go by descent, and make the son Follow the father in his amorous steps. she needs must think it strange, that never yet saw I durst speak to her, or had scarce her sight. Well Vince, I swear thou shalt both see and kiss her. Swears my dear friend? by what? even by our friendship.
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O not I: I doe not fancie any thing like you▪ Nay but I pray thee tell me. You do not meane to marry her your self? Not I by heauen. Take heede now, do not gull me. No by that candle. Then will I be plaine. Thinke you she dotes not too much on my father? O yes, no doubt on't. Nay, I pray you speake. You seely man you, she cannot abide him. Why sweete friend pardon me, alas I knew not. But I doe note you are in some things simple, And wrong your selfe too much. Thanke you good friend, For your playne dealing, I doe mene so well. But who saw eer summer mixt with winter? There must be equall yeares where firme loue is. Could we two loue so well so soddainely Were we not some thing equaller in yeares. Than he and shee are? I cry ye mercy sir, I know we could not, but yet be not oo bitter, Considering loue is fearefull. And sweete friend, I haue a letter t'intreate her kindnesse. Which if you would conuay. I, if I would sir? Why fayth, deare friend, I would not die requitelesse. Would you not so sir? By heauen a little thing would make me boxe you, Which if you would convaie? why not I pray? Which (friend) thou shalt conuaie. Which friend, you shall then. Well friend, and I will then. And vse some kinde perswasiue wordes for me? The best I sweare that my poore toung can forge. I, wel said, poore toung: O tis rich in meekenesle; You are not knowne to speake well? You haue wonne Direction of the Earle and all his house, The fauour of his daughter, and all Dames That euer I sawe, come within your sight, With a poore tongue? A plague a your sweete lippes. Well, we will doe our best: And faith my Uince, She shall haue an vnweldie and dull soule, If she be nothing moou'd with my poore tongue, Call it no better; Be it what it will. Well said ifaith; Now if I doe not thinke Tis possible, besides her bare receipt Of that my Letter, with thy friendly tongue. To get an answere of it, neuer trust me. An answer man? Sbloud make no doubt of that. By heauen I thinke so; now a plague of Nature, That she giues all to some, and none to others. How I endeare him to me! Come Vince, rise, Next time I see her, I will giue her this: Which when she sees, sheele thinke it wondrous strange Loue should goe by descent, and make the sonne Follow the father in his amorous steppes. Shee needes must thinke it strange, that neuer yet saw I durst speake to her, or had sarce hir sight. Well Vince, I sweare thou shalt both see and kisse her. Sweares my deere friend? by what? Euen by our friendship.