Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [Sep 18] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.75 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
By my life but it is Niece. By my life but 'tis none of my deed then. Do you use to set your hand to that which is not your deed, your hand is at it Niece, and if there be any law in England, you shall perform it too: this is plain dishonoured deceit. Does all your truest kindness end in law? Have patience Niece, for whatsoe'er I say Only the laws of faith, and thy free love Shall join my friend and thee, or nought at all, By my friend's love, and by this kiss it shall. Why, thus did false Accontius snare Cydippe. Indeed dear love his wile was something like And then tis no vnheard-ofrecherie That was enacted in a god's Eye, Accontius worthy love feared not Diana Before whom he contrived this sweet deceit Well there you have my hand, but I'll be sworn I never did thing so against my will. 'twill prove the better madam, doubt it not. And to allay the billows of your blood, Raised with my motion bold and opposite Dear niece sup with me, and refresh your spirits: I have invited your companions With the two guests that dined with you to day, And will send for the old Lord Love-all The Captain, and his mates and (though at night) We will be merry as the morning Lark. No, no my Lord, you will have Clarence there. A 'las poor gentleman I must tell you now he's extreme sick, and was so when he writ Though he did charge me not to tell you so; And for the world he cannot come abroad. Is this the man that without passion loves I do not tell you he is sick with love; Or if he be 'tis wilful passion. Which he doth choose to suffer for your sake And could restrain his sufferance with a thought, Upon my life he will not trouble you; And therefore worthy niece fail not to come. I will on that condition. 'tis performed: for were my friend well and could comfort me; I wood not now entreat your company, but one of you I must have, or I die, oh such a friend is worth a monarchy. Nay my gallants I will tell you more. Forth good my Lord. The evening came and then our waxen stars Sparkled about the heavenly court of France. When I then young and radiant as the sun Give luster to those lamps, and curling thus My golden foretop, stepped into the presence, Where set with other princely dames I found The Countess of Lancalier and her niece Who as I told you cast so fixed an eye On my behaviours talking with the king: True my good Lord. They rose when I came in, and all the lights burnt dim for shame, when I stood up and shined. O most passionate description Sir Cutt: True of a candle's end.
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By my life but it is Neece. By my life but tis none of my deed then. Doe you vse to set your hand to that which is not your deed, your hand is at it Neece, and if there be any law in England, you shall performe it too: VVh, ythis is plaine dishonoured deceit. Does all your truest kindnes end in lawe? Haue patience Neece, for what so ere I say Onely the lawes of faith, and thy free loue Shall ioyne my friend and thee, or naught at al, By my friends loue, and by this kisse it shall. VVhy, thus did false Accontius snare Cydippe. Indeed deere loue his wile was something like And then tis no vnheard-ofrecherie That was enacted in a goddes Eye, Accontis wortie loue feard not Diana Before whome he contriu'de this sweete deceite VVel there you haue my hand, but ile besworne I neuer did thing so against my will. T'will proue the better madam, doubt it not▪ And to allay the billows of your blood, Rais'de with my motion bold and opposite Deere neece suppe with me, and refresh your spirites: I haue inuited your companions VVith the two guests that dinde with you to daie, And will send for the old Lord Furnifall The Captaine, and his mates and (tho at night) VVe will be merrie as the morning Larke. No, no my Lord, you will haue Clarence there. A las poore gentleman I must tell you now Hees extreame sicke, and was so when he writt Tho he did charge me not to tell you so; And for the world he cannot come abroade. Is this the man that without passion loues I doe not tell you he is sicke with loue; Or if he be tis wilfull passion. VVhich he doth choose to suffer for your sake And cood restraine his sufferance with a thought, Vppon my life he will not trouble you; And therefore worthie neece faile not to come. I will on that condition. Tis perform'd: for were my friend well and cood comfort me; I wood not now intreate your companie, but one of you I must haue, or I die, oh such a friend is worth a monarchie. Nay my gallants I will tell you more. Forth good my Lord. The euening came and then our waxen stars Spakled about the heauenly court of Fraunce. VVhen I then young and readiant as the sunne Gue luster to those lampes, and curling thus My golden foretoppe▪ stept into the presence, Where set with other princely dames I found The Countesse of Lancalier and her neece VVho as I told you cast so fix'd an eye On my behauiours talking wth the king: True my good Lord. They rose when I came in, and all the lights Burnd dim for shame, when I stood vp and shind. O most passionate description Sir Cutt: True of a candles end.