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 0.80 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
An artificial cobweb to catch flies, And nourish Spiders, could she cut my throat, W with her departure I had been her calf, And made a dish at supper for my guests Of her kind charge, I am beholding to her, Puff, is there not a feather in this air A man may challenge for her? what? a feather? So easy to be seen; so apt to trace; In the weak flight of her unconstant wings? A mote man at the most, that with the sun, Is only seen, yet with his radiant eye, we cannot single so from other motes, To say this mote is she, passion of death, She wrongs me past a death, come, come my friend, Is mine, she not her own, and there's an end. Come uncle shall we go to supper now? zounds to supper? what a dolour is this? A 'las what ails my uncle, Ladies see. Is not your Lordship well? Good speak my Lord. A sweet plague on you all, ye witty rogues have you no pity in your villainous jests, but run a man quite from his fifteen wits? Will not your Lordship see your friend, and niece? Wood I might sink if I shame not to see her Tush 'twas a passion of pure jealousy, I'll now make her now amends with Adoration. God's of learning and of constancy, Of friendship and every other virtue. Come, come, you have abused me now I know And now you plaster me with flatteries. My Lord the contract is knit fast betwixt them Now all heavens choir of Angels sing Amen, And bless these true borne nuptials with their bliss, And Niece though you have Cozened me in this, I'll uncle you yet in another thing, And quite deceive your expectation. For where you think you have contracted hearts With a poor gentleman, he is sole heir To all my Earldom, which to you and yours I freely, and for ever here bequeath; Call forth the Lords, sweet Ladies let them see This sudden and most welcome Novelty; But cry you mercy Niece, perhaps your modesty Will not have them partake this sudden match. O uncle think you so, I hope I made My choice with too much judgement to take shame Of any form I shall perform it with. Said like my Niece, and worthy of my friend. My Lords, take witness of an absolute wonder, A marriage made for virtue, only virtue, My friend, and my dear niece are man and wife. A wonder of mine honour, and withal A worthy precedent for all the world; Heaven bless you for it Lady, and your choice. Thanks my good Lord. An Accident that will make policy blush, And all the Compliments of wealth and state, In the successful and unnumbered Race That shall flow from it, filled with fame and grace. So may it speed dear Countess, worthy Clarence. Thanks good Sir Cutberd. Captain be not dismayed, I'll marry thee, For while we live, thou shalt my consort be.
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An artificiall cobwebbe to catch flies, And nourish Spiders, cood she cut my throate, VV with her departure I had byn her calfe, And made a dish at supper for my guests Of her kinde charge, I am beholding to her, Puffe, is there not a feather in this yre A man may challenge for her? what? a feather? So easie to be seene; so apt to trace; In the weake flight of her vnconstant wings? A mote man at the most, that with the sunne, Is onely seene, yet with his radiant eye, we cannot single so from other motes, To say this mote is shee, passion of death, She wrongs me past a death, come▪ come my friend, Is mine, she not her owne, and theres an end. Come vnckle shall we goe to supper now? Zounes to supper? what a dor is this? A las what ailes my vnckle, Ladies see. Is not your Lordshippe well? Good speake my Lord. A sweete plague on you all, ye wittie rogues haue you no pittie in your villanous iests, but runne a man quite from his fifteene witts? VVill not your Lord-shippe see your friend, and neece? VVood I might sinke if I shame not to see her Tush t'was a passion of pure Ielosie, Ile now make her now a mends with Adoration. Goddes of learning and of constancie, Of friendshippe and euerie other vertue. Come, come, you haue abus'de me now I know And now you plaister me with flatteries. My Lord the conract is knit fast betwixt them Now all heauens quire of Angels sing Amen, And blesse thes true borne with their blisse, And Neece tho you haue me in this, Ile vnckle you yet in an other thing, And quite deceiue your expectation. For where you think you haue contracted harts VVith a poore gentleman, he is sole heire To all my arledome, which to you and yours I freely, and for euer here bequeath; Call forth the Lords, sweet Ladies let them see This sodaine and most welcome Noueltie; But rie you mercy Neece, perhaps your modestie VVill not haue them pertake this sodaine matche. O vnckle thinke you so, I hope I made My choyce with too much Iudgment to take shame Of any forme I shall performe it with. Said like my Neece, and worthy of my friend. My Lords, take witnes of an absolute wonder, A marriage made for vertue, onely vertue, My friend, and my deere neece are man and wife. A wonder of mine honour, and withall A worthie presedent for al the world; Heauen blesse you for it Ladie, and your choyce. Thankes my good Lord. An Accident that will make pollicie blushe, And all the Complements of wealth and state, In the succesfull and vnnumbred Race That shall flowe from it, fild with fame and grace. So may it speed deere Countsse, worthy Clarence. Thankes good Sir Cuberd. Captaine be not dismaid, Ile marrie thee, For while we liue, thou shalt y consort be.