Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Gracious my father fear not, I rest most duteous to your dispose. Set on then, for the Music gives us notice the Prince is hard at hand. You are most welcome to our long desiring Father, to us you are come.— From our long desiring Father. Is this your father's true proportion? No Lady, but the perfect counterfeit. And the best graced. The painter's Art could yield. I wonder he would send a counterfeit to move our love, Hear, that's my wit, when I was 18. old such a pretty joying wit had I, but age hath made us wise (hast not my Lord?) Why fairest Princes, if your eye dislike that deader piece, behold me his true form and livelier image, such my Father hath been. My Lord, please you to scent this flower. 'tis withered Lady, the flowers scent is gone. This hath been such as you are, hath been sir; they say in England, that a far famed Friar had girt the Island round with a brass wall, if that they could have catched, Time is, but Time is past, left it hill clipped with aged Neptune's arm. Aurora yet keeps chaste old Titheus' bed. Yet blushes at it when she rises. Pretty, pretty, just like my younger wit: you know it my Lord. But is your Father's age thus fresh, hath yet his head so many hairs? More, more, by many a one. More say you? More. Right sir, for this hath none, is his eye so quick as this same piece makes him show? The courtesy of Art hath given more life to that part, than the sad cares of state would grant my father. This model speaks above forty. Then doth it somewhat flatter, for our father hath seen more years, and is a little shrunk from the full strength of time. Somewhat coldly praised. Your father hath a fair Solicitor, And be it spoke with virgin modesty, I would he were no elder, not that I do fly His side for years, or other hopes of youth, But in regard the malice of lewd tongues Quick to deprave on possibilities, (Almost impossibilities) will spread rumours, to honour dangerous. What? whisper? ay, my Lord Granuffo 'twere fit To part their lips: men of discerning wit That have read Plinie can discourse, or so, But give me practise: well experienced age Is the true Delphos. I am no Oracle But yet I'll prophesy: well my Lord Granuffo, 'tis fit to interrupt their privacy, Is't not my Lord? now sure thou art a man Of a most learned silence, and one whose words Have been most precious to me, right, I know thy heart, 'tis true, thy legs discourse with right and grace, And thy tongue is constant. Fair my Lord, Forbear all all private closer conference, What from your father comes, comes openly, And so must speak: for you must know my age Hath seen the beings and the quide of things,
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Gracious my father feare not, I rest most dutious to your dispose. Set on then, for the Musicke giues vs notice the Prince is hard at hand. You are most welcome to our long desiring Father, to vs you are come.— From our long desiring Father. Is this your fathers true proportion? No Ladie, but the perfect counterfeit. And the best grac't. The Painters Art could yeeld. I wonder he would send a counterfeit to mooue our loue, Heare, thats my wit, when I was 18. old such a prettie ioying wit had I, but age hath made vs wise (hast not my Lord?) Why fairest Princes, if your eye dislike that deader peece, behold me his true forme and liuelier image, such my Father hath beene. My Lord, please you to scent this flower. Tis withered Ladie, the flowers scent is gone. This hath beene such as you are, hath beene sir; they say in England, that a farre fam'd Frier had guirt the Island round with a brasse wall, if that they could haue catched, Time is, but Time is past, left it hill clipt with aged Neptunes arme. Aurora yet keepes chast old Titheus bed. Yet blushes at it when she rises. Prettie, prettie, iust like my yonger wit: you know it my Lord. But is your Fathers age thus fresh, hath yet his head so many haires? More, more, by many a one. More say you? More. Right sir, for this hath none, is his eye so quicke as this same peece makes him shew? The curtesie of Art hath giuen more life to that part, than the sad cares of state would graunt my father. This modell speakes aboue fortie. Then doth it somewhat flatter, for our father hath seene more yeares, and is a little shrunke from the full strength of time. Somewhat coldly prays'd. Your father hath a faire Solicitor, And be it spoke with virgin modestie, I would he were no elder, not that I doe flie His side for yeares, or other hopes of youth, But in regard the malice of lewd tonges Quicke to depraue on possibilities, (Almost impossibilities) will spread Rumors, to honour dangerous. What? whisper? I, my Lord Granuffo twere fit To part their lippes: men of discerning wit That haue read Plinie can discourse, or so, But giue me practise: well experienc't age Is the true Delphos. I am no Oracle But yet Ile prophesie: well my Lord Granuffo, Tis fit to interrupt their priuacie, Is't not my Lord? now sure thou art a man Of a most learned scilence, and one whose words Haue bin most pretious to me, right, I know thy heart, Tis true, thy legges discourse with right and grace, And thy tonge is constant. Faire my Lord, Forbeare all all pruat closer conference, What from your father comes, comes openly, And so must speake: for you must know my age Hath seene the beings and the quide of things,