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 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I perceive Knight you have children, oh 'tis a blessed assurance of heavens favour, and long lasting name to have many children. But I ha' none, Fawn, now; O that's most excellent, a right special happiness, he shall not be a Drudge to his cradle, a slave to his child, he shall be sure not to cherish another's blood, nor toil to advance peradventure some rascal's lust; without children a man is unclogged, his wife almost a Maid: Messalina, thou cried'st out, O blessed barrenness, why once with child the very Venus of a Lady's entertainment hath lost all pleasure. By this ring Fawnus I do hug thee with most passionate affection, and shall make my wife thank thee. Nay my Brother grudgeth not at my probable inheritance, he means once to give a younger brother hope to see fortune. And yet I hear sir Amorosus, you cherish your loins with high art, the only engrosser of Eringoes, prepared Cantharides, cullises made of dissolved Pearl, and bruised Amber, the pith of porkets and candied lambstones are his perpetual meats, Beds made of the down under pigeons wings and Goose-necks, fomentations, baths, electuaries, frictions, and all the nurses of most forcible excited concupiscence he useth with most nice and tender industry. Pish Zuccoli, no Nymphadoro, if sir Amorous would ha' children, let him lie on a mattress, plow or thrash, eat onions, garlic, and leek porridge, Pharaoh and his council were mistaken, and their device to hinder the increase of procreation in the Israelites, with enforcing them to much labour of body, and to feed hard, with beets, garlic, and onions, (meat that make the original of man most sharp, and taking) was absurd. No he should have given barley bread, lettuce, melons, cucumbers, huge store of veal, and fresh beef, blown up their flesh, held them from excercise, rolled them in feathers, & most surely seen them drunk once a day, then would they at their best have begotten but wenches, and in short time their generation enfeebled to nothing. Oh divine Fawnus, where might a man take up forty pound in a commodity of garlic, and onions? Nymphadoro thine ear. Come what are you fleering at? there's some weakness in your brother you wrinkle at thus, come prithee impart, what we are mutually incorporated, turned one into another, bived together, come I believe you are familiar with your sister, and it were known. Witch, Fawnus' witch, why how dost dream I live? is't four score a year thinkst thou maintains my geldings, my pages, foot-cloths, my best feeding, high play, and excellent company? no 'tis from hence, from hence, I mint some four hundred pound a year. Dost thou live like a porter by the back boy? As for my weak rained brother hang him, he has sore shins, damn him Heteroclite, his brain's perished, his youth spent his fodder so fast on others' Cattle, that he now wants for his own winter, I am feign to supply Fawn, for which I am supplied. Dost thou branch him boy? What else Fawn.
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I perceiue Knight you haue children, oh tis a blessed assurance of heauens fauour, and long lasting name to haue many children. But I ha none, Fawne, now; O that's most excellent, a right speciall happinesse, hee shall not bee a Drudge to his cradle, a slaue to his childe, hee shall be sure not to cherish anothers blood, nor toyle to aduance paraduenture some Rascals lust; without children a man is vnclog'd, his wife almost a Maide: Messalina, thou cryedst out, O blessed barrennesse, why once with child the verie Venus of a Ladies entertainment hath lost all pleasure. By this ring Fawnus I doe hugge thee with most passionate affection, and shall make my wife thanke thee. Nay my Brother grudgeth not at my probable inheritance, he meanes once to giue a younger brother hope to see fortune. And yet I heare sir Amorosus, you cherish your loynes with high art, the onely ingrosser of Eringoes, prepar'd Cantharides, Cullesses made of dissolued Pearle, and brus'd Amber, the pith of Parkets and canded Lamstones are his perpetuall meats, Beds made of the downe vnder pigeons winges and Goose-necks, fomentations, bathes, electuaries, frictions, and all the nurses of most forcible excited concupiscence hee vseth with most nice and tender industrie. Pish Zuccoli, no Nymphadoro, if sir Amorous would ha children, let him lie on a mattres, plow or thresh, eate onyons, garlick, and leeke porredge, Pharoah and his councell were mistaken, and their deuise to hinder the encrease of procreation in the Israelites, with inforcing them to much laboure of bodie, and to feed hard, with beetes, garlike, and onions, (meat that make the orriginall of man most sharpe, and taking) was absurd. No hee should haue giuen barlie bread, lettice, mellones, cucumers, huge store of veale, and fresh beefe, blown vppe their flesh, held them from excercise, rould them in feathers, & most suerely seene them drunke once a day, then would they at their best haue begotten but wenches, and in short time their generation infeebled to nothing. Oh deuine Fawnus, where might a man take vp fortie pound in a commoditie of garlike, and onions? Nymphadoro thine eare. Come what are you fleering at? ther's some weakenes in your brother you wrinkle at thus, come prethee imparte, what we are mutually incorporated, turnd one into another, biued togeather, come I beleeue you are familiar with your sister, and it were knowne. Witch, Fawnus witch, why how dost dreame I liue? ist fower score a yeare thinkst thou maintaines my geldings, my pages, foote-clothes, my best feeding, high play, and excellent company? no tis from hence, from hence, I mynt some foure hundred pound a yeere. Dost thou liue like a porter by the backe boy? As for my weake raind brother hang him, hee has sore shinnes▪ dam him Hetoroclite, his braine's perished, his youth spent his foder so fast on others Cattle, that hee now wants for his owne winter, I am faine to supplie Fawne, for which I am supplyed. Dost thou braunch him boy? What else Fawne.