Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
It's no matter what you say. For my father told me thus much before I came, that you would be something nice at first: but he bade me like you near the worse for that for I were the liker to speed. Then you were best leave of your suit till some other time: and when my leisure serves me to love you, I'll send you word. Will you? well then I'll take my leave of you, and if I may hear from you, I'll pay the messenger well for his pains. But stay: God's death, I had almost forgot myself. Prayee let me kiss your hand ere I go. Faith Mistress, his mouth runs a water for a kiss: a little would serve his turn belike. Let him kiss your hand. I'll not stick for that. Mistress Lelia, God be with you. Farewell Peter. Thus Lucre, set in golden Chair of state, When learning's bid, Stand by, and keeps a loof: This greedy humour fits my father's vain, Who gapes for nothing but for golden gain. Mistress take heed you speak nothing that will bear action, for here comes Master Churms the Pettifogger. Mistress Lelia rest you merry, What's the reason you and your Nurse walk here all alone? Because, Sir, we desire no other company but our own. Would I were then your own, That I might keep you company. O Sir, you and he that is her own are far asunder. But if she please, we may be nearer. That cannot be: mine own is nearer than myself. And yet myself, alas, am not mine own: Thoughts, fears, despairs, ten thousand dreadful dreams: Those are mine own, and these do keep me company. Before God, I must confess, your father is too cruel, To keep you thus sequestered from the world, To spend your prime of youth thus in obscurity, And seek to wed you to an Idiot fool That knows not how to use himself: Could my deserts but answer my desires, I swear by Sol fair Phoebus silver eye, My heart would wish no higher to aspire, Than to be graced with Lelia's love. By Iesus, I cannot play the dissembler, And woo my love with courting ambages, Like one whose love hangs on his smooth tongues end, But in a word, I tell the sum of my desires, I love fair Lelia. By her my passions daily are increased, And I must die, unless by Lelia's love they be released. Why Master Churms, I had thought you had been my father's great Counsellor in all these actions. Nay, Damn me if I be: By heavens, sweet Nymph I am not. Master Churms, you are one can do much with her father: and if you love her as you say, persuade him to use her more kindly, and give her liberty to take her choice, for these made marriages prove not well. I protest I will.
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Its no matter what you ſay. For my father tolde me thus much before I came, that you would be ſome nice at firſt: but he bad me like you nere the worſe fo for I were the liker to ſpeede. Then you were beſt leaue of your ſuit till ſome other time: and when my leaſure ſerues me to loue you, Ile ſend you word. Will you? Ile take my leaue of you, and if I may heare from you, Ile pay the meſſenger well for his paines. But ſtay: Gods death, I had almoſt forgot my ſelfe. Prayee let me kiſſe your hand ore I goe. Faith Miſtreſſe, his mouth runs a water for a kiſſe: a little would ſerue his turne belike. Let him kiſſe your hand. Ile not ſticke for that. Miſtreſſe Lelia, God be with you. Farewell Peter. Thus Lucre, ſet in golden Chaire of ſtate, When learning's bid, Stand by, and keepes a loofe: This greedie humor fits my fathers vaine, Who gapes for nothing but for golden gaine. Miſtreſſe take heede you ſpeake nothing that will beare action, for here comes Maſter Churms the Pettifogger. Miſtreſſe Lelia reſt you merrie, Whats the reaſon you and your Nurſe walke here all alone? Becauſe, Sir, wee deſire no other companie but our owne. Would I were then your owne, That I might keepe you companie. O Sir, you and hee that is her owne are farre aſunder. But if ſhee pleaſe, we may be neerer. That cannot bee: mine owne is neerer then my ſelfe. And yet my ſelfe, alas, am not mine owne: Thoughts, feares, deſpaires, tenne thouſand dreadfull dreames: Thoſe are mine owne, and theſe do keepe me companie. Before God, I muſt confeſſe, your father is too cruell, To keepe you thus ſequeſtred from the world, To ſpend your prime of youth thus in obſcuritie, And ſeeke to wed you to an Idiot foole That knowes not how to vſe himſelfe: Could my deſerts but anſwere my deſires, I ſweare by Sol faire Phoebus ſiluer eye, My heart would wiſh no higher to aſpire, Then to be grac't with Lelias loue. By Ieſus, I cannot play the diſſembler, And wooe my loue with courting ambages, Like one whoſe loue hangs on his ſmooth tongues ende, But in a word, I tell the ſumme of my deſires, I loue faire Lelia. By her my paſſions daily are increaſ'd, And I muſt die, vnleſſe by Lelias loue they be releaſ'd. Why Maſter Churms, I had thought you had been my fathers great Counſellor in all theſe actions. Nay, Damne me if I be: By heauens, ſweet Nymph I am not. Maſter Churms, you are one can doe much with her father: and if you loue her as you ſay, perſwade him to vſe her more kindly, and giue her libertie to take her choiſe, for theſe made mariages prooue not well. I proteſt I will.