Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 524 words
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What? is she dead? it is no good conceit. Speak to me Phillis, O unhappy time, Sweet Girl, dear daughter, O my only joy, Speak to thy father wench, in some conceit, What, not a word? Now may you see, what fall impatience Begets upon such tender plants as these. Now may we see the folly of old age, Governed by spleen, and overweening rage. Speak to me, daughter. And thou shalt have, what not? covetst thou gold? Thou shalt not want for crowns, thou shalt have all. O was my fury author of thy trance? Did I deny thy loves access to thee? Speak but one word and thou shalt be his wife, By heaven thou shalt. I take you at your word; it is no pain To die for love, and then revive again. Now M. Flower how like you this conceit, Hath she not over reached you? My word is past, and yet for all my rage, I rather choose to fail in my conceit, And wed thee Phillis to thy own content. Here, take my daughter, Cripple, love her well, Be kind to her, and i'll be kind to thee, Thou art but poor, well I will make thee rich, And so God bless you, with a good conceit. I thank you, when I leave to love my wife, Heaven hasten death and take away my life. 'tis well done Frank, I applaud thy wit, And now I know I fail not in conceit. Gentlemen sweet bloods, or brethren of familiarity, I would speak with Phillis, shall I have audience? Help me dear father, O help me Gentlemen, This is some spirit, drive him from my sight. Were he the devil, thou shalt not budge a foot. Zounds two Cripples, two dogs two curs, 'tis wonderful! Fear not dear heart. Hence foul deformity. Nor thou nor he, shall my companion be, If Cripples dead, the living seem to haunt, I'll neither of either, therefore I say avaunt; Help, me father. Dear heart, revoke these words, Here are no spirits nor deformities, I am a counterfeit Cripple now no more, But young Frank Golding. as I was before: Amaze not love, nor seem not discontent, Nor thee nor him shall ever this repent. M. Flower, I come to claim your promise. I come for yours, your daughter I do mean. My promise; why sir, you refused my promise, And sent me word so in your letter. And so did you to me, and now 'tis past, Your brother Frank hath both our free consents. Sir, sir, I wrote no letter. By heaven, nor I. But I did for you both; I was your Scribe, The whilst you went to see your house afire: And you (as I remember) I did send, To see your sister drowned at London-Bridge. i'faith good brother have you o'erreached us so? So cunningly, that none of us could know. For all this cunning, I will break the match. And so will I. Why brothers, she's mine by her father's gift. Brother you lie, you got her with a shift. I was the first that loved her.
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What? is she dead? it is no good conceit. Speake to me Phillis, O vnhappy time, Sweete Girle, deere daughter, O my onely ioy, Speake to thy father wench, in some conceit, What, not a word? Now may you see, what fell impatience Begets vpon such tender plants as these. Now may we see the folly of old age, Gouern'd by spleene, and ouerweening rage. Speake to me, daughter. And thou shalt haue, what not? couetst thou gold? Thou shalt not want for crownes, thou shalt haue all. O was my furie author of thy trance? Did I deny thy loues accesse to thee? Speake but one word and thou shalt be his wife, By heauen thou shalt. I take you at your word; it is no paine To die for loue, and then reuiue againe. Now M. Flower how like you this conceit, Hath shee not ouer reach'd you? My word is past, and yet for all my rage, I rather choose to faile in my conceit, And wed thee Phillis to thy owne content. Heere, take my daughter, Cripple, loue her well, Be kinde to her, and ile be kinde to thee, Thou art but poore, well I will make thee rich, And so God blesse you, with a good conceit. I thanke you, when I leaue to loue my wife, Heauen hasten death and take away my life. Tis well done Franke, I applaude thy wit, And now I know I faile not in conceit. Gentlemen sweet bloods, or brethren of familiarity, I would speake with Phillis, shall I haue audience? Helpe me derre father, O helpe me Gentlemen, This is some spirit, driue him from my sight. Were he the deuill, thou shalt not budge a foote. Zounds two Cripples, two dogs two curres, tis wonderfull! Feare not deare heart. Hence foule deformitie. Nor thou nor he, shall my companion be, If Cripples dead, the liuing seeme to haunt, Ile neither of either, therefore I say auaunt; Helpe, me father. Deere heart, reuoke these words, Here are no spirites nor deformities, I am a counterfeit Cripple now no more, But yong Franke Golaing. as I was before: Amaze not loue, nor seeme not discontent, Nor thee nor him shall euer this repent. M. Flower, I come to claime your promise. I come for yours, your daughter I doe meane. My promise; why sir, you refusde my promise, And sent me word so in your letter. And so did you to me, and now tis past, Your brother Franke hath both our free consents. Sir, sir, I wrote no letter. By heauen, nor I. But I did for you both; I was your Scribe, The whilst you went to see your house a fire: And you (as I remember) I did send, To see your sister drown'd at London-Bridge. Y faith good brother haue you ore reach,d vs so? So cunningly, that none of vs could know. For all this cunning, I will breake the match. And so will I. Why brothers, shee's mine by her fathers gift. Brother you lie, you got her with a shift. I was the first that lou'd her.