Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.75 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Angels? i'll not meddle with them, you give 'em to my wife not to me. ay, I sir. But I pray tell me now, did the party Vina Voce, with his own mouth deliver that contempt, that that he would not appear, or did you but jest? Iest? no o' my troth sir, such was his insolent answer And do you think it stood with my credit to put up such an abuse? will he not appear says he? I'll make him appear with a Vengeance Latronello. does your worship call? Draw me a strong limbed warrant for the Gentleman speedily, he will be bountiful to thee: go and thank him within. I shall know your worship hereafter. ay, I prithee do. Two Angels one party, four another: and I think it a great spark of wisdom and policy (if a man come to me for justice) first to know his griefs by his fees, which be light and which be heavy: he may counterfeit else, & make me do justice for nothing: I like not that, for when I mean to be just, let me be paid well for't: the deed so rare, purges the bribe: how now, what's the news thou art come so hastily? how fares my Knightly Brother? Troth he near fared worse in his life sir: he near had less stomach to his meat since I knew him. Why sir? Indeed he's dead sir. How sir? Newly deceased I can assure your Worship: the Tobacco-pipe new dropped out of his mouth before I took horse, a shrewd sign: I knew then there was no way but one with him, the poor pipe was the last man he took leave off in this world, who sold in three pieces before him, & seemed to mourn inwardly, for it looked as black 'th mouth as my master. Would he die so like a Politician, & not once write his mind to me? No I'll say that for him sir: he died in the perfect state of memory, made your worship his full and whole executor: bequeathing his Daughter, and with her all his wealth, only to your disposition. Did he make such a godly end sayst thou? did he die so comfortably, and bequeath all to me? Your niece is at hand sir, the will, & the witnesses. What a precious joy and comfort's this, that a justices brother can die so well, nay in such a good and happy memory, to make me full executor. Well he was too honest to live, and that made him die so soon: now I beshrew my heart, I am glad he's in heaven, has left all his cares and troubles with me, and that great vexation of telling of Money, yet I hope he had so much grace before he died to turn his white money into gold, a great ease to his Executor. See here comes your Niece my young mistress sir,
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Angels? ile not meddle with them, you giue e'm to my wife not to me. I, I ſir. But I pray tell mee nowe, did the partie Ʋina Voce, with his owne mouth deliuer that contempt, that that he would not appeare, or did you but ieſtint? Ieſt no a my troth ſir, ſuch was his inſolent anſwer And do you thinke it ſtood with my credite to put vp ſuch an abuſe? will he not appeare ſayes he? Ile make him appeare with a Vengeance Latronello. Do's your worſhip call? Draw me a ſtrong limbd warrant for the Gentleman ſpeedily, he will be bountifull to thee: goe and thanke him within. I ſhall know your worſhip hereafter. I, I prethee doe. Two Angels one partie, foure another: and I thinke it a great ſparke of wiſdome and policie (if a man come to me for Iuſtice) firſt to knowe his greefes by his fees, which bee light and which bee he ie: he may coūterfet els, & make me do Iuſtice for nothing: I like not that▪ for when I meane to be iuſt, let me be paide wel for't: the deed ſo rare, purges the bribe: how now, what's the newes thou art come ſo haſtily? how fares my Knightly Brother? Troth he nere farde worſe in his life ſir: he nere had leſſe ſtomack to his meate ſince I knew him. Why ſir? Indeede hee's dead ſir. How ſir? Newly deceaſd I can aſſure your Worſhip: the Tabacco-pipe new dropt out of his mouth before I tooke horſe, a ſhrewd ſigne: I knew then there was no way but one with him, the poore pipe was the laſt man he took leaue off in this world, who ſel in three peeces before him, & ſeem'd to mourne inwardly, for it lookt as blacke'th mouth as my maiſter. Would hee die ſo like a Polititian, & not once write his minde to me? No Ile ſay that for him ſir: he dyed in the perfect ſtate of memorie, made your worſhip his ful and whole executor: bequeathing his Daughter, and with her all his wealth, onely to your diſpoſition. Did he make ſuch a godly end ſaiſt thou? did he die ſo comfortably, and bequeath all to me? Your neece is at hand ſir, the will, & the witneſſes. What a precious ioy and comfort's this, that a Iuſtices brother can die ſo wel, nay in ſuch a good and happie memorie, to make me full executor. Wel he was too honeſt to liue, and that made him die ſo ſoone: now I beſhrew my heart, I am glad hee's in heauen, has left all his cares and troubles with me, and that great vexation of telling of Money, yet I hope hee had ſo much grace before he died to turn his white mony into gold, a great eaſe to his Executor. See here comes your Neece my yong miſtris ſir,