Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.86 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Why this is but the second time of your coming Kinsman, visit me oftener, Daughter, I charge you bring this Gentleman along with you: Gentleman, I I cry ye mercy sir, I call you Gentleman still: I forget you're but a Knight, you must pardon me sir. For your worship's kindness— worship I cry you mercy sir, I call you worshipful still, I forget, you're but a justice. I am no more i'faith. You must pardon me sir. 'tis quickly done sir, you see I make bold with you Kinsman, thrust my Daughter and you into one Chamber. Best of all sir: Kindred you know may lie anywhere. True, true sir, Daughter receive your blessing— take heed the Coach jopper not to much, have a care to the fruits of your body— look to her Kinsman. Fear it not sir. Nay Father though I say it, that should not say it, he looks to me more like a husband then a Kinsman. I hear good commendations of you sir. You hear the worst of me I hope sir,— I salute my leave sir. You're welcome all over your body sir: nay, I can behave myself courtly, though I keep house i'th' Country: what, does my Niece hide herself, not present, ha? Latronello. Sir. Call my Niece to me. Yes sir. A foolish, coy, bashful thing it is, she's afraid to lie with her own Uncle: i'd do her no harm i'faith, I keep myself a widower a purpose, yet the foolish Girl will not look into't, she should have all i'faith, she knows I have but a time, cannot hold long, see where she comes, pray whom am I Niece? I hope you're yourself. Uncle to me, and Brother to my Father. Oh am I so, it does not appear so,— for surely you would love your Father's Brother for your Father's sake, your Uncle for your own sake. I do so. Nay you do nothing Niece. In that love which becomes you best I love (you. How should I know that love becomes me best? Because 'tis chaste, and honourable. Honourable! it cannot become me then Niece. For I'm scarce worshipful: Is this an age, To entertain bare love without the fruits When I received thee first, I looked Thou shouldst have been a wife unto my house And saved me from the charge of marriage. Do you think your Fathers five thousand pound would ha' made me take you else? no, you should near a ha' been a charge to me. As far as I can perceive yet by you, I've as much need to marry as ere I had: would not this be a great grief to your friends think you, if they were alive again? 'twould be a grief indeed. Y'ave confessed All about house, that young Fidelio Who in his Travails does attend the Prince, Is your vowed love. Most true, he's my vowed Husband.
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Why this is but the ſecond time of your comming Kinſman, viſit me oftner, Daughter, I charge you bring this Gentleman along with you: Gentleman, I I crie yee mercy ſir, I call you Gentleman ſtill: I forget y'are but a Knight, you muſt pardon me ſir. For your worſhips kindenes—worſhip I crie you mercie ſir, I call you worſhipfull ſtill, I forget, y'are but a Iuſtice. I am no more yfaith. You muſt pardon me ſir. Tis quickly done ſir, you ſee I make bould with you Kinſman, thruſt my Daughter and you into one Chamber. Beſt of all ſir: Kinred you knowe may lye anye where. True, true ſir, Daughter receiue your bleſſing— take heed the Coach iopper not to much▪ haue a care to the fruits of your bodye—looke to her Kinſman. Feare it not ſir. Nay Father though I ſay it, that ſhould not ſay it, hee lookes to me more like a husband then a Kinſman. I heare good commendations of you ſir. You heare the worſt of me I hope ſir,—I ſalute my leaue ſir. Y'are welcome all ouer your body ſir: nay, I can behaue my ſelfe courtly, though I keepe houſe 'ith Countrie: what, does my Neece hide herſelfe, not preſent, ha? Latronello. Sir. Call my Neece to mee. Yes ſir. A fooliſh, coy, baſhfull thing it is, ſhee's afraid to lie with her owne Vncle: ide do her no harme yfaith, I keepe my ſelfe a widdower a purpoſe, yet the fooliſh Girle will not looke into't, ſhee ſhould haue all yfaith, ſhee knowes I haue but a time, cannot holde long, ſee where ſhe comes, pray whome am I Neece? I hope y'are your ſelfe. Vncle to me, and Brother to my Father. Oh am I ſo, it do's not appeare ſo,—for ſurely you would loue your Fathers Brother for your Fathers ſake, your Vncle for your owne ſake. I doe ſo. Nay you doe nothing Neece. In that loue which becomes you beſt I loue (you. How ſhould I know that loue becomes me beſt? Becauſe tis chaſt, and honorable. Honorable! it cannot become me then Neece. For'ime ſcarce worſhipfull: Is this an age, To entertaine bare loue without the fruites When I receiu'd thee firſt, I look't Thou ſhouldſt haue beene a wife vnto my houſe And ſau'd me from the charge of marriage. Do you thinke your Fathers fiue thouſand pound wold ha made me take you elſe? no, you ſhould neere a ha beene a charge to me. As far as I can perceiue yet by you, I'ue as much neede to marrie as ere I had: would not this be a greate griefe to your friendes thinke you, if they were aliue agen? Twould be a griefe indeede. Y'aue confeſt All about houſe, that young Fidelio Who in his Trauailes does attend the Prince, Is your vowde loue. Moſt true, hee's my vow'd Husband.