Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1606] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
By your leave and like your worship. Then I must proudly venture it; to me good woman. I beseech one word with your worship. prithee be brief then. Pray can your worship tell me any tidings of one Andro Gruill, a poor son of mine own. I know a gallant Gentleman of the name, one master Andro Gruill and well received amongst Ladies. That not he then! He is no Gentleman that I mean. Good woman if he be a Gruill, he's a Gentleman i'th' mornings: that's a Gentleman a'th' first, you cannot tell me No truly, his father was an honest upright Tooth-drawer. O my teeth. An't please your worship, I have made a fore journey out, all this vacant time, to come up and see my son Andro, poor Walter Gruill his Father has laid his life, and left me alone woman, I have not one husband in all the world, therefore my coming up is for relief an't like your worship, hoping that my son Andro is in some place about the Kitchen. Kitchen, puh, fah. Or a servingman to some Knight of worship. Oh let me not endure her! Know you not me good woman? Alas, an't please your worship, I never saw such a glorious suit since the hour I was kirsened. Good, she knows me not, my glory does disquiet me, Beside my poorer name being drenched in Lethe, she'll hardly understand me, what a fresh air can do! I may employ her as a private drudge, To pass my letters and secure my lust, And near be noted mine, to shame my blood, And drop my staining birth upon my raiment, faith good woman you will hardly get to the speech of master Andro, I tell you. No? Marry hang him, and like your Worship, I have known the day when nobody card to speak to him! You must take heed how you speak ill of him now I cantle you; he's so employed. employed for what? For his behaviour, wisdom, and other virtues. His virtues? no 'tis well known, his father was too poor a man to bring him up to any virtues; he can scarce write and read. he's the better regarded for that amongst Courtiers, for that's but a needy quality! If it be so, than he'll be great shortly, for he has no good parts about him. Well good woman, or mother, or what you will. Alack the day, I know your worship scorns to call me mother: 'tis not a thing fit for your worship indeed, such a simple old woman as I am. In pity of thy long journey, there's sixpence British: tend upon me, I have business for you. I'll wait upon your Worship. Two pole off at least. I am a clean old woman, an't like your Worship.
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By your leaue and like your worſhip. Then I muſt proudly venture it; to me good woman. I beſeech one word with your worſhip. Prethe be breife then. Pray can your worſhip tell me any tydings of one Andro Gruill, a poore ſonne of mine owne. I know a gallant Gentleman of the name, one maſter Andro Gruill and well receiude amongſt Ladyes. That not he then! Hee is no Gentleman that I meane. Good woman if he be a Gruill, hee's a Gentleman i'th mornings: thats a Gentleman a'th firſt, you canot tel me No truely, his father was an honeſt vpright Tooth-drawer. O my teeth. An't pleaſe your worſhip, I haue made a fore iourney out, all this vacant time, to come vp and ſee my ſonne Andro, poore Walter Gruill his Father has layd his life, and left mee a lone woman, I haue not one husband in all the world, therefore my comming vp is for reliefe an't like your worſhip, hoping that my ſonne Andro is in ſome place about the Kitchin. Kitchin, puh, fah. Or a ſeruingman to ſome Kinght of worſhip. Oh let mee not indure her! Knowe you not mee good woman? Alaſſe, an't pleeaſe your worſhip, I neuer ſawe ſuch a glorious ſuite ſince the hower I was erſend. Good, ſhee knowes me not, my glory do's diſquire mee, Beſide my poorer name being drencht in Lethe, Sheele hardly vnderſtand me, what a freſh ayre can doo! I may employ her as a priuate drudge, To paſſe my letters and ſecure my luſt, And nere be noted mine, to ſhame my blood, And drop my ſtayning birth vppon my raiment, faith good woman you will hardly get to the ſpeech of maſter Andro, I tell you. No? Marry hang him, and like your Worſhip, I haue knowen the day when no body carde to ſpeake to him! You muſt take heed how you ſpeak ill of him now I cantell you; hee's ſo employde. Imployde for what? For his behauiour, wiſdome, and other vertues. His vertues? no tis well knowen, his father was too poore a man to bring him vp to any vertues; hee can ſcarce write and reade. Hee's the better regarded for that amongſt Courtiers, for thats but a needy qualitie! If it be ſo, then heele be great ſhortly, for he has no good parts about him. Well good woman, or mother, or what you will. Alack the day, I know your worſhip ſcornes to cal me mother: tis not a thing fit for your worſhip indeede, ſuch a ſimple old woman as I am. In pitty of thy long iourney, there's ſix-pence Britiſh: tend vpon me, I haue buſines for you. Ile waite vpon your Worſhip. Two pole off at leaſt. I am a cleane ould woman, an't like your Worſhip.