Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.80 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
O pardon me, this house successively Hath longed to me and my progenitors Three hundred year, my great great Grandfather, He in whom first our gentle style began, Dwelled here, and in this ground increased this Molehill Unto that mountain which my father left me, Where he the first of all our house begun, I now the last will end and keep this house, This Virgin title never yet deflowered By any unthrift of the Mountfords' line; In brief I will not sell it for more gold Than you could hide or pave the ground withal. Ha, ha, a proud mind and a beggars purse. Where's my three hundred pounds beside the use, I have brought it to an execution By course of Law, what is my money ready? An execution sir, and never tell me, You put my bond in suit, you deal extremely Saddle me the land and I'll acquit you straight. Alas, alas, 'tis all trouble hath left me To cherish me and my poor sister's life, If this were sold our means should then be quite Razed from the Bed roll of gentility: You see what hard shift we have made to keep it Allied still to our own name, this palm you see Labour hath gloud within her silver brow, That never tasted a rough winter's blast Without a Mask or Fan, doth with a grace Defy cold winter and his storms outface. Sir, we feed sparing and we labour hard, We lie uneasy, to reserve to us. And our succession this small plot of ground. I have so bent my thoughts to husbandry, That I protest I scarcely can remember What a new fashion is, how silk or satin Feels in my hand: why pride is grown to us A mere mere stranger: I have quite forgot The names of all that ever waited on me, I cannot name ye any of my hounds, Once from whose echoing mouths I heard all the music That ere my heart desired: what should I say? To keep this place I have changed myself away. Arrest him at my suit, actions and actions, Shall keep thee in perpetual bondage fast, Nay more I'll sue thee by a late appeal, And call thy former life in question, The keeper is my friend, thou shalt have irons And usage such as I'll deny to dogs: Away with him. You are too timorous, but trouble is my master, And I will serve him truly my kind sister: Thy tears are of no force to mollify This flinty man, go to my father's Brother, My kinsmen and allies, entreat them from me To ransom me from this injurious man That seeks my ruin. Come Irons, Irons away, I'll see thee lodged far from the sight of day. My hearts so hardened with the frost of grief, Death cannot pierce it through, Tyrant too fell, So lead the Fiends condemned souls to hell.
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O pardon me, this house successiuely Hath long'd to me and my progenitors Three hundred yeare, my great great Grandfather, He in whom first our gentle stile began, Dwelt here, and in this ground increast this Molehil Vnto that mountaine which my father left me, Where he the first of all our house begun, I now the last will end and keepe this house, This Virgin title neuer yet deflourd By any vnthrift of the Mountfords line; In breefe I will not sel it for more gold Then you could hide or paue the ground withall. Ha, ha, a proud mind and a Beggers purse. Wheres my three hundred pounds beside the vse, I haue brought it to an execution By course of Law, what is my money ready? An execution sir, and neuer tell me, You put my bond in suite, you deale extreamely Sell me the land and Ile acquit you straight. Alas, alas, Tis all trouble hath left me To cherrish me and my poore sisters life, If this were sold our meanes should then be quite Raced from the Bed roule of gentility: You see what hard shift we haue made to keepe it Allied still to our owne name, this palme you see Labor hath gloud within her siluer brow, That neuer tasted a rough winters blast Without a Maske or Fan, doth with a grace Defie cold winter and his stormes outface. Sir, we feed sparing and we labor hard We lie vneasie, to reserue to vs. And our succession this small plot of ground. I haue so bent my thoughts to husbandry, That I protest I scarcely can remember What a new fashion is, how silke or satten Feeles in my hand: why pride is growne to vs A meere meere stranger: I haue quite forgot The names of all that euer waited on me, I cannot name ye any of my hounds, Once from whose echoing mouths I hard al the musicke That ere my hart desired: what should I say? To keepe this place I haue chang'd my selfe away. Arest him at my suit, actions and actions, Shall keepe thee in perpetuall bondage fast, Nay more Ile sue thee by a laite appeale, And call thy former life in question, The keeper is my friend, thou shalt haue yrons And vsage such as Ile deny to dogs: Away with him. You are too tymerous, but trouble is my maister, And I will serue him truely my kind sister: Thy teares are of no force to mollifie This flinty man, go to my fathers Brother, My kinsmen and allies, entreat them from me To ransome me from this iniurious man That seekes my ruine. Come Irons, Irons away, Ile see thee log'd far from the sight of day. My harts so hardned with the frost of griefe, Death connot pierce it through, Tyrant too fel, So lead the Fiends condemned soules to hel.