Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Then I am doomed to die, Death is th'end of all calamity. Live, your appeal is stayed, the execution Of all your debts discharged, your creditors Even to the utmost penny satisfied, In sign whereof, your shackles I knock off, you are not left so much indebted to us As for your fees, all is discharged, all paid, Go freely to your house, or where you please, After long miseries, embrace your ease. Thou grumblest out the sweetest music to me, That ever Organ played: is this a dream? Or do my waking senses apprehend The pleasing taste of these applausive news? Slave that I was, to wrong such honest friends, My loving kinsmen, and my near allies, Tongue I will bite thee for the scandal breath, Against such faithful kinsmen: they are all Composed of pity and compassion, Of melting charity, and of moving ruth, That which I spoke before was in my rage, They are my friends, the mirrors of this age: Bounteous and free, the Noble Mountford's race, near bred a covetous thought, or humour base. I can no longer stay from visiting My woeful brother, while I could I kept My hapless tidings from his hopeful ear. Sister how much am I indebted to thee And to thy travel. What, at liberty? Thou seest I am thanks to thy industry: Oh unto which of all my courteous friends Am I thus bound, my uncle Mountford he, even of an infant loved me: was it he? So did my cousin Tydy: was it he? So master Roder, master Sandy to, Which of all these did this high kindness do. Charles, can you mock me in your poverty. Knowing your friends deride your misery, Now I protest I stand so much amazed To see your bonds free, and your irons knocked off, That I am wrapped into a maze of wonder, The rather for I know not by what means, This happiness hath chanced. Why by my uncle, My cousins, and my friends, who else I pray, Would take upon them all my debts to pay. O brother they are men all of flint, Pictures of Marble, and as void of pity As chased Bears: I begged, I sued, I kneeled, Laid open all your griefs and miseries, Which they derided: more than that, denied us A part in their alliance, but in pride, Said that our kindred with our plenty died. Drudges to much: what did they; oh known evil Rich fly the poor, as good men shun the Devil: Whence should my freedom come, of whom alive, saving of those; have I deserved so well, Guess sister, call to mind, remember me, These I have raised, these follow the world's guise Whom rich in honour, they in woe despise. My wits have lost themselves, let's ask the keeper. Jailor. At hand sir.
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Then I am doomd to die, Death is thend of al calamity. Liue, your appeale is stayed, the execution Of al your debts discharg'd, your creditors Euen to the vtmost penny satisfied, In signe whereof, your shackles I knock off, you are not let so much indebted to vs As for your fees, al is dischargd, al paid, Go freely to your house, or where you pease, After long miseries, imbrace your ease. Thou grumblest out the sweetest musicke to me, That euer Organ plaid: is this a dreame? Or do my waking sences apprehend The pleasing ast of these applausiue newes? Slaue that I was, to wrong such honest friends, My louing kinsmen, and my neare allies, Tongue I wil bite thee for the scandal breath, Against such faithful kinsmen: they are all Composd of pitty and compassion, Of melting charity, and of mouing ruth, That which I spake before was in my rage, They are my friends, the mirrors of this age: Bountious and free, the Noble Mountfords race, Nere bred a couetous thought, or humor base. I can no longer stay from visiting My woful brother, while I could I kept My haples tidings tom his hopeful eare. Sister how much am I indebted to thee And to thy trauel. What, at liberty? Thou seest I am thanks to thy industry: Oh vnto which of al my curteous friends Am I thus bound, my vncle Mountford he, Eue of an infant lou'd me: was it he? So did my cozen Tydy: was it he? So maister Roder, maister Sandy to, Which of al these did this hie kindnes doe. Charles, can you mocke me in your pouerty. Knowing your friends deride your misery, Now I protest I stand so much amas'd To see your bonds free, and your yrons knockt off, That I am wrapt into a maze of wonder, The rather for I know not by what meanes, This happines hath chanst. Why by my vncle, My cosens, and my friends, who els I pray, Would take vpon them al my debts to pay. O brother they are men all of flint, Pictures of Marble, and as void of pitty As chased Beares: I begd, I ued, I kneeld, Laid open al your griefes and miseries, Which they derided: more then that, denied vs A part in their alliance, but in pride, Said that our kindred with our plenty died. Drudges to much: what did they; oh knowne euil Rich fly the poore, as good men shun the Deuil: Whence should my freedome come, of whom aliue, Saung of those; haue I deserud so wel, Gee sister, cal to mind, remember me, These I haue raisd, these follow the worlds guise Whom rich in honor, they in wo dspife. My wits haue lost themselues, lets aske the keeper. Gayler. At hand sir.