Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
That, and thousands more, I hope, to see you lord of. Thanks, kind MOSCA. And that, when I am lost in blended dust, And hundred such, as I am, in succession— Nay, that were too much, MOSCA. You shall live, Still, to delude these harpies. Loving MOSCA, 'Tis well, my pillow now, and let him enter. Now, my feigned cough, my phthisic, and my gout, My apoplexy, palsy, and catarrhs, Help, with your forced functions, this my posture, Wherein, this three year, I have milked their hopes. He comes, I hear him (vh, vh, vh, vh) Ô. YOu still are, what you were, sir. Only you (Of all the rest) are he, commands his love: And you do wisely, to preserve it, thus, With early visitation, and kind notes Of your good meaning to him, which, I know, Cannot but come most grateful. Patron, sir. Here's signor VOLTORE is come— What say you? Sir, signor VOLTORE is come, this morning, To visit you. I thank him. And hath brought A piece of antic plate, bought of S. Mark, With which he here presents you. He is welcome. Pray him, to come more often. Yes. What says he? He thanks you, and desires you see him often. MOSCA. My patron? Bring him near, where is he? I long to feel his hand. The plate is here, sir. How fare you, sir? I thank you, signor VOLTORE. Where is the plate? mine eyes are bad. I'm sorry, To see you still thus weak. That he is not weaker. You are too munificent. No, sir, would to heaven, I could as well give health to you, as that plate. You give, sir, what you can. I thank you. Your love Hath taste in this, and shall not be unanswered. I pray you see me often. Yes, I shall, sir. Be not far from me. Do you observe that, sir? hearken unto me, still: It will concern you. You are a happy man, sir, know your good. I cannot now last long— You are his heir, sir. Am I?) I feel me going, (vh, vh, vh, vh.) I am sailing to my port, (vh, vh, vh, vh?) And I am glad, I am so near my haven. Alas, kind gentleman, well, we must all go— But, MOSCA— Age will conquer. Pray thee hear me. Am I inscribed his heir, for certain? Are you? I do beseech you, sir, you will vouchsafe To write me, i' your family. All my hopes, Depend upon your worship. I am lost, Except the rising sun do shine on me. It shall both shine, and warm thee, MOSCA. Sir. I am a man, that have not done your love All the worst offices: here I wear your keys, See all your coffers, and your caskets locked, Keep the poor inventory of your jewels, Your plate, and moneys, am your steward, sir, Husband your goods here.
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That, and thousands more, I hope, to see you lord of. Thankes, kind MOSCA. And that, when I am lost in blended dust, And hundred such, as I am, in succession— Nay, that were too much, MOSCA. You shall liue, Still, to delude these harpyies. Louing MOSCA, 'Tis well, my pillow now, and let him enter. Now, my fain'd cough, my phthisick, and my gout, My apoplexie, palsie, and catarrhes, Helpe, with your forced functions, this my posture, Wherein, this three yeere, I haue milk'd their hopes. He comes, I heare him (vh, vh, vh, vh) Ô. YOu still are, what you were, sir. Onely you (Of all the rest) are he, commands his loue: And you doe wisely, to preserue it, thus, With early visitation, and kind notes Of your good meaning to him, which, I know, Cannot but come most gratefull. Patron, sir. Here's signior VOLTORE is come— What say you? Sir, signior VOLTORE is come, this morning, To visit you. I thanke him. And hath brought A piece of antique plate, bought of S. MARKE, With which he here presents you. He is welcome. Pray him, to come more often. Yes. What sayes he? He thanks you, and desires you see him often. MOSCA. My patron? Bring him neere, where is he? I long to feele his hand. The plate is here, sir. How fare you, sir? I thanke you, signior VOLTORE. Where is the plate? mine eyes are bad. I'm sorry, To see you still thus weake. That he is not weaker. You are too munificent. No, sir, would to heauen, I could as well giue health to you, as that plate. You giue, sir, what you can. I thanke you. Your loue Hath taste in this, and shall not be vn-answer'd. I pray you see me often. Yes, I shall, sir. Be not far from me. Doe you obserue that, sir? Harken vnto me, still: It will concerne you. You are a happy man, sir, know your good. I cannot now last long— You are his heire, sir. Am I?) I feele me going, (vh, vh, vh, vh.) I am sayling to my port, (vh, vh, vh, vh?) And I am glad, I am so neere my hauen. Alas, kind gentleman, well, we must all goe— But, MOSCA— Age wil conquer. 'Pray thee heare me. Am I inscrib'd his heire, for certayne? Are you? I doe beseech you, sir, you will vouchsafe To write me, i' your family. All my hopes, Depend vpon your worship. I am lost, Except the rising sunne doe shine on me. It shall both shine, and warme thee, MOSCA. Sir. I am a man, that haue not done your loue All the worst offices: here I weare your keyes, See all your coffers, and your caskets lockt, Keepe the poore inuentorie of your iewels, Your plate, and moneyes, am your steward, sir, Husband your goods here.