Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A Trick to Catch the Old One · chunk 23 of 36

Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court
T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.78 · 495 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.

Broke you for this? Was it not cause too much? Send to inquire his state, most part of it, Lay two years mortgaged in his uncles hands: Why say it did, you might have known my mind; I could have soon restored it. I had I but seen any such thing performed why 'twould have tied my affection and contained me in my first desires, do you think i'faith, that I could twine such a dry, oak as this, had promise in your Nephew took effect: Why and there's no time past, and rather than my adversary should thus thwart my hopes, I would— But you'ave been ever full of golden speech, If words were lands, your Nephew would be rich. Widow, believe it I vow by my best bliss, Before these Gentlemen I will give in The mortgage to my Nephew instantly, Before I sleep or eat. we'll pawn our credit's widow, what he speaks shall be performed in fullness. Nay more I will estate him In farther blessings, he shall be my heir, I have no Son, I'll bind myself to that condition. When I shall hear this done, I shall soon yield, to reasonable terms. In the mean season, Will you protest before these Gentlemen, To keep yourself, as you are, now at this present. I do protest before these Gentlemen, I will be as clear then, as I am now. I do believe you, here's your own honest servant, I'll take him along with me. ay, with all my heart. He shall see all performed and bring you word. That's all I wait for. What have you finished Master Lucre? ha, ha, ha, ha! So, laugh Hoord, laugh at your poor enemy, do, the wind may turn you may be laughed at too, yes marry may you sir— ha, ha, Ha, ha ha, if every man that swells in malice, Could be revenged as happily as I: He would choose hate, and forswear amity. What did he say wife, prithee? Faith spoke to ease his mind,— Oh— o— o— You know now, little to any purpose. True, true, true. He would do mountains now. ay, ay, ay, I. Y'ave struck him dead Master Hoord. I and his Nephew desperate: I know't sirs I, Never did man so crush his enemy? My son in law, Same Freedom? where's my Nephew? O man in lamentation father? How! He thumps his breast like a gallant Dicer that has lost his doublet, and stands in's shirt to do penance: Alas poor gentleman. I warrant, you may hear him sigh in a still evening to your house at Highgate. I prithee send him in. Were it to do a greater matter, I will not stick with you sir, in regard you married my Mother? Sweet Gentlemen cheer him up, I will but fetch the mortgage, and return to you instantly. we'll do our best sir?— see where he comes, E'en joyless and regardless of all form.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayA Trick to Catch the Old One
AuthorMiddleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1608
First performance / composition (Annals)1605
First performance (BritDrama)1605 [1604-1606]
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (second)
Theaterbefore the Court;Blackfriars;Paul's;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 614 · TCP A07511 · DEEP 506
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 720–776 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 36 in this edition
Length495 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T27 — Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and patronage cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.783 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T39 · seed 44: T37 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Broke you for this? Was it not cauſe too much? Send to enquire his ſtate, moſt part of it, Lay two yeares morgag'd in his Vncles hands: Why ſay it did, you might haue knowne my minde; I could haue ſoone reſtorde it. I had I but ſeene any ſuch thing perform'd why twould haue tyed my affection and contaynd me in my firſt deſires, doe you thinke ifayth, that I could twine ſuch a dry, oake as this, had promiſe in your Nephew tooke effect: Why and there's no time paſt, and rather then my aduerſary ſhould thus thw'art my hopes, I would — ut y'aue beene euer full of golden peech, If wordes were lands, your Nephew would bee rich. Widdow, beleeue it I vowe by my beſt bliſſe, Before theſe Gentlemen I will giue in The morgage to my Nephew inſtantly, Before I ſleepe or eate. Weele pawne our credits widdow, what he ſpeakes ſhall be performde in fullneſſe. Nay more I will eſtate him In farder bleſſings, he ſhall be my heire▪ I haue no Sonne, Ile binde my ſelfe to that condition. When I ſhall heare this done, I ſhall ſoone yeeld, to reaſonable tearmes. In the meane ſeaſon, Will you proteſt before theſe Gentlemen, To keepe your ſelfe, as you are, now at this preſent. I do proteſt before theſe Gentlemen, I will be as cleere then, as I am now. I do beleeue you, here's your owne honeſt ſeruant, Ile take him along wih me. I, with all my heart. He ſhall ſee all performde and bring you word. Thats all I waite for. What haue you finiſht Maiſter Lucre? ha, ha, ha, ha! So, laugh Hoord, laugh at your poore enimy, do, the winde may turne you may be laught at too, yes marry may you ſir—ha, ha, ha? Ha, ha ha, if euery man that ſwells in malice, Could be reuengd as happily as I: He would chuſe hate, and forſweare amity. What did he ſay wife, prethee? Faith ſpoke to eaſe his minde,— Oh—o—o— You know now, little to any purpoſe. True, true, true. He would do mountaines now. I, I, I, I. Y'aue ſtruck him dead Maſter Hoord. I and his Nephew deſperate: I knowte ſirs I, Neuer did man ſo cruſh his enimy? My ſonne in lawe, Sam Freedome? where's my Nephew? O man in lamentation father? How! He thumpes his breſt like a gallant Dicer that has loſt his doublet, and ſtands in's ſhirt to do pennance: Alaſſe poore gentleman. I warrant, you may heare him ſigh in a ſtill euening to your houſe at Hyegate. I prethe ſend him in. Were it to do a greater matter, I will not ſtick with you ſir, in regard you married my Mother? Sweete Gentlemen cheere him vp, I will but fetch the morgage, and returne to you inſtantly. Weele do our beſt ſir?—ſee where he comes, E'en ioyleſſe and regardleſſe of all forme.