Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Too good for thee, and knight thou know'st it well, I fawned not on thee for thy goods, not I, 'twas thine own motion, that thy wife doth know. Husband it was so, he lies not in that. Hold thy chat quean. To which I hearkened willingly, and the rather, Because I was persuaded it proceeded From love thou borest to me and to my boy, And gav'st him free access unto thy house, Where he hath not behaved him to thy child, But as befits a gentleman so do: Nor is my poor distressed state so low, That I'll shut up my doors I warrant thee, Let it suffice Mountchensey, I mislike it, Nor think thy son a match fit for my child, To tell thee Clare his blood is good and clear, As the best drop that panteth in thy veins: But for this maid thy fair and virtuous child, She is no more disparaged by thy baseness, Than the most orient and the precious jewel, Which still retains his lustre and his beauty, Although a slave were owner of the same. She is the last is left me to bestow, And her I mean to dedicate to God. You do sir. Sir, sir, I do, she is mine own. And pity she is so, Damnation dog, thee and thy wretched pelf aside. Not thou Mountchensey shalt bestow my child. Neither shouldst thou bestow her where thou Mean'st. What wilt thou do? No matter, let that be, I will do that, perhaps shall anger thee; Thou hast wronged my love, and by God's blessed Angel, Thou shalt well know it. Tut, brave not me. Brave thee base Churl, were't not for manhood sake, I say no more, but that there be some by, Whose blood is hotter than ours is, Which being stirred, might make us both repent This foolish meeting: but Raph Clare Although thy father have abused my friendship, Yet I love thee, I do my noble boy, I do i'faith. ay, do, do, fill all the world with talk of us, man, man. I never looked for better at your hands. I hope your great experience and your years, Would have proved patience rather to your soul, than with this frantic and untamed passion, To whet their skeans and but that, I hope their friendships are too well confirmed, And their minds tempered with more kindly heat, than for their froward parents' soars, That they should break forth into public brawls, howe'er the rough hand of th'untoward world, Hath moulded your proceedings in this matter, Yet I am sure the first intent was love: Then since the first spring was so sweet and warm, Let it die gently, ne'er kill it with a scorn. O thou base world, how leprous is that soul That is once limed in that polluted mud, Oh sir Arthur you have startled his free active spirits, With a too sharp spur for his mind to bear: Have patience sir, the remedy to woe, Is to leave what of force we must forego.
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Too good for thee, and knight thou knowst it well, I fawnd not on thee for thy goods, not I, Twas thine owne motion, that thy wife doth know. Husband it was so, he lies not in that. Hold thy chat queane. To which I hearkned willingly, and the rather, Because I was perswaded it proceeded From loue thou bor'st to me and to my boy, And gau'st him free accesse vnto thy house, VVhere he hath not behaude him to thy childe, But as befits a gentleman so doe: Nor is my poore distressed state so low, That Ile shut vp my doores I warrant thee, Let it suffice Mountchensey, I mislike it, Nor thinke thy sonne a match fit for my childe, To tell thee Clare his blood is good and cleere, As the best drop that panteth in thy veines: But for this maide thy faire and vertuous childe, She is no more disparagd by thy basenes, Then the most orient and the pretious iewell, Which still retaines his lustre and his beauty, Although a slaue were owner of the same. She is the last is left me to bestow, And her I meane to dedicate to God. You doe sir. Sir, sir, I doe, she is mine owne. And pity she is so, Damnation dog, thee and thy wretched pelfe aside. Not thou Mountchensey shalt bestow my childe. Neither shouldst thou bestow her where thou Mean'st. What wilt thou doe? No matter, let that bee, I will doe that, perhaps shall anger thee; Thou hast wrongd my loue, and by Gods blessed Angell, Thou shalt well know it. Tut, braue not me. Braue thee base Churle, were't not for man-hood sake, I say no more, but that there be some by, Whose blood is hotter then ours is, Which being stird, might make vs both repent This foolish meeting: but Raph Clare Although thy father haue abused my friendship, Yet I loue thee, I doe my noble boy, I doe yfaith. I, doe, do, fill all the world with talke of vs, man, man. I neuer lookt for better at your hands. I hope your great experience and your yeeres, Would haue prou'de patience rather to your soule, Then with this frantique and vntamed passion, To whet their skeens and but that, I hope their friendships are too well confirmd, And their minds temperd with more kindly heat, Then for their froward parents soares, That they should breake forth into publique brawles, How ere the rough hand of th'untoward world, Hath moulded your proceedings in this matter, Yet I am sure the first intent was loue: Then since the first spring was so sweet and warme, Let it die gently, ne're kill it with a scorne. O thou base world, how leprous is that soule That is once lim'd in that polluted mudde, Oh sir Arthur you haue startled his free actiue spirits, With a too sharpe spur for his minde to beare: Haue patience sir, the remedy to woe, Is to leaue what of force we must forgoe.