Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 505 words
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How so ere it prove, I mean to try the utmost of his wit, To see how quaintly he can bear himself: But who comes here. Marry my good Lord, this is the green burr, that stuck so close to the young PRINCE's sleeve, the shoemakers cutting knife, that fitted his boots to the prodigals last. If I be Compos mentis, this is she, Must play your daughter's part, my Lord be ware, Work close cock sure, I see the gin the snare. Most reverend father. Father? now it fits, Ware an old Fox, Duke I have brains I have wits. Immodest impudent and shameless girl, Is't not enough thou hast misled my son, And wrong his reputation? How wronged him father? I must needs say I have played Will with the wisp with my brother and have led him up and down the maze of good fellowship, till I have made his wit and his wealth both turn sick but for any other wrong, I appeal to himself, my uncle honest Iulio, where is a? and all the rest of this good Audience, therefore pray good father. Out of my sight, thou art no child of mine, You're the more beholding to some of your neighbours, tut man look on me well, here's your now ne nose, and thick kissing lip up and down, and my mother were living, she would never buss you more, till you confessed I were your daughter. What an audacious naughty pack is this? Have her before a justice, Adam. Do, with all my heart good father, send me to a justice, for a pretty woman with a smooth tongue and an angel's voice, can do much with justice in this golden age, but thus much afore I go, if justice will not provide me a better father, I'll have you, or I'll give the beadle of the ward a fee to cry, a new father a new, as they do oysters at Callais. Brother ere you acquainted with this woman? I must needs say that at my nephew's suit, I gave her a month's lodging and her diet. But Nada veritate in bare truth, bona side without circumstance, Splendente Sole the bright Sun near saw, A wench more capable of wit and law, And howsoe'er she is with beauty graced, I dare engage mine honour she is chaste, I give your words good credit, yet 'tis rare, to find a woman wanton, chaste and fair, But now unto my son, whose powerful art, Strives to ungive his sister's servitude. Thanks He eat, thou hast ensphered my hope In a gold circle, o were my father here, This fight would of his age bate twenty year. What sight my son. Lend me your watery eye, That swims in passion for my sister's loss, And in this book prospective, let it read, A pleasing lecture. I conceive two shapes. A civil merchant and a bewteous maid. Their pace is speedy and my slower eye, Cannot keep way with their celerity.
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How ſo ere it proue, I meane to try the vtmoſt of his wit, To ſee how quaintly he can beare himſelfe: But who comes here. Marry my good Lord, this is the greene bur, that ſtuck ſo cloſe to the young Princes ſleeue, the ſhoemakers cutting knife, that fitted his boots to the prodigalls laſt. If I be Compos mentis, this is ſhee, Muſt play your daughters part, my Lord be ware, Worke cloſe cock ſure, I ſe the gin the ſnare. Moſt reuerend father. Father? now it fits, Ware an olde Fox, Duke I haue braynes I haue wits. Immodeſt impudent and ſhameles girle, Is't not enough thou haſt miſ-led my ſonne, And wrong his reputation? How wrongd him father? I muſt needs ſay I haue playd Will with the wiſpe with my brother and haue led him vp and downe the maze of good fellowſhip, till I haue made his wit and his wealth both turne ſick but for any other wrong, I appeale to himſelfe, my vncle honeſt Iulio, where is a? and all the reſt of this good Audience, therefore pray good father. Out of my ſight, thou art no childe of myne, Y'are the more beholding to ſome of your neighbours, tut mā looke on mee well, here's your now ne noſe, and thick kiſſing lip vp and downe, and my mother were liuing, ſhe would neuer buſſe you more, till you confeſt I were your daughter. What an audatious naughty pack is this? Haue her before a Iuſtice, Adam. Do, with all my heart good father, ſend mee to a Iuſtice, for apretty woman with a ſmooth tongue and an Angels voice, can do much with Iuſtice in this golden age, but thus much afore I go, if Iuſtice will not pouide me a better father, Ile haue you, or Ile giue the beadle of the ward a fee to cry, a new father a new, as they do oyſters at Callis. Brother cre you acquainted with this woman? I muſt needs ſay that at my nephews ſuite, I gaue her a months lodging and her diet. But Nada veritate in bare truth, & bona ſide without circumſtance, Splendente Sole the bright Sun nere ſawe, A wench more capable of wit and law, And how ſoere ſhe is with bewty grac'd, I dare engage myne honor ſhe is chaſt, I giue your words good credit, yet tis tare, to finde a woman wanton, chaſt and fayre, But now vnto my ſonne, whoſe powerfull art, Striues to vngiue his ſiſters ſeruitude. Thanks He eate, thou haſt inſphearde my hope In a golde circle, o were my father here, This fight would of his age bate twenty yeare. What ſight my ſonne. Lend mee your watry eye, That ſwims in paſſion for my ſiſters loſſe, And in this booke proſpectiue, let it read, Apleaſing lecture. I conceiue two ſhapes. A ciuill marchant and a bewteous mayd. Their pace is ſpeedy and my ſlower eye, Cannot keepe way with their celerity.