Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig typicality 0.80 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Well done i'faith wenches, O that the old graybeard my Father were here, i'd have about with him as I am honourable. What's here! A shepherd wooing of a Country maid, As she sits angling by a rivers side, By them an aged man making a net! The Motto: Sic! this Emblems moral is, The former love I had with Lucida, And this hope tells me that's fair Lucida. Brother, my shield the like presents to me, But holds far more familiar reference, Here doth the amorous shepherd kiss the Nymph; Which she with a chaste blush consents unto: And see, a gloomy man, clad like a pilgrim Comes in, and separates their sweet delights: The Motto, Sic! I so my Father came, and banished me from beauteous Hermia, and this hope tells me is fair Hermia. The more I look, the more methinks 'tis she. The more I think the more I find 'tis she. What should I think to prove it is not she? Look, think, find, prove, do what you can, These are the wenches that you courted then: Then honey bees lay by your smarting stings, and buzz sweet love into your lady's ears, Tell them of kisses, and such pretty things, These drumming dub adubs loves pleasure fears. O heaven, oh fortune, and most happy stars, Do I find love, where I expected wars? I that but now was all for war and death, am made all love, war's humour's out of breath. How, my sons love the daughters of my foe! it cannot be, Then question them yourself. Why how now sons, is this your worth in arms. Why are we not in arms father. Yes, and in such arms as no Coward, but would venture life to march in. Then boys, you love the daughters of Anthonio. We liked them first. Welep th liking still. And you will love them. Father in faith they will. ay, run away are you there? whom has your Ladyship got to your husband? One that I stumbled on at Blindman buff, a proper man, a man every inch of him: and you would say so, and you knew but as much as I— mean to know ere I have done with him. Is he not son unto Anthonio? Great Duke I am, and prostrate on my knee, I beg a peace, which if your spleen deny, I proudly stand where erst I mildly kneeled, and east down bold defiance from these walls. No more your loves make my proud heart ashamed, Your consort's sweet, and i'll not be a mean To make it jar: what my sons like shall stand, By my consent, allowed and perfected; all hate is banished, and revenge lies dead. Then stead of spears, let Hymen's torches flame With hallowed incense, and the God of sprite, Swell up your veins with amorous delight: and so that up our single Comedy, Plaiu phrase: Si places, landite.
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VVell done yfaith wenches, O that the olde gray-beard my Father were here, ide haue about with him as I am honourable. VVhats here! A ſhepheard wooing of a Country maide, As ſhe ſits angling by a Riuers ſide, By them an aged man making a net! The Motto▪ Sic! this Emblems morrall is, The former loue I had with Lucida, And this hope tells me that's faire▪ Lucida. Brother, my ſhield the like preſents to me, But holds far more familiar reference, Here doth the amorous ſhepheard kiſſe the Nymph; Which ſhe with a chaſt bluſh conſents vnto: And ſee, a gloomy man, clad like a pilgrim Comes in, and ſeperates their ſweete delights: The Motto, Sie! I ſo my Father came, and baniſht me from beautious Hermia, and this hope tells me is faire Hermia. The more I looke, the more me thinkes tis ſhe. The more I think the more I find tis ſhe. VVhat ſhould I thinke to proue it is not ſhe? Looke, thinke, find, proue, doe what you can, Theſe are the wenches that you courted than: Then hony bees lay by your ſmarting ſtings, and buz ſweet loue into your Ladies eares, Tell them of kiſſes, and ſuch prety things, Theſe drumming dub adubs loues pleaſure feares. O heauen, oh fortune, and moſt happie ſtars, Do I find loue, where I expected wars? I that but now was all for war and death, am made all loue, wars humour's out of breath. How, my ſonnes loue the daughters of my foe! it cannot be, Then queſtion them your ſelfe. VVhy how now ſonnes, is this your worth in armes. VVhy are we not in armes father. Yes, and in ſuch armes as no Coward, but woulde venture life to march in. Then boies, you loue the daughters of Anthonio. VVe lik'd them firſt. VVelep th liking ſtill. And you will loue them. Fatherinfaith they will. I, run away are you there? whome ha your Ladyſhip got to your husband? One that I ſtumbled on at Blindman buffe, a proper man, a man euery ynch of him: and you would ſay ſo, and you knewe but aſmuch as I—meane to know ere I haue done with him▪ Is he not ſonne vnto Anthonio? Great Duke I am, and proſtrate on my kne, Ibeg a peace, which if your ſpleene deny, I proudlie ſtand where erſt I mildly kneel'd, and eaſt downe bold defiance from theis walls. Nomore your loues make my proudhart aſham'd, Your conſort's ſweet, and ile not be a meane To make it iar: what my ſonnes like ſhall ſtand, By my conſent, allowed and perfected; all hate is baniſht, and reuenge lies dead. Then ſtead of ſpeares, let Hymens torches flame VVith hallowed incence, and the God of ſpright, Swell vp your vaines with amorous delight: an ſo that vp our ſingle Comedy, Plaiu phraſe: Si places, landite.