Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.89 · 558 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Alas that hate should bring us to our grave: You see my sword's not thirsty for your life, I am sorrier for your wound than yourself, You're of a virtuous house, show virtuous deeds 'tis not your honour, 'tis your folly bleeds, Much good has been expected in your life, Cancel not all men's hopes, you have a wife Kind and obedient: heap not wrongful shame On her your posterity, let only sin be sore, And by this fall, rise never to fall more— And so I leave you. Has the dog left me then After his tooth hath reft me? oh my heart Would fain leap after him, revenge I say, I'm mad to be revenged, my strumpet wife: It is thy quarrel that rips thus my flesh, And makes my breast spit blood, but thou shalt bleed: Vanquished? got down? unable e'en to speak? Surely 'tis want of money makes men weak, ay? 'twas that o'erthrew me, Id'e near been down else. Faith mistress If it might not be presumption In me to tell you so, for his excuse You had small reason, knowing his abuse, I grant I had, but alas, Why should our faults at home be spread abroad: 'tis grief enough within doors: At first sight Mine Uncle could run over his prodigal life As perfectly, as if his serious eye Had numbered all his follies: Knew of his mortgaged lands, his friends in bonds, himself withered with debts: And in that minute Had I added his usage and unkindness, 'twould have confounded every thought of good: Where now, fathering his riots on his youth, Which time and tame experience will shake off, guessing his kindness to me (as I smoothed him With all the skill I had) though his deserts Are in form uglier than an unshaped Bear. he's ready to prefer him to some office And place at Court, A good and sure relief To all his stooping fortunes 'twill be a means I hope, To make new league between us, and redeem His virtues with his lands. I should think so mistress. If he should not now be kind to you and love you, and cherish you up, I should think the devil himself kept open house in him. I doubt not but he will now, prithee leave me, I think I hear him coming. I am gone. By this good means I shall preserve my lands, And free my husband out of usurers hands: Now there is no need of sale, my uncle's kind I hope, if aught, this will content his mind, Here comes my husband. Now, are you come, where's the money, let's see the money, is the rubbish sold, those wiseacres your lands, why when, the money, where be't, power't down, down with it, down with it, I say power't o'the ground let's see't, let's see't. Good sir, keep but in patience and I hope My words shall like you well, I bring you better Comfort than the sale of my Dowry. Hah what's that? Pray do not fright me sir, but vouchsafe me hearing, my Uncle glad of your kindness to me & mild usage. for so I made it to him? has in pity of your declining fortunes, provided A place for you at Court of worth & credit, which so much overjoyed me
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Alas that hate should bring vs to our graue: You see my sword's not thirsty for your life, I am sorrier for your woonde then your selfe, Y'are of a vertuous house, show vertuous deeds Tis not your honour, tis your folly bleedes, Much good has bin expected in your life, Cancell not all mens hopes, you haue a wife Kind and obedient: heape not wrongfull shame On her your posterity, let only sin be sore, And by this fall, rise neuer to fall more▪ And so I leaue you. Has the dogg left me then After his tooth hath left me? oh my hart Would faine leape after him, reuenge I saye, Ime mad to be reueng'd, my strumpet wife: It is thy quarrel that rips thus my flesh, And makes my brest spit blood, but thou shalt bleed: Vanquisht? got downe? vnable eene to speak? Surely tis want of mony makes men weake, I? twas that orethrew me, Id'e nere bin downe els. Faith mistris If it might not bee presumtion In me to tell you so, for his excuse You had smal reason, knowing his abuse, I grant I had, but alasse, Whie should our faults at home be spred abroad: Tis griefe enough within dores: At first sight Myne Vncle could run ore his prodigall life As perfectly, as if his serious eye Had nombred all his follies: Knew of his morgadg'd lands, his friends in bonds, himselfe withered with debts: And in that minute Had I added his vsage and vnkindnes, Twould haue confounded euery thought of good: Where now, fathering his ryots one his youth, Which time and tame experience will shake off, gessing his kindnes to me (as I smoothd him With all the skill I had) though his deserts Are in forme vglier then an vnshapte Bear. Hee's reddy to prefer him to some office And place at Court, A good and sure reliefe To al his stooping fortunes twil be a meanes I hope, To make new league between vs, and redeeme His vertues with his landes. I should think so mistris. If he should not now be kinde to you and loue you, and cherish you vp, I should thinke the deuill himselfe kept open house in him. I doubt not but he will now, pre the leaue me, I think I heare him comming. I am gone. By this good meanes I shal preserue my lāds, And free my husband out of vserers hands: Now ther is no neede of sale, my Vncle's kind I hope, if ought, this will content his minde, Here comes my husband. Now, are you come, wher's the mony, lets see the mony, is the rubbish sold, those wiseakers your lands, why when, the mony, where ist, powr't down, down with it, downe with it, I say powr't oth ground lets see't, lets see't. Good sir, keep but-in patience and I hope My words shall like you well, I bring you better Comfort then the sale of my Dowrie. Hah whats that? Pray do not fright me sir, but vouchsafe me heaing, my Vncle glad of your kindnes to mee & milde vsage▪ for soe I made it to him? has in pitty of your declining fortunes, prouided A place for you at Court of worth & credit, which so much ouerioyd me