Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig typicality 0.81 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
That's well. Then Angelio I will be brief. Since time forbids the use of circumstance, How well you are received in my affection, Let it appear by this one instance, only That now I will deliver to your trust, The dearest secrets, treasured in my bosom, Dear Angelio. You are not every man, But one, whom my election hath designed, As the true proper object of my soul: I urge not this t'insinuate my desert, Or supple your tried temper, with soft phrases; True friendship loathes such oily complement: But from th'abundance of that love, that flows Through all my spirits, is my speech enforced. Before your Lordship do proceed too far, Let me be bold to intimate thus much; That whatsoe'er your wisdom hath t'expose, Be it the weightiest and most rich affair, That ever was included in your breast, My faith shall poise it, if not— O no more, Those words have rapt me with their sweet effects, So freely breathed, and so responsible, To that which I endeavoured to extract, Arguing a happy mixture of our souls. Why were there no such sympathy sweet Lord? Yet the impressure of those ample favours, I have derived from your unmatched spirit, Would bind my faith to all observances. How! favours Angelo, o speak not of them, They are mere paintings, and import no merit, Looks my love well? thereon my hopes are placed: Faith, that is bought with favours, cannot last. My Lord. How now? You are sought for all about the house, within, The Count your father calls for you. God, what cross events do meet my purposes? Now will he violently fret and grieve That I am absent. Boy, say I come presently: Sweet Angelo, I cannot now insist Upon particulars, I must serve the time The main of all this is, I am in love. Why starts your Lordship? I thought I heard my father coming hither ward, list, ha? I hear not any thing, it was but your imagination sure. No? No, I assure your Lordship. I would work safely. Why, has he no knowledge of it then? O no, no creature yet partakes it but yourself In a third person, and believe me friend, The world contains not now another spirit, To whom I would reveal it. Hark, hark, A pox upon those brazen throated slaves, What are they mad, trow? Alas, blame not them, Their services are (clock-like) to beset, Backward and forward, at their Lords command, You know my father's wayward, and his humour Must not receive a check, for then all objects, Feed both his grief and his impatience, And those affections in him, are like powder, Apt to inflame with every little spark, And blow up reason, therefore Angelo, peace. He is coming this way, let's withdraw a little. WHere should he be, trow? did you look in the armoury? No my Lord. No, why there? o who would keep such drones? How now, ha' ye found him?
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Thats well. Then Angelio I will be briefe. Since time forbids the vſe of circumſtance, How well you are receiued in my affection, Let it appeare by this one inſtance, onely That now I will deliuer to your truſt, The deereſt ſecrets, treaſurd in my boſome, Deare Angelio. You are not euery man, But one, whome my election hath deſign'd, As the true proper obiect of my ſoule: I vrge not this t'inſinuate my deſert, Or ſupple your tri'd temper, with ſoft phraſes; True frendſhip lothes ſuch oyly complement: But from th'aboundance of that loue, that flowes Through all my ſpirits, is my ſpeech enforc'd. Before your Lordſhip do proceed too far, Let me be bould to intimate thus much; That what ſo ere your wiſedome hath t'expoſe, Be it the waightieſt and moſt rich affaire, That euer was included in your breaſt, My faith ſhall poiſe it, if not— O no more, Thoſe words haue rapt me with their ſweet effects, So freely breath'd, and ſo reſponſible, To that which I endeuoured to extract, Arguing a happy mixture of our ſoules. Why were there no ſuch ſympathy ſweete Lord? Yet the impreſſure of thoſe ample fauours, I haue deriu'd from your vnmatched ſpirit, Would bind my faith to all obſeruances. How! fauours Angello, ô ſpeake not of them, They are meere paintings, and import no merit, Lookes my loue well? thereon my hopes are plac't: Faith, that is bought with fauours, cannot laſt. My Lord. How now? You are ſought for all about the houſe, within, The Count your father cals for you. God, what croſſe euents do meet my purpoſes? Now will he violently fret and grieue That I am abſent. Boy, ſay I come preſently: Sweet Angello, I cannot now inſiſt Vpon particulars, I muſt ſerue the time The maine of all this is, I am in loue. Why ſtarts your Lordſhip? I thought I heard my father comming hither ward, liſt, ha? I heare not any thing, it was but your imagination ſure. No? No, I aſſure your Lordſhip. I would worke ſafely. Why, has he no knowledge of it then? O no, no creature yet pertakes it but your ſelfe In a third perſon, and beleeue me friend, The world containes not now another ſpirit, To whom I would reueile it. Harke, harke, A pox vpon thoſe brazen throated ſlaues, What are they mad, trow? Alas, blame not them, Their ſeruices are (clock-like) to beſet, Backward and forward, at their Lords command, You know my father's wayward, and his humour Muſt not receiue a check, for then all obiects, Feede both his griefe and his impatience, And thoſe affections in him, are like powder, Apt to enflame with euery little ſparke, And blow vp reaſon, therefore Angelo, peace. He is comming this way, let's withdraw a little. VVHere ſhould he be, trow? did you looke in the armory? No my Lord. No, why there? ô who would keepe ſuch drones? How now, ha ye found him?