Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I ask, an't please your Gentle worship, how you know? I mean, how I should make your worship know That I have nothing— To give with my poor daughter? I have nothing: The very air, bounteous to every man, Is scant to me, sir. I do think good father, you are but poor, He thinks so, hark, but think so: He thinks not so, he knows of all my treasure. Poor man he is so overjoyed to hear His daughter may be past his hopes bestowed, That betwixt fear and hope (if I mean simply) He is thus passionate. Yet all is safe within, is none without? nobody break my walls? What say you father, shall I have your daughter? I have no dowry to bestow upon her. I do expect none, father. That is well, Than I beseech your worship make no question Of that you wish, 'tis too much favour to me. I'll leave him now to give his passion's breath, Which being settled, I will fetch his daughter: I shall but move too much, to speak now to him. So, he's gone, would all were dead and gone, That I might live with my dear gold alone. Here is the poor old man. Out of my soul another, comes he hither? Be not dismayed old man, I come to cheer you. To me by heaven, Turn ribs to brass, turn voice into a trumpet, To rattle out the battles of my thoughts, One comes to hold me talk, while th'other robs me. He has forgot me sure: what should this mean? He fears authority, and my want of wife Will take his daughter from him to defame her: He that hath nought on earth but one poor daughter, May take this ecstasy of care to keep her. And yet 'tis safe: they mean not to use force, But fawning coming. I shall easily know By his next question, if he think me rich, Whom see I? my good Lord? Stand up good father, I call thee not father for thy age, But that I gladly wish to be thy son, In honoured marriage with thy beauteous daughter. O, so, so, so, so, so, this is for gold, Now it is sure, this is my daughter's neatness, Makes them believe me rich. No, my good Lord, I'll tell you all; how my poor hapless daughter Got that attire she wears from top to toe. Why father, this is nothing. O yes, good my Lord. Indeed it is not. Nay sweet Lord pardon me? do not dissemble, Hear your poor beadsman speak; 'tis requisite That I (so huge a beggar) make account Of things that pass my calling: she was borne T'enjoy nothing underneath the son: But that, if she had more than other beggars She should be envied: I will tell you then How she had all she wears, her warm shoes (God wot) A kind maid gave her, seeing her go barefoot In a cold frosty morning; God requite her; Her homely stockings
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I aske, an't pleaſe your Gentle worſhip, how you know? I meane, how I ſhould make your worſhip know That I haue nothing — To giue with my poore daughter? I haue nothing: The very aire, bounteous to euery man, Is ſcant to me, ſir. I do thinke good father, you are but poore, He thinkes ſo, harke, but thinke ſo: He thinkes not ſo, he knowes of all my treaſure. Poore man he is ſo ouerioyed to heare His daughter may be paſt his hopes beſtowed, That betwixt feare and hope (if I meane ſimply) He is thus paſſionate. Yet all is ſafe within, is none without? No body breake my walles? What ſay you father, ſhall I haue your daughter? I haue no dowry to beſtow vpon her. I do expect none, father. That is well, Then I beſeech your worſhip make no queſtion Of that you wiſh, tis too much fauour to me. Ile leaue him now to giue his paſſions breath, Which being ſetled, I will fetch his daughter: I ſhall but moue too much, to ſpeake now to him. So, hee's gone, would all were dead and gone, That I might liue with my deere gold alone. Here is the poore old man. Out of my ſoule another, comes he hither? Be not diſmaid old man, I come to cheere you. To me by heauen, Turne ribs to braſſe, turne voice into a trumpet, To rattle out the battels of my thoughts, One comes to hold me talke, while th'other robbes me. He has forgot me ſure: what ſhould this meane? He feares authority, and my want of wife Will take his daughter from him to defame her: He that hath naught on earth but one poore daughter, May take this extaſie of care to keepe her. And yet tis ſafe: they meane not to vſe force, But fawning comming. I ſhall eaſly know By his next queſtion, if he thinke me rich, Whom ſee I? my good Lord? Stand vp good father, I call thee not father for thy age, But that I gladly wiſh to be thy ſonne, In honoured marriage with thy beauteous daughter. O, ſo, ſo, ſo, ſo, ſo, this is for gold, Now it is ſure, this is my daughters neatneſſe, Makes them beleeue me rich. No, my good Lord, Ile tell you all; how my poore hapleſſe daughter Got that attire ſhe weares from top to toe. Why father, this is nothing. O yes, good my Lord. Indeed it is not. Nay ſweet Lord pardon me? do not diſſemble, Heare your poore beadſ-man ſpeake; tis requiſite That I (ſo huge a beggar) make account Of things that paſſe my calling: ſhe was borne T'enioy nothing vnderneath the ſonne: But that, if ſhe had more then other beggars She ſhould be enuied: I will tell you then How ſhe had all ſhe weares, her warme ſhooes (God wot) A kind maide gaue her, ſeeing her go barefoot In a cold froſty morning; God requite her; Her homely ſtockings