Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
somebody bid the beggar cease his noise. O signor Angelo, would you deceive Your honest friend, that simply trusted you? Well Rachel: I am glad thou art here again. i'faith she is not for you steward. I beseech you madam urge your father. I will anon? good Iaques be content. Now God a mercy fortune, and sweet Venus, Let Cupid do his part, and all is well. methinks my heart's in heaven with this comfort. Is this the true Italian courtesy. Ferneze were you tortured thus in France? by my soul's safety. My most noble Lord? I do beseech your Lordship. Honoured Count, wrong not your age with flexure of a knee, I do impute it to those cares and griefs, That did torment you in your absent son. O worthy gentlemen, I am shamed That my extreme affection to my son, Should give my honour so uncured a main, But my first son, being in Vicenza lost. How in Vicenza? lost you a son there? About what time my Lord? O the same night, wherein your noble father took the town. How long's that since my Lord? can you remember. 'tis now well nigh upon the twentieth year. And how old was he then? I cannot tell, between the years of three and sour, I take it. Had he no special note in his attire, Or otherwise, that you can call to mind. I cannot well remember his attire, But I have often heard his mother say: He had about his neck a tablet, Given to him by the Emperor Sigismund. His Godfather, with this inscription, Under the figure of a silver Globe: En minimo, mundus. How did you call your son my Lord? Camillo Lord Chamount. Then no more my Gasper? but Camillo, Take notice of your father, gentlemen: Stand not amazed? here is a tablet, With that inscription? found about his neck That night, and in Vicenza by my father, (Who being ignorant, what name he had) Christened him Gasper, nor did I reveal, This secret till this hour to any man. O happy revelation? o blessed hour? o my Camillo. O strange my brother. Maximilian? behold how the abundance of his joy Drowns him in tears of gladness. O my boy? forgive thy father's late austerity: My Lord? I delivered as much before, but your honour would not be persuaded, I will hereafter give more observance to my visions? I dreamt of this. I can be still no longer, my good Lord, Do a poor man some grace 'mongst all your joys. Why what's the matter Iaques. I am robbed, I am undone my Lord, robbed and undone: A heap of thirty thousand golden crowns, Stolen from me in one minute, and I fear: By her confederacy, that calls me father, But she's none of mine, therefore sweet Lord: Let her be tortured to confess the truth. More wonders yet. How Iaques is not Rachel than thy daughter. No, I disclaim in her, I spit at her,
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Some body bid the begger ceaſe his noiſe. O ſignior Angelo, would you deceiue Your honeſt friend, that ſimply truſted you? Well Rachel: I am glad tho' art here againe. I faith ſhe is not for you ſteward. I beſeech you maddam vrge your father. I will anon? good Iaques be content. Now God a mercy fortune, and ſweet Venus, Let Cupid do his part, and all is well. Me thinks my heart's in heauen with this comfort. Is this the true Italian courteſie. Ferneze were you torturd thus in France? by my ſoules ſafety. My moſt noble Lord? I do beſeech your Lordſhip. Honored Count, wrong not your age with flexure of a knee, I do impute it to thoſe cares and griefes, That did torment you in your abſent ſonne. O worthy gentlemen, I am a ſhamd That my extreame affection to my ſonne, Should giue my honour ſo vncur'd a maine, But my firſt ſonne, being in Vicenza loſt. How in Vicenza? loſt you a ſonne there? About what time my Lord? O the ſame night, wherein your noble father tooke the towne. How long's that ſince my Lord? can you remember. Tis now well nie vpon the twentith yeare. And how old was he then? I cannot tel, betweene the yeares of three and ſoure, I take it. Had he no ſpeciall note in his attire, Or otherwiſe, that you can call to mind. I cannot well remember his attire, But I haue often heard his mother ſay: He had about his necke a tablet, Giuen to him by the Emperour Sigiſmund. His Godfather, with this inſcription, Vnder the figure of a ſiluer Globe: En minimo, mundus. How did you call your ſonne my Lord? Camillo Lord Chamount. Then no more my Gaſper? but Camillo, Take notice of your father, gentlemen: Stand not amazd? here is a tablet, With that inſcription? found about his necke That night, and in Vicenza by my father, (Who being ignorant, what name he had) Chriſtned him Gaſper, nor did I reueale, This ſecret till this hower to any man. O happy reuelation? ô bleſt hower? ô my Camillo. O ſtrange my brother. Maximilion? behold how the aboundance of his ioy Drownds him in teares of gladneſſe. O my boy? forgiue thy fathers late auſterity: My Lord? I deliuered as much before, but your honour would not be perſwaded, I will heareafter giue more obſeruance to my viſions? I drempt of this. I can be ſtill no longer, my good Lord, Do a poore man ſome grace mongſt all your ioyes. Why whats the matter Iaques. I am robd, I am vndone my Lord, robd and vndone: A heape of thirty thouſand golden crownes, Stolne from me in one minnte, and I feare: By her confedracy, that cals me father, But ſhe's none of mine, therefore ſweet Lord: Let her be tortured to confeſſe the truth. More wonders yet. How Iaques is not Rachel then thy daughter. No, I diſclaime in her, I ſpit at her,