Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Oh a couple that would spread early, let's give it for loves sake. Call, call, Him, him. A pox on your hemmings, do you think we care for your hemmings, 'tis some stinking troublesome knave I warrant ye. Hang him, regard him not, there's hemming indeed like a Cat, (God bless us) with a burr in her throat. S'hart, how we are ripped up for this? Oh man, this hemming is the most hatefulst thing, there's not the most public punk, nor worm-eaten bawd that can abide it, and honesty would run mad to hear it, but come, we wast, time, 'tis now about the mid of day, we must sow arethmatike by the hours, that let the morrows height Philantus awake again, at which time he shall be on his Hearse, and all the Guests of the Hobbye invited to accompany his ghost, when being awake himself, and all shall see, if drunkenness be not mad mystery. But I prithee practise some milder behaviour at the ordinary, be not all madman. Push, i'll be all observative, and yet i'faith I grieve to see this double guarded age, all side coat, all fool, fie, thou keepest the sports from the mark, away, and retunre what news is now in progress. I have the newest, Terentia Daughter to the old Senate, though Lentulus left the field to come to her, yet she hath forsaken him in the open field, and she's for our young Orator Tully, she has vowed by Venus' leg, and the little God of Love, he shall be her captain, she'll serve under him till death us departed, and thereto I plight thee my troth. More Ladies Terentia's, I cry still, That prize a Saint before a Silken fool, She that loves true learning and pomp disdains, Treads on Tartarus, and Olympus gains. I marry, but then would learning be in colours proud, proud, then would not four nobles purchase a benefice, two Sermons in a year. I Graccus, now thou hitst the finger right, Upon the shoulder of Ingratitude: Thou hast clapped an action of flat felony Now ill be tied that partial judgement, That dooms a farmer's rich, adultus, to the supremacy of a deanery. When needy, yet true grounded Discipline, Is governed with a thread bare vicarage. I, thou speakest well of their sides that are liberally overseen in the sciences, I take no hold on't, but were all men of thy mind, than would every Schoolmaster be a Senate, and there would never come Cobbler to be Constable again. Enough, enough Graccus, let silence seal up Our secret thoughts, and liberty say, Virtus sola summa gloria, Quae format homines, vera honore. Go to I say, urge no more, 'tis Tavern talk, for Taverners Table talk for all, the vomit of rumour: what news says one? none so new as this, Tully shall be married to Terentia: what news says another? the same, the same, whose consent have ye? not mine, I deny it, I must know of it, i'll have a hand, go to, no more.
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Oh a couple that would ſpred earely, let's giue it for loues ſake. Call, call, Hem, hem. A pox on your hemmings, doe you think we care for your hemmings, Tis ſome ſtinking troubleſome knaue I warrant ye. Hang him, regard him not, theres hemming indeede like a Cat, (God bleſſe vs) with a burre in her throate. S'hart, how we are ript vp for this? Oh man, this hemming is the moſt hatefulſt thing, there's not the moſte publique punck, nor worme-eaten bawd that can abide it, and honeſtie would runne madde to heare it, but come, wee waſt, time, tis now about the mid of day, we muſt ſowe arethmatike by the houres, that let the morrowes height Philantus awake againe, at which time hee ſhall bee on his Hearſe, and all the Gueſtes of the Hobbye inuited to accompany his ghoſt, when being awake himſelfe, and all ſhall ſee, if drunkenneſſe be not mad miſterie. But I prethee practiſe ſome milder behauiour at the ordinarie, be not al madman. Puſh, ile bee all obſeruatiue, and yet ifaith I grieue to ſee this double garded age, all ſide coate, all foole, fye, thou keepeſt the ſports from the marke, away, and retunre what newes is now in progreſſe. I haue the neweſt, Terentia Daughter to the olde Senate, thogh Lentulus left the field to come to her, yet ſhe hath forſaken him in the open field, and ſhee's for our young Oratour Tully, ſhe has vowd by Venus legge, and the little God of Loue, he ſhal be her captaine, ſheele ſerue vnder him till death vs depart, and thereto I plight thee my troth. More Ladies Terentias, I crie ſtill, That priſe a Saint before a Silken foole, She that loues true learning and pompe diſdaines, Treades on Tartarus, and Olimpus gaines. I marrie, but then would learning be in colours proud, proud, then would not foure nobles purchaſe a benefice, two Sermons in a yeare. I Graccus, now thou hitſt the finger right, Vpon the ſhoulder of Ingratitude: Thou haſt clapt an action of flat felony Now ill be tide that partiall iudgement, That doomes a farmers rich, adultus, to the ſupremacy of a Deanrie. When needie, yet true grounded Diſcipline, Is gouern'd with a threed bare Vycarage. I, thou ſpeak'ſt well of their ſides that are liberally ouerſeene in the ſciences, I take no hold on't, but were all men of thy minde, then would euerie Schoolemaiſter bee a Senate, and there would neuer come Cobler to be Conſtable againe. Ynough, ynough Graccus, let ſilence ſeale vp Our ſecret thoughts, and libertie ſay, Virtus ſola ſumma gloria, Quae format homines, vera honore. Goe to I ſay, vrge no more, tis Tauerne talk, for Tauerners Table talke for all, the vomit of rumor: what newes ſaies one? none ſo new as this, Tully ſhall be married to Terentia: what newes ſaies another? the ſame, the ſame, whoſe conſent haue ye? not mine, I deny it, I muſt knowe of it, ile haue a hand, goe to, no more.