The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 2 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Sir, tax not me for his unwillingness. By the command of his authority, My disposition's forced against itself. Nephew, you are the honour of our blood. The troup of Gentry, whose inferior worth Should second your example, are become Your Leaders: and the scorn of their discourse, Turns smiling back upon your backwardness. You need not urge my spirit by disgrace 'tis free enough. My Father hinders it. To curb me, he denies me maintenance To put me in the habit of my rank. Unbind me from that strong necessity, And call me Coward if I stay behind. For want of means? Borachio! Where's the gold? I'd disinherit my posterity To purchase honour. 'tis an interest I prize above the principal of wealth. I'm glad I had th'occasion to make known How readily my substance shall unlock itself to serve you. Here's a thousand Crowns. My worthy uncle; in exchange for this, I leave my bond. So I am doubly bound; By that for the repayment of this gold, And by this gold to satisfy your love. Sir; 'tis a witness (only) of my love; And love doth always satisfy itself. Now to your Father; labour his consent. My importunity shall second yours. we will obtain it. If entreaty fail, The force of reputation shall prevail. Go call my Sons, that they may take their leaves Of noble Charlemont. Now my Borachio! The substance of our former argument Was wealth. The question how to compass it. Young Charlemont is going to the war. O, thou beginnest to take me. Mark me then. methinks, the pregnant wit of Man, might make The happy absence of this Charlemont, A subject for commodious providence. He has a wealthy Father; ready e'en To drop into his grave. And no man's power When Charlemont is gone, can interpose 'Twixt you and him. thoust apprehended; both My meaning and my love. Now let thy trust, For undertaking and for secrecy, Hold measure with thy amplitude of wit; And thy reward shall parallel thy worth. My resolution has already bound Me to your service. And my heart to thee. Here are my Sons.— There's my eternity. My life in them; And their succession shall for ever live. And in my reason dwells the providence, To add to life as much of happiness. Let all men lose, so I increase my gain, I have no feeling of another's pain. I prithee let this current of my tears, Divert thy inclination from the war. For of my children thou are only left, To promise a succession to my house. And all the honour thou canst get by arms, Will give but vain addition to thy name; Since from thy ancestors thou dost derive A dignity sufficient; and as great As thou hast substance to maintain and bear. I prithee stay at home.
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Sir, taxe not me for his vnwillingnesse. By the command of his authoritie, My disposition's forc'd against it selfe. Nephew, you are the honour of our bloud. The troope of Gentry, whose inferiour worth Should second your example, are become Your Leaders: and the scorne of their discourse, Turnes smiling backe vpon your backewardnesse. You neede not vrge my spirit by disgrace T'is free enough. My Father hinders it. To curbe me, hee denyes me maintenance To put me in the habite of my ranque. Vnbinde me from that strong necessitie, And call me Coward if I stay behind. For want of meanes? Borachio! Where's the gold? I'de disinherite my posteritie To purchase honour. T'is an interest I prize aboue the principall of wealth. I'm glad I had th'occasion to make knowne How readily my substance shall vnlocke It selfe to serue you. Here's a thousand Crownes. My worthy vncle; in exchange for this, I leaue my bond. So I am doubly bound; By that for the repayment of this gold, And by this gold to satisfie your loue. Sir; t'is a witnesse (onely) of my loue; And loue doth alwayes satisfie it selfe. Now to your Father; labour his consent. My importunitie shall second yours. Wee will obtaine it. If intreatie faile, The force of reputation shall preuaile. Goe call my Sonnes, that they may take their leaues Of noble Charlemont. Now my Borachio! The substance of our former argument Was wealth. The question how to compasse it. Young Charlemont is going to the warre. O, thou begin'st to take me. Marke me then. Me thinkes, the pregnant wit of Man, might make The happy absence of this Charlemont, A subiect for commodious prouidence. He has a wealthy Father; ready eu'n To drop into his graue. And no mans power When Charlemont is gone, can interpose 'Twixt you and him. Th'ast apprehended; both My meaning and my loue. Now let thy trust, For vndertaking and for secrecie, Hold measure with thy amplitude of wit; And thy reward shall paralell thy worth. My resolution has already bound Mee to your seruice. And my heart to thee. Here are my Sonnes.— There's my eternitie. My life in them; And their succession shall for euer liue. And in my reason dwels the prouidence, To adde to life as much of happinesse. Let all men lose, so I increase my gaine, I haue no feeling of anothers paine. I prithee let this current of my teares, Diuert thy inclination from the warre. For of my children thou are onely left, To promise a succession to my house. And all the honour thou canst get by armes, Will giue but vaine addition to thy name; Since from thy auncestours thou dost deriue A dignitie sufficient; and as great As thou hast substance to maintaine and beare. I prithee stay at home.