Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.81 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Brother? are you wise? Why? Be ignorant. Did you never hear of Actaeon? What then? Curiosity was his death. He could not be content to adore Diana in her Temple, but he must needs dog her to her retired pleasures, and see her in her nakedness. Do you enjoy the sole privilege of your wives bed? have you no pretty Paris for your Page? No mystical Adonis to front you there? I think none: I know not. Know not still Brother. Ignorance and credulity are your sole means to obtain that blessing. You see your greatest Clerks, your wisest Politicians, are not that way fortunate, your learned Lawyers would lose a dozen poor men's causes to gain a lease an't, but for a Term. Your Physician is jealous of his. Your Sages in general, by seeing too much oversee that happiness. Only your blockheadly Tradesman; your honest meaning Citizen; your nott-headed Country Gentleman; your unapprehending stinkard is blessed with the sole prerogative of his wives chamber. For which he is yet beholding, not to his stars, but to his ignorance. For if he be wise, Brother, I must tell you the case altars. How do you relish these things Brother? Passing ill. So do sick men solid meats: hark you brother, are you not jealous? No: do you know cause to make me? Hold you there; did your wife never spice your broth with a dram of sublimate? hath she not yielded up the Fort of her Honour to a staring Soldado? and (taking courage from her guilt) played open bankrupt of all shame, and run the Country with him? Then bless your Stars, bow your knees to Iuno. Look where she appears. We have sought you long Sir, there's a Messenger within, hath brought you letters from the Court, and desires your speech. I can discover nothing in her looks. Go, I'll not be long. Sir, it is of weight the bearer says: and beside, much hastens his departure. Honourable Brother! cry mercy! what, in a conquerors style? but come and overcome? A fresh course. Alas you see of how sleight metal widows vows are made. And that shall you prove too ere long. Yet for the honour of our sex, boast not abroad this your easy conquest; another might perhaps have stayed longer below stairs, but upon your confidence, that surprised her love. My uncle hath instructed me how to accost an honourable Lady; to win her, not by suit, but by surprise. The Whelp and all. Good Uncle let not your near honour's change your manners, be not forgetful of your promise to me, touching your Lady's daughter Laodice. My fancy runs so upon't, that I dream every night of her. A good chicken, go thy ways, thou hast done well; eat bread with thy meat. Come Sir, will you in? I'll follow you. I'll not stir a foot without you. I can not satisfy the messenger's impatience.
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Brother? are you wise? Why? Be ignorant. Did you neuer heare of Actaeon? What then? Curiositie was his death. He could not be content to adore Diana in her Temple, but he must needes dogge her to her retir'd pleasures, and see her in her nakednesse. Doe you enioy the sole priuiledge of your wiues bed? haue you no pretie Paris for your Page? No mysticall Adonis to front you there? I thinke none: I know not. Know not still Brother. Ignorance and credulitie are your sole meanes to obtaine that blessing. You see your greatest Clerkes, your wisest Politicians, are not that way fortunate, your learned Lawyers would lose a dozen poore mens causes to gaine a lease ant, but for a Terme. Your Phisition is ielous of his. Your Sages in generall, by seeing too much ouersee that happinesse. Only your block-headly Tradesman; your honest meaning Cittizen; your not-headed Countrie Gentleman; your vnapprehending Stinckerd is blest with the sole prerogatiue of his Wiues chamber. For which he is yet beholding, not to his starres, but to his ignorance. For if he be wise, Brother, I must tell you the case alters. How doe you relish these thinges Brother? Passing ill. So do sick men solid meates: hearke you brother, are you not ielous? No: doe you know cause to make me? Hold you there; did your wife neuer spice your broth with a dramme of sublimate? hath shee not yeelded vp the Fort of her Honour to a staring Soldado? and (taking courage from her guilt) plaid open banckrout of all shame, and runne the Countrie with him? Then blesse your Starres, bow your knees to Iuno. Looke where shee appeares. We haue sought you long Sir, there's a Messenger within, hath brought you letters from the Court, and desires your speech. I can discouer nothing in her lookes. Goe, Ile not be long. Sir, it is of weight the bearer saies: and besides, much hastens his departure. Honourable Brother! crie mercie! what, in a Conquerours stile? but come and ouercome? A fresh course. Alas you see of how sleight mettall Widdowes vowes are made. And that shall you proue too ere long. Yet for the honour of our sexe, boast not abroade this your easie conquest; another might perhaps haue staid longer below staires, but vpon your confidence, that surpris'd her loue. My vncle hath instructed me how to accoast an honorable Ladie; to win her, not by suite, but by surprise. The Whelp and all. Good Vncle let not your neare Honours change your manners, bee not forgetfull of your promise to mee, touching your Ladies daughter Laodice. My fancie runns so vpon't, that I dreame euery night of her. A good chicken, goe thy waies, thou hast done well; eate bread with thy meate. Come Sir, will you in? Ile follow you. Ile not stirre a foot without you. I can not satisfie the messengers impatience.