Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
As for thy Gentry, I dare boldly take Thy honourable oath: and yet some say Thou and thy most renowned noble Brother, Came to the Court first in a Keel of sea-coal; Dost not offend thee? Never doubt it, sir. Why do I love thee then? why have I raked thee Out of the dunghill? cast my cast Wardrobe on thee? Brought thee to Court to, as I did thy Brother? Made ye my saucy bon companions? Taught ye to call our greatest Noble men By the corruption of their names; Iack, Tom? Have I blown both for nothing to this bubble? Though thou art learned; thouhast no enchanting wit, Or were thy wit good, am I therefore bound To keep thee for my Table? Well Sir, 'twere A good knight's place. Many a proud dubbed Gallant Seeks out a poor Knights living from such emrod's. Or what use else should I design thee to? Perhaps you'll answer me, to be my Pander. Perhaps I shall. Or did the sly Guise put thee Into my bosom, t'undermine my projects? I fear thee not; for though I be not sure I have thy heart, I know thy brainpan yet To be as empty a dull piece of wainscot As ever armed the scalp of any Courtier; A fellow only that consists of sinews; Mere Swisser, apt for any execution. But killing of the King. Right: now I see Thou understandest thyself. I, and you better. You are a king's son borne. Right. And a king's brother. True. And might not any fool have been so too, As well as you? A pox upon you. You did no Princely deeds Ere you're borne (I take it) to deserve it; Nor did you any since that I have heard; Nor will do ever any, as all think. The Devil take him. I'll no more of him. Nay: stay my Lord and hear him answer you. No more I swear. Farewell. No more: Ill fortune. I, would have given a million to have heard His scoffs retorted: and the insolence Of his high birth and greatness (which were never Effects of his deserts, but of his fortune) Made show to his dull eyes, beneath the worth That men aspire to by their knowing virtues, Without which Greatness is a shade, a bubble. But what one great man dreams of that, but you? All take their births and birthrights left to them (Acquired by others) for their own worths purchase, When many a fool in both, is great as they: And who would think they could win with their worths Wealthy possessions, when won to their hands, They neither can judge justly of their value, Nor know their use; and therefore they are puffed With such proud tumors as this Monsieur is: Enabled only by the goods they have, To scorn all goodness: none great, fill their fortunes, But as those men that make their houses greater, Their households being less, so Fortune raises Huge heaps of outside in these mighty men, And gives them nothing in them.
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As for thy Gentry, I dare boldly take Thy honourable othe: and yet some say Thou and thy most renowmed noble Brother, Came to the Court first in a Keele of Sea-coale; Dost not offend thee? Neuer doubt it, sir. Why doe I loue thee then? why haue I rak'd thee Out of the dung-hill? cast my cast Ward-robe on thee? Brought thee to Court to, as I did thy Brother? Made yee my sawcy bon companions? Taught yee to call our greatest Noble men By the corruption of their names; Iack, Tom? Haue I blowne both for nothing to this bubble? Though thou art learn'd; thast no enchanting wit▪ Or were thy wit good, am I therefore bound To keepe thee for my Table? Well Sir, 'twere A good Knights place. Many a proud dubb'd Gallant Seekes out a poore Knights liuing from such Emrods. Or what vse else should I designe thee to? Perhaps you'll answere me, to be my Pander. Perhaps I shall. Or did the sie Guise put thee Into my bosome, t'vndermine my proiects? I feare thee not; for though I be not sure I haue thy heart, I know thy braine-pan yet To be as emptie a dull piece of wainscot As euer arm'd the scalpe of any Courtier; A fellow onely that consists of sinewes; Meere Swisser, apt for any execution. But killing of the King. Right: now I see Thou vnderstand'st thy selfe. I▪ and you better. You are a Kings sonne borne. Right. And a Kings brother. True. And might not any foole haue beene so too, As well as you? A poxe vpon you. You did no Princely deedes Ere you're borne (I take it) to deserue it; Nor did you any sinc that I haue heard; Nor will doe euer any, as all thinke. The Diuell take him. Ile no more of him. Nay: stay my Lord and heare him answere you. No more I sweare. Farewell. No more: Ill ftune. I▪ would haue giuen a million to haue heard His scoffes retorted: and the insolence Of his high birth and greatnesse (which were neuer Effects of his deserts, but of his fortune) Made show to his dull eyes, beneath the worth That men aspire to by their knowing vertues, Without which Greatnesse is a shade, a bubble. But what one great man dreames of that, but you? All take their births and birth-rights left to them (Acquir'd by others) for their owne worths purchase, When many a foole in both, is great as they: And who would thinke they could winne with their worths Wealthy possessions, when wonne to their hands▪ They neyther can iudge iustly of their value, Nor know their vse; and therefore they are puft With such proud tumours as this Monsieur is: Enabled onely by the goods they haue, To scorne all goodnesse: none great, fill their fortunes, But as those men that make their houses greater, Their housholds being lesse, so Fortune raises Huge heapes of out-side in these mightie men, And giues them nothing in them.