Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin typicality 0.88 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
I do remember thee a foolish fellow, one that did put his trust in Almanacs, and horse-faiers, and rose by honey and pot-butter. Shall they come in yet? Nay then I must unfold your Brother's pleasure, these be the lessons Sir, he left behind him. Prithee expound the first. I leave to keep my house 300 pounds a year; and my Brother to dispose of it. Mark that my wicked Steward, and I dispose of it. Whilst he bears himself like a Gentleman, and my credit falls not in him. Mark that my good young Sir, mark that. Nay if it be no more I shall fulfil it: whilst my legs will carry me i'll bear myself gentlemanlike, but when I am drunk, let them bear me that can. Forward dear steward. Next it is my will, that he be furnished (as my brother) with attendance, apparel, and the obedience of my people. Steward this is as plain as your old minikin breeches. Your wisdom will relent now, will it not? Be mollified or— you understand me Sir, proceed. Next, that my Steward keep his place, and power, and bound my brother's wildness with his care. I'll hear no more this apocrypha, bind it by itself steward. This is your Brother's will, and as I take it, he makes no mention of such company as you would draw unto you. captains of Gallifoists, such as in a clear day have seen Callis, fellows that have no more of God, than their oaths comes to: they wear swords to reach fire at a Play, and get there the oyld end of a pipe for their guerdon: then the remnant of your regiment are wealthy Tobacco merchants, that set up with one ounce, and break for three; together with a forlorn hope of Poets, and all these look like Carthusians, things without linen: Are these fit company for my Master's Brother? I will either convert thee (O thou Pagan steward) or presently confound thee and thy reckonings, who's there? call in the Gent. Good Sir. Nay you shall know both who I am, and where I am. Are you my master's Brother? Are you the sage Master Steward, with a face like an old ephemerides? Then God help all, I say. ay, and 'tis well said my old peer of France: welcome gentlemen, welcome gentlemen; mine own dear lads, you're richly welcome. Know this old harry-groat. Sir I will take your love. Sir you will take my purse. And study to continue it. I do believe you. Your honourable friend and master's brother, hath given you to us for a worthy fellow, and so we hug you Sir. Has given himself into the hands of varlets, not to be carved out. Sir are these the pieces? They are the Morals of the age, the virtues. Men made of Gold. Of your gold you mean Sir. This is a man of war, that cries go on; and wears his Colours.
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I doe remember thee a foolish fellowe, one that did put his trust in Almanacks, and horse-faiers, and rose by hony and pot-butter. Shall they come in yet? Nay then I must vnfold your Brothers pleasure, these be the lessons Sir, he left behinde him. Prethee expound the first. I leaue to keep my house 300 pounds a yeare; and my Brother to dispose of it. Marke that my wicked Steward, and I dispose of it. Whilst hee beares himselfe like a Gentleman, and my credit fals not in him. Marke that my good young Sir, marke that. Nay if it be no more I shall fulfill it: whilst my legs will carry mee ile beare my selfe gentleman-like, but when I am drunke, let them beare mee that can. Forward deare steward. Next it is my will, that hee bee furnisht (as my brother) with attendance, apparrell, and the obedience of my people. Steward this is as plaine as your olde minikin breeches. Your wisdome will relent now, will it not? Be mollified or — you vnderstand mee Sir, proceed. Next, that my Steward keepe his place, and power, and bound my brothers wildnesse with his care. Ile heare no more this Apocripha, binde it by it selfe steward. This is your Brothers will, and as I take it, he makes no mention of such company as you would draw vn to you. Captaines of Gallifoists, such as in a cleare day haue seene Callis, fellows that haue no more of God, then their oaths comes to: they weare swords to reach fire at a Play, and get there the oyld end of a pipe for their guerdon: then the remnant of your regiment are wealthy Tobacco merchants, that set vp with one ownce, and breake for three; together with a forlorne hope of Poets, and all these looke like Carthusians, things without linnen: Are these fit company for my Mafters Brother? I will either conuert thee (O thou Pagan steward) or presently confound thee and thy reckonings, who's there? call in the Gent. Good Sir. Nay you shall know both who I am, and where I am. Are you my masters Brother? Are you the sage Master Steward, with a face like an olde Ephimerides? Then God helpe all, I say. I, and tis well said my olde peere of France: welcome gentlemen, welcome gentlemen; mine owne deere lads, y'are richly welcome. Know this old Harrygroate. Sir I will take your loue. Sir you will take my purse. And studie to continue it. I doe beleeue you. Your honourable friend and masters brother, hath giuen you to vs for a worthy fellow, and so wee hugge you Sir. Has giuen himselfe into the hands of varlets, not to be caru'd out. Sir are these the peeces? They are the Morrals of the age, the vertues. Men made of Gold. Of your gold you meane Sir. This is a man of warre, that cries goe on; and weares his Colours.