Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
overreached? if there be law, I'll hamper ye. Prithee be gone, and rail at home, thou art so base a fool I cannot laugh at thee: sirrah, this comes of cozening, home and spare, care red till you raise your sums again. If you stir far in this, I'll have you whipped, your ears nailed for intelligencing, o'th' pillory, and your goods forfeit: you are a stale Cozener, leave my house: no more. A pox upon your house. Come Widow, I shall yet hamper this young gamester. Good twelve i'th' hundred keep your way, I am not for your diet: marry in your own Tribe jow, and get a break. 'tis well said widow: will you jog on Sir? Yes, I will go, but 'tis no matter whither: But when I trust a wild fool, and a woman, May I lend gratis, and build Hospitals. Nay good sir make all even, here's a widow wants your good word for me: she's rich, and may renew me & my Fortunes. I am glad you look before you. Gentlewoman, here is a poor distressed younger brother. You do him wrong Sir, he's a Knight. I ask your mercy: yet 'tis no matter, his Knighthood is no inheritance I take it: whatsoever he is, he's your servant, or would be Lady. Faith be not merciless, but make a man; he's young and handsome, though he be my brother, and his observances may deserve your love: he shall not fall for means. Sir, you speak like a worthy brother: and so much I do credit your fair language, that I shall love your brother: and so love him, but I shall blush to say more. Stop her mouth. I hope you shall not live to know that hour when this shall be repented. Now brother I should chide, but I'll give no distaste to your fair Mistress, I will instruct her in't, and she shall do't: you have been wild, and ignorant, 'pray mend it. Sir every day now spring comes on. To you, good Mr. Savill, and your Office, thus much I have to say: You're from my Steward become, first your own Drunkard, than his Bawd: they say you're excellent grown in both, and perfect: give me your keys Sir Savill. Good Sir consider who you left me too. I left you as a curb for, not to provoke my brother's follies: Where's the best drink now? come, tell me Savill: where's the soundest whores? Ye old he Goat, ye dried Ape, ye lame stallion, must you be leading in my house your whores, like Fairies dance their night rounds, without fear either of King or Constable, within my walls? Are all my Hangings safe? my sheep unsold yet? I hope my Plate is currant, I ha' too much on't. What say you to 300. pounds in drink now?
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A Iouer-reacht? if there be law, Ile hamper yee. Prehee bee gone, and rae at home, thou art so base foole I cannot laugh at thee , cmes of cusening, home and spare, cate til you raise your summes againe. I you stir farre in this, Ile haue you whipt, your eares nayl'd for intelligencing, o'th pillory, and your goods forfeit: you are a stale Cousener, leaue my house: no more. A poxe vpon your house. Come VViddow, I shall yet hamper this young gamester. Good twelue hundred keepe your way, I am not for your dyet: marry in your owne Tribe Iow, and get a Brokes. Tis well said widdow: vvill you jogge on Sir? Yes, I will goe, but 'tis no matter whither: But when I trust a wilde foole, and a woman, May I lend gratis, and build Hospitals. Nay good sir make all euen, here's a vviddow wants your good word for me: shee's rich, and may renue me & my Fortunes. I am glad you looke before you. Gentlewoman, here is a poore distressed younger brother. You doe him wrong Sir, hee's a Knight. I aske your mercy: yet 'tis no matter, his Knighthood is no inheritance I take it: whatsoeuer he is, hee's your seruant, or would bee Lady. Faith bee not mercilesse, but make a man; hees young and hansome, though he be my brother, and his obseruances may deserue your loue: hee shall not fall for meanes. Sir, you speake like a worthy brother: and so much I doe cerdit your faire language, that I shall loue your brother: and so loue him, but I shall blush to say more. Stop her mouth. I hope you shall not liue to know that houre when this shall be repented. Now brother I should chide, but Ile giue no distaste to your faire Mistrisse, I wil instruct her in't, and she shall doo't: you hau bin wild, and ignorant, 'pray mend it. Sir euery day now spng comes on. To you, good Mr. Sauill, and your Office, thus much I haue to say: Y'are from my Steward become, first your owne Drunkard, then his Bawde: they say y'are excellent growne in both, and perfect: giue me your keyes Sir Sauill. Good Sir consider who you left me too. I left you as a curbe for, not to prouoke my brothers follies: Where's the best drinke now? come, tell me Sauill: where's the soundest whores? Ye old he Goat, ye dry'd Ape, ye lamestallion, must you be leading in my house your whores, like Fayries dance their night rounds, without feare eyther of King or Constable, within my walles? Are all my Hangings safe? my sheepe vnsold yet? I hope my Plate is currant, I ha' too much on't. What say you to 300. ponnds in drinke now?