S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Plague o' you and your mortgage. Oh my heart-it beats so, that it has broke my buttons. I would not be so frighted again to be made your heir. puff. What's the news Thirsty? what, what, good Thirsty? Let me undo you Master. No, not till I hear of my mortgage. What's the matter? oh— The matter? I would not ha' such another cross, for all the crosses i' your purse. What? oh— what? Is my mortgage safe? Hath the under-sheriff done a miracle, and played the honest man? what good Thirsty? Nothing Sir, but a Hare crossed the way; and he, poor timorous soul, durst go no further for fear of sprights. Oh rogues, pernicious villains, you conspire to cozen me: get out the nail, Thirsty. Hares, and Ravens, and Devils. Who has abused you thus Sir? could you be so credulous, to think this a receit good for the Gout? Sir, give me leave to help you. Do, good Ben but not in this, Ben not in this. Oh my mortgage man, my mortgage— run. I shall lose a days fruits of my mortgage. Come Sir, respect your health above your gain. I would not for your wealth have halfe your pain. Go in Sir, get some broth, look to your wound. Your mortgage leave to me, I'll keep that sound. Take my cousin Nice with you. Come Thirsty, help Thirsty. Now for some cleanly trick to shift my hands Of this same shallow superstitious fool. Now cozen, I'm sure you are not without an Erra Pater i' your pocket. They say this is like to be a very strange year. Most strange, and full of preposterous, prodigious, turbulent, dismal, fatal, amazing, terrifying— Bless us. What? Wonders. The effects whereof will appear in risings, partly biformed, and partly circular, on men's foreheads, and women's mountains. Is there no sad mortality to ensue? Yes, my Almanac speaks of a most fearful pestilence, especially to happen amongst Tailors and Gold-end-men. there's a statute-lace shall undo them i'faith. A tailors Bill shall be no more so deadly as the plagues. Sirrah Nice, I had a dream tonight. Passion o' my heart! a dream? what? I do not like these dreams. I'll tell thee what. methought, my troubled fancy Led me into a Garden proudly decked With Nature's glory, and the sweetest flowers, That ere my breath sucked up: where the green grass Tempted my sleepy spirits to soft repose. There came, methought, a friend (dead now long since) And shook me by the hand, and questioned me Of many sad events, whose conference So vexed me that I woke. Why stand'st amazed? Thou wilt not leave me Coz. Yes, and you were ten Cousins. Dream of a garden, and green rushes, and a dead friend's salutation? Cousin, make your will, be ruled and make your will: you cannot live.
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Plague o' you and your morgage. Oh my heart-it beats ſo, that it has broke my buttons. I would not bee ſo frighted againe to be made your heire. puffe. What's the newes Thirſty? what, what, good Thirsty? Let me vndoe you Maſter. No, not till I heare of my morgage. What's the matter? oh— The matter? I would not ha' ſuch another croſſe, for all the croſſes i' your purſe. What? oh—what? Is my morgage ſafe? Hath the vnder-Sheriffe done a miracle, and playd the honeſt man? what good Thirſty? Nothing Sir, but a Hare croſs'd the way; and hee, poore timorous ſoule, durſt goe no further for feare of ſprights. Oh rogues, pernicious villains, you conſpire to couzen me: get out the naile, Thirſty. Hares, and Rauens, and Diuels. Who has abus'd you thus Sir? could you be ſo credulous, to thinke this a receyte good for the Gout? Sir, giue me leaue to helpe you. Do, good Ben. but not in this, Ben. not in this. Oh my morgage man, my morgage—run. I ſhall loſe a dayes fruits of my morgage. Come Sir, reſpect your health aboue your gaine. I would not for your wealth haue halfe your paine. Go in Sir, get ſome broth, looke to your wound. Your morgage leaue to me, Ile keepe that ſound. Take my couſin Nice with you. Come Thirſty, helpe Thirſty. Now for ſome cleanly tricke to ſhift my hands Of this ſame ſhallow ſuperſtitious foole. Now couzen, I'am ſure you are not without an Erra Pater i' your pocket. They ſay this is like to be a very ſtrange yeare. Moſt ſtrange, and full of prepoſterous, prodigious, turbulent, diſmall, fatall, amazing, terrifying— Bleſſe vs. What? Wonders. The effects whereof wil appeare in riſings, partly biformed, and partly circular, on mens forheads, and womens mountaines. Is there no ſad mortality to enſue? Yes, my Almanacke ſpeakes of a moſt fearefull peſtilence, eſpecially to happen amongſt Taylors and Gold-end-men. Ther's a ſtatute-lace ſhall vndoe them ifayth. A Taylours Bill ſhal be no more ſo deadly as the plagues. Sirrah Nice, I had a dreame to night. Paſſion o' my heart! a dreame? what? I do not like theſe dreames. Ile tell thee what. Me thought, my troubled fancie Led me into a Garden proudly deckt With Natures glory, and the ſweeteſt flowers, That ere my breath ſuck'd vp: where the greene graſſe Tempted my ſleepy ſpirits to ſoft repoſe. There came, me thought, a friend (dead now long ſince) And ſhooke me by the hand, and queſtion'd me Of many ſad euents, whoſe conference So vex'd me that I woke. Why ſtand'ſt amaz'd? Thou wilt not leaue me Coz. Yes, and you were ten Couſins. Dreame of a garden, and greene ruſhes, and a dead friends ſalutation? Couſin, make your will, be rul'd and make your will: you cannot liue.