S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin typicality 0.81 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Cousin, fly every step. Remember, like a juryman, you go upon life and death. Happiness grant, that no Hare cross him i'th' way: his superstitious legs will retire, though we hang for't. Come, shall we keep the rule of the place, and drink drunk now? Now kindred, whither trot you so fast? Oh Cousin, about a deed of charity; to save your father, and two or three knaves more from hanging. I am going to Sir Bore Notwithstanding; to save them out of prison: they have saved him often. Sir Bore Notwithstanding, he's a great man, Cousin. He had three Lordships fell to him at a clap; the worst worth 400. a year. Yet he's bare notwithstanding. He has sold his caroche with four Flanders mares, because he would retire himself and live i'th' Country. Yet he's Bare Notwithstanding. But to himself Cousin, farewell. To him, quoth he? I will to him, were the devil in my way. Pork, pork. The devil pork you. What dismal bird croaks disaster to my journey! Pork. Nay, if the destinies have set the Raven against me, I'll return sure— yet let me see. So my Uncle may be hanged, I'll on, come what will. Pork. O this black bird toll like a passing-bell, My own sad mischief and my uncles knell. Yet why am I so timorous; when charity Bids me go on, shall a Raven hinder me? I'll keep aloof and pass— oh a spirit, a spirit. The widows Ghost. Bromley, Lawyer, Uncle, hang. Take all your fortunes, I'll no further gang. It's an unhallowed place, a dismal day. Betide what will, I'll back again some way. Come down, Raven. Come out, Spirit. Blind, credulous fool! He that shall trust at need Such nice and tottering coxcombs, shall thus speed. Should his sick father send him for some drugs, He would turn back at such imagined bugs. Come, mother, friend, and wife; take these back places, Where you may hear unseen: that when time serves, I may produce you. Works and hours are spent Then well, when we do good, or ill prevent. I cannot judge, what is this days success. All-ruling powers the doubtful sequel bless. My Lord, whose place I personate, being sick, Hath thus designed me, both to hear and censure The criminal causes, which offend the peace Of our dread Sovereign, and his subjects weal. Whiles we lance Ulcers, we the body heal. The charge I give in short, you of the jury, Look to your Oath and conscience: let not favour Shut up your eyes, nor malice open them Too wide. You understand, our laws are good. 'tis pity that they should be writ in blood. But since connivence at unlawful deeds Gives but encouragement, and we cannot strike With sword of justice the deserving faults, Except you give the persons to our hands: All on your vigilant information stands. Proceed to the Inditements. We are all cast away. Sir Bare is not come.
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Couſin, fly euery ſtep. Remember, like a Iury-man, you goe vpon life and death. Happineſſe grant, that no Hare croſſe him ith' way: his ſuperſtitious legges will retire, though wee hang for't. Come, ſhall we keep the rule of the place, and drinke drunke now? Now kindred, whither trot you ſo faſt? Oh Couſin, about a deede of charitie; to ſaue your father, and two or three knaues more from hanging. I am going to Sir Bare Notwithſtanding; to ſaue them out of priſon: they haue ſau'd him often. Sir Bare Notwithſtanding, he's a great man, Couſin. Hee had three Lordſhips fell to him at a clappe; the worſt worth 400. a yeere. Yet hee's bare notwithſtanding. Hee has ſold his Caroch with foure Flanders mares, becauſe he would retire himſelfe and liue ith' Country. Yet he's Bare Notwithſtanding. But to himſelfe Couſin, farewell. To him, quoth he? I will to him, were the diuell in my way. Porke, porke. The diuell porke you. What diſmall bird crokes diſaſter to my iourney! Porke. Nay, if the deſtinies haue ſet the Rauen againſt mee, Ile rerurne ſure—yet let me ſee. So my Vncle may bee hang'd, Ile on, come what will. Porke. O this blacke bird tolles like a paſsing-bell, My owne ſad miſchiefe and my Vncles knell. Yet why am I ſo timorous; when charitie Bids me go on, ſhall a Rauen hinder me? Ile keep alooſe and paſſe—oh a ſpirit, a ſpirit. The Widdowes Ghoſt. Bromley, Lawyer, Vncle, hang. Take all your fortunes, I'le no further gang. It's an vnhallow'd place, a diſmall day. Betide what will, Il'e backe againe ſome way. Come downe, Rauen. Come out, Spirit. Blind, credulous foole! He that ſhall truſt at need Such nice and tottring cockſcombes, ſhall thus ſpeed. Should his ſicke father ſend him for ſome drugges, Hee would turne backe at ſuch imagin'd bugges. Come, mother, friend, and wife; take theſe back places, Where you may heare vnſeene: that when time ſerues, I may produce you. Works and houres are ſpent Then well, when we doe good, or ill preuent. I cannot iudge, what is this dayes ſucceſſe. All-ruling powers the doubtfull ſequele bleſſe. My Lord, whoſe place I perſonate, being ſicke, Hath thus deſign'd mee, both to heare and cenſure The criminall cauſes, which offend the peace Of our dread Soueraigne, and his ſubiects weale. Whiles we launce Vlcers, we the body heale. The charge I giue in ſhort, you of the Iury, Looke to your Oath and conſcience: let not fauour Shut vp your eyes, nor malice open them Too wide. You vnderſtand, our lawes are good. Tis pitie that they ſhould be writ in blood. But ſince conniuence at vnlawfull deeds Giues but encouragement, and wee cannot ſtrike With ſword of Iuſtice the deſeruing faults, Except you giue the perſons to our hands: All on your vigilant information ſtands. Proceede to the Inditements. We are all caſt away. Sir Bare is not come.