May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I doubt the cause my Lord, For were not that, I dare engage my life, She would be won to love him, she has placed Already her affections on some other. How should I find it out Why thus my Lord There's never man nor woman that ere loved, But chose some bosom friend whose close converse, Sweeten their joys, and ease their burdened minds Of such a working secret, thus no doubt Has my young Lady done, and but her woman, Who should it be, 'tis she must out with it, Her secrecy if wit cannot o'erreach, Gold shall corrupt, leave that to me my Lord, But if her Lady's heart do yet stand free And unbequeathed to any, your command And father's jurisdiction interposed Will make her loue the Count, no kind of mne must want to draw her. Thou art my Oracle, My Brain, my Soul, my very being Roscio, Walk on and speed whilst I but second thee. It is even so, Count Virro is your rival, See how the old Ape smugs up his mouldy chaps To seize the bit. He must not if I live, But yet her father brings him that has the means That I should ever want. If he do marry her Revenge it nobly, make him a Cuckold boy, Thou jests that feels it not, prithee let's go, Stay, I'll not curse him briefly for thy sake, If thou dost marry her mayest thou be made A Cuckold without profit, and ne'er get An Office by it, nor favour at the Court, But may thy large ill gotten treasury Be spent in her bought lust, and thine own gold Bring thee adulterers, so farewell good Count. My Lord, there's a Messenger within desire's access, has business of import, Which to no ear but yours he must impart. Admit him, now friend, your business with me. If you be the Lord Polimetes. The same. My Lord, I come from Athens with such news As I dare say is welcome though unlooked for, Your son Eugenio lives whom you so long Thought dead and mourned for. How, lives. Upon my life my Lord I saw him well Within these few days. Thanks for thy good news, Towards him Roscio, but now tell me friend Hast thou revealed this news to any man In Syracuse but me. To none my Lord, At every place where I have stayed in town, Enquiring for your Lordship's house, I heard These tragic, but false news, the contrary I still concealed, though knew, intending first Your Lordship's ear should drink it. Worthy friend. I now must thank your wisdom as your love In this well carried action, I'll requite it, Mean time pray use my house, and still continue your Silence in this business, Roscio make him welcome, and Part as little from him as you can for fear. Think it done, my Lord. Psecas come hither.
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I doubt the cauſe my Lord, For were not that, I dare ingage my life, She would be wonne to loue him, ſhe has plac'd Already her affections on ſome other. How ſhould I find it out Why thus my Lord Theres neuer man nor woman that ere loued, But choſe ſome boſome friend whoſe cloſe conuerſe, Sweeten their ioyes, and eaſe their burdened minds Of ſuch a working ſecret, thus no doubt Has my yong Lady done, and but her woman, Who ſhould it be, tis ſhe muſt out with it, Her ſecrecy if wit cannot orereach, Gold ſhall corrupt, leaue that to me my Lord, But if her Ladies heart doe yet ſtand free And vnbequeath'd to any, your command And fathers iuriſdiction enterpos'd Will make her loue the Count, no kind of mne muſt want to draw her. Thou art my Oracle, My Braine, my Soule, my very being Roſcio, Walke on and ſpeede whilſt I but ſecond thee. It is euen ſo, Count Ʋirro is your riuall, See how the old Ape ſmugs vp his mouldy chap To ſeize the bit. He muſt not if I liue, But yet her father brings him that has the meanes That I ſhould euer want. If he do marry her Reuenge it nobly, make him a Cuckold boy, Thou ieſts that feeles it not, prithee lets goe, Stay, Ile not curſe him briefely for thy ſake, If thou doeſt marry her mayeſt thou be made A Cuckold without profit, and nere get An Office by it, nor fauour at the Court, But may thy large ill gotten treaſury Be ſpent in her bought luſt, and thine owne gold Bring thee adulterers, ſo farewell good Count. My Lord, ther's a Meſſenger within Deſires acceſſe, has buſineſſe of import, Which to no eare but yours he muſt impart. Admit him, now friend, your buſineſſe with me. If you be the Lord Polimetes. The ſame. My Lord, I come from Athens with ſuch newes As I dare ſay is welcome though vnlooked for, Your ſonne Eugenio liues whom you ſo long Thought dead and mourn'd for. How, liues. Vpon my life my Lord I ſaw him well Within theſe few dayes. Thankes for thy good newes, Towards him Roſcio, but now tell me frend Haſt thou reueal'd this newes to any man In Syracuſe but me. To none my Lord, At euery place where I haue ſtaid in towne, Enquiring for your Lordſhips houſe, I heard Theſe tragicke, but falſe newes, the contrary I ſtill conceald, though knew, intending firſt Your Lordſhips eare ſhould drinke it. Worthy fiend. I now muſt thanke your wiſedome as your loue In this well carried action, Ile requite it, Meane time pray vſe my houſe, and ſtill continue your Silence in this buſineſſe, Roſcio make him welcome, and Part as little from him as you can for feare. Thinke it done, my Lord. Pſecas come hither.