May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Thou sayst well, go get one, I'll go myself along with you too, I love To see sport though I am old, you'll go Along with us to Sir. I Sir, you shall Command my service when you are ready. Now Euphues, what I did but barely act Thy bleeding heart shall feel, loss of a son If Law can have his course, as who can let it, I know thou think'st mine dead, and in thy heart Laughest at my falling house, but let them laugh That win the prize, things ne'er are known till ended. Well I like my sister's choice, she has taken a man Whose very looks and carriage speak him Worthy, beside he is Noble, his fortunes sufficient, They both love each other, what can my father More desire, that he gapes so after this old Count, that comes for the estate, as other upon My soul does not, but pure spotless love, but Now his plot is for revenge upon his old enemy: Fie, Fie 'tis bloody and unchristian, my soul Abhors such acts, this match may rather Reconcile our houses, and I desire where worth Is to have friendship, as on my soul 'tis there. Well Philocles I hope to call thee brother. Somewhat I'll do, I'll go persuade Count Virro Not to love her, I know the way, and I'll but Tell him truth her brother lives, that will Cool his love quickly; but soft, here comes The Count as fit as may be. She loves me not yet, but that's no matter, I shall have her, her father says I shall, And I dare take his word, maids are quickly Overruled, ah, ah, methinks I am grown younger Than I was by twenty years, this Fortune Cast upon me, is better than Medea's charm, to Make an old man young again, to have a lord's estate freely bestowed, and with it such A beauty as should warm Nestor's blood, Make old Priam lusty. Fortune I see thou lovest me Now, I'll build a Temple to thee shortly, and Adore thee as the greatest deity. Now what are you. A poor Scholar my Lord, one that Am little beholding to Fortune. So are most of your profession, Thou shouldst take some more thriving Occupation, to be a judge's man, they are The bravest now adays, or a cardinal's Pander, that were a good profession and gainful. But not lawful, my Lord. Lawful, That Cardinal may come to be Pope, and Then he could pardon thee and himself too. My Lord I was brought up a Scholar. And I thank your counsel, My Lord, I have some for you, and therefore I Came. For me, what I prithee. 'tis weighty and concerns you near. Speak, what is't? My Lord, you are to marry old Polimetes Daughter. And Heir. No Heir My Lord, her Brother is alive. How, Thou art mad.
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Thou ſayſt well, goe get one, Ile goe my ſelfe along with you too, I loue To ſee ſport though I am old, you'le goe Along with vs to Sir. I Sir, you ſhall Command my ſeruice when you are ready. Now Euphues, what I did but barely act Thy bleeding heart ſhall feele, loſſe of a ſonne If Law can haue his courſe, as who can let it, I know thou think'ſt mine dead, and in thy heart Laugheſt at my falling houſe, but let them laugh That winne the prize, things nere are knowne till ended. Well I like my ſiſters choiſe, ſhe has taken a man Whoſe very lookes and carriage ſpeake him Worthy, beſides he is Noble, his fortunes ſufficient, They both loue each other, what can my father More deſire, that he gapes ſo after this old Count▪ that comes for the eſtate, as tother vpon My ſoule does not, but pure ſpotleſſe loue, but Now his plot is for reuenge vpon his old enemy: Fye, Fye tis bloudy and vnchriſtian, my ſoule Abhors ſuch acts, this match may rather Reconcile our houſes, and I deſire where worth Is to haue friendſhip, as on my ſoule tis there. Well Philocles I hope to call thee brother. Somewhat Ile doe, Ile goe perſwade Count Ʋirro Not to loue her, I know the way, and Ile but Tell him truth her brother liues, that will Coole his loue quickly; but ſoft, here comes The Count as fit as may be. She loues me not yet, but that's no matter, I ſhall haue her, her father ſayes I ſhall, And I dare take his word, maides are quickly Ouer-rul'd, ah, ah, me thinkes I am growne yonger Then I was by twenty yeeres, this Fortune Caſt vpon me, is better then Medeas charme, to Make an old man yong againe, to haue a Lords eſtate freely beſtowed, and with it ſuch A beauty as ſhould warme Nectors bloud, Make old Priam luſty. Fortune I ſee thou loueſt me Now, Ile build a Temple to thee ſhortly, and Adore thee as the greateſt deity. Now what are you. A poore Scholler my Lord, one that Am little beholding to Fortune. So are moſt of your profeſſion, Thou ſhouldſt tke ſome more thriuing Occupation, to be a iudges man, they are The braueſt now adayes, or a Cardinals Pander, that were good profeſſion and gainefull. But not lawfull, my Lord. Lawfull, That Cardinall may come to be Pope, and Then he could pardon thee and himſelfe too. My Lord I was brought vp a Scholler. And I thanke your counſell, My Lord, I haue ſome for you, and therefore I Came. For me, what I prithee. Tis weighty and concernes you neere. Speake, what iſt? My Lord, you are to marry old Polimetes Daughter. And Heire. No Heire My Lord, her Brother is aliue. How, Thou art mad.