May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
My Lord, What I speak is true, and to my knowledge His father gives it out in policy to marry his Daughter the better, to hook in suitors, and Specially aimed at you, thinking you rich And covetous, and now he has caught you. But dost thou mock me. Let me be ever miserable if I speak Not truth, as sure as I am here Eugenio lives, I know it, and know him, where he is. Where prithee. Not a day's journey hence, Where his father enjoined him to stay till your Match, and sends word to him of this plot: Besides, I overheard the old Lord and his man Roscio, laughing at you for being caught thus. Why, wert thou at the house then. Yes, But had scurvy entertainment Which I have thus revenged Beshrew my heart I know not what To think on't, till like enough, this Lord was Always cunning beyond measure, and it Amazed me that he should grow so extreme Kind to me on the sudden to offer me all this: Besides this fellow is so confident, and on No ends of cozenage that I can see; well, I would fain enjoy her, the Wench is Delicate, but I would have the estate too, and not be gulled, what shall I do, now brains If ever you will, help your Master. It stings him. Well, so, Sir, What may I call your name? Irus my Lord. Your name as well as your attire Speakers you poor. I am so. And very poor. Very poor. Would you not gladly take a course To get money, and a great some of money. Is gladly if your Lordship would but Show me the way. Hark ye. Oh my Lord, Conscience. Fie, never Talk of the Conscience, and for Law thou art Free, for all men think him dead, and His father will be ashamed to follow it Having already given him for dead, And then who can know it, come be wise, Five hundreth crowns I'll give. Well, 'tis poverty that does it, and not I, When shall I be paid. When thou hast done it. Well give me your Hand for it my Lord Thou shalt. In writing, to be paid when I have Poisoned him, and think it done. Now thou But love has made me bold, the time has been, In such a place as this I should have feared Each rolling leaf, and trembled at a reed Stirred in the Moonshine, my fearful fancy Would frame a thousand apparitions, And work some fear out of my very shadow: I wonder Philocles is tardy thus, When last we parted every hour, he said, Would seem a year till we were met again, It should not seem so by the haste he makes I'll sit and rest me, come I know he will. This Clerimont this is the happy place Where I shall meet the sum of all my joys, And be possessed of such a treasury As would enrich a Monarch. This is his voice, My Philocles.
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My Lord, What I ſpeake is true, and to my knowledge His father giues it out in pollicy to marry his Daughter the better, to hooke in ſutors, and Specially aym'd at you, thinking you rich And couetous, and now he has caught you. But doſt thou mock me. Let me be euer miſerable if I ſpeake Not truth, as ſure as I am here Eugenio liues, I know it, and know him, where he is. Where prithee. Not a daies iourney hence, Where his father enioyn'd him to ſtay till your Match, and ſends word to him of this plot: Beſides, I ouer-hard the old Lord and his man Roſcio, laughing at you for being caught thus. Why, wert thou at the houſe then. Yes, But had ſcuruy entertainment Which I haue thus reueng'd Beſhrew my heart I know not what To thinke on't, til like enough, this Lord was Alwayes cunning beyond meaſure, and it Amaz'd me that he ſhould grow ſo exreme Kind to me on the ſuddaine to offer me all this: Beſides this fellow is ſo confident, and on No ends of couznage that I can ſee; well, I would faine enioy her, the Wench is Delicate, but I would haue the eſtate too, and not be guld, what ſhall I doe, now braines If euer you will, helpe your Maſter. It ſtings him. Well, ſo, Sir, What may I call your name? Irus my Lord. Your name as well as your attire Speakers you poore. I am ſo. And very poore. Very poore. Would you not gladly take a courſe To get money, and a great ſome of mony. Is gladly if your Lordſhip would but Shew me the way. Harke ye. Oh my Lord, Conſcience. Fye, neuer Talke of the Conſcience, and for Law thou art Free, for all men thinke him dead, and His father will be aſhamed to follow it Hauing already giuen him for dead, And then who can know it, come be wiſe, Fiue hundreth crownes Ile giue. Well, tis pouerty that does it, and not I, When ſhall I be paid. When thou haſt done it. Well giue me your Hand for it my Lord Thou ſhalt. In writing, to be paid when I haue Poyſoned him, and thinke it done. Now thou But loue has made me bold, the time has beene, In ſuch a place as this I ſhould haue fear'd Each rowling leafe, and trembled at a reed Stird in the Mooneſhine, my fearefull fancy Would frame a thouſand appariſions, And worke ſome feare out of my very ſhadow: I wonder Philocles is tardy thus, When laſt wee parted euery houre, he ſaid, Would ſeeme a yeere till we were met againe, It ſhould not ſeeme ſo by the haſt he makes Ile ſit and reſt me, come I know he will. This Clerimont this is the happy place Where I ſhall meet the ſumme of all my ioyes, And be poſſeſt of ſuch a treaſury As would inrich a Monarch. This is his voyce, My Philocles.