Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 477 words
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Far you well: pray heaven I be deceived in you. Your hearts desires be with you. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth? Ready Sir, but his will hath in it a more modest working. You shall try but one fall. No, I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first. You mean to mock me after: you should not have mocked me before: but come your ways. Now Hercules, be thy speed young man. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg. Oh excellent young man. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. No more, no more. Yes I beseech your Grace, I am not yet well breathed. How dost thou Charles? He cannot speak my Lord. Bear him away: What is thy name young man? Orlando my Liege, the youngest son of Sir Roland de Boys. I would thou hadst been son to some man else, The world esteemed thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy: Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed, Hadst thou descended from another house: But far thee well, thou art a gallant youth, I would thou hadst told me of another Father. Were I my Father (Cousin) would I do this? I am more proud to be Sir Rolands son, His youngest son, and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Fredricke. My Father loved Sir Roland as his soul, And all the world was of my Father's mind, Had I before known this young man his son, I should have given him tears unto entreaties, Ere he should thus have ventured. Gentle Cousin, Let us go thank him, and encourage him: My Father's rough and envious disposition Sticks me at heart: Sir, you have well deserved, If you do keep your promises in love; But justly as you have exceeded all promise, Your Mistress shall be happy. Gentleman, Wear this for me: one out of suits with fortune That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. Shall we go Cousin? I: far you well fair Gentleman. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up Is but a quintine, a mere liveless block. He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes, I'll ask him what he would: Did you call Sir? Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown More than your enemies. Will you go Cousin? Have with you: far you well. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference. O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown Or Charles, or something weaker masters thee.
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Fare you well: praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you. Your hearts deſires be with you. Come, where is this yong gallant, that is ſo deſirous to lie with his mother earth? Readie Sir, but his will hath in it a more modeſt working. You ſhall trie but one fall. No, I warrant your Grace you ſhall not entreat him to a ſecond, that haue ſo mightilie perſwaded him from a firſt. You meane to mocke me after: you ſhould not haue mockt me before: but come your waies. Now Hercules, be thy ſpeede yong man. I would I were inuiſible, to catch the ſtrong fellow by the legge. Oh excellent yong man. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie, I can tell who ſhould downe. No more, no more. Yes I beſeech your Grace, I am not yet well breath'd. How do'ſt thou Charles? He cannot ſpeake my Lord. Beare him awaie: What is thy name yong man? Orlando my Liege, the yongeſt ſonne of Sir Roland de Boys. I would thou hadſt beene ſon to ſome man elſe, The world eſteem'd thy father honourable, But I did finde him ſtill mine enemie: Thou ſhould'ſt haue better pleas'd me with this deede, Hadſt thou deſcended from another houſe: But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth, I would thou had'ſt told me of another Father. Were I my Father (Coze) would I do this? I am more proud to be Sir Rolands ſonne, His yongeſt ſonne, and would not change that calling To be adopted heire to Fredricke. My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his ſoule, And all the world was of my Fathers minde, Had I before knowne this yong man his ſonne, I ſhould haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties, Ere he ſhould thus haue ventur'd. Gentle Coſen, Let vs goe thanke him, and encourage him: My Fathers rough and enuious diſpoſition Sticks me at heart: Sir, you haue well deſeru'd, If you doe keepe your promiſes in loue; But iuſtly as you haue exceeded all promiſe, Your Miſtris ſhall be happie. Gentleman, Weare this for me: one out of ſuites with fortune That could giue more, but that her hand lacks meanes. Shall we goe Coze? I: fare you well faire Gentleman. Can I not ſay, I thanke you? My better parts Are all throwne downe, and that which here ſtands vp Is but a quintine, a meere liueleſſe blocke. He cals vs back: my pride fell with my fortunes, Ile aske him what he would: Did you call Sir? Sir, you haue wraſtled well, and ouerthrowne More then your enemies. Will you goe Coze? Haue with you: fare you well. What paſſion hangs theſe waights vpō my toong? I cannot ſpeake to her, yet ſhe vrg'd conference. O poore Orlando! thou art ouerthrowne Or Charles, or ſomething weaker maſters thee.