Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin typicality 0.86 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hither, If he be absent, bring his Brother to me, I'll make him find him: do this suddenly; And let not search and inquisition quail, To bring again these foolish runaways. Who's there? What my young Master, oh my gentle master, Oh my sweet master, O you memory Of old Sir Rowland; why, what make you here? Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you? And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bonny priser of the humorous Duke? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. Know you not Master, to seem kind of men, Their graces serve them but as enemies, No more do yours: your virtues gentle Master Are sanctified and holy traitors to you: Oh what a world is this, when what is comely Enuenoms him that bears it? Why, what's the matter? O unhappy youth, Come not within these doors: within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives Your brother, no, no brother, yet the son (Yet not the son, I will not call him son) Of him I was about to call his Father, Hath heard your praises, and this night he means, To burn the lodging where you use to lie, And you within it: if he fail of that He will have other means to cut you off; I overheard him: and his practices: This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. Why whether Adam wouldst thou have me go? No matter whether, so you come not here. What, wouldst thou have me go & beg my food, Or with a base and boisterous Sword enforce A thievish living on the common road? This I must do, or know not what to do: Yet this I will not do, do how I can, I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother. But do not so: I have five hundred Crowns, The thrifty hire I saved under your Father, Which I did store to be my foster Nurse, When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown, Take that, and he that doth the Ravens feed, Yea providently cators for the Sparrow, Be comfort to my age: here is the gold, All this I give you, let me be your servant, Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot, and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashfull forehead woe, The means of weakness and debility, Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly; let me go with you, I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
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Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hither, If he be abſent, bring his Brother to me, Ile make him finde him: do this ſodainly; And let not ſearch and inquiſition quaile, To bring againe theſe fooliſh runawaies. Who's there? What my yong Maſter, oh my gentle maſter, Oh my ſweet maſter, O you memorie Of old Sir Rowland; why, what make you here? Why are you vertuous? Why do people loue you? And wherefore are you gentle, ſtrong, and valiant? Why would you be ſo fond to ouercome The bonnie priſer of the humorous Duke? Your praiſe is come too ſwiftly home before you. Know you not Maſter, to ſeeme kinde of men, Their graces ſerue them but as enemies, No more doe yours: your vertues gentle Maſter Are ſanctified and holy traitors to you: Oh what a world is this, when what is comely Enuenoms him that beares it? Why, what's the matter? O vnhappie youth, Come not within theſe doores: within this roofe The enemie of all your graces liues Your brother, no, no brother, yet the ſonne (Yet not the ſon, I will not call him ſon) Of him I was about to call his Father, Hath heard your praiſes, and this night he meanes, To burne the lodging where you vſe to lye, And you within it: if he faile of that He will haue other meanes to cut you off; I ouerheard him: and his practiſes: This is no place, this houſe is but a butcherie; Abhorre it, feare it, doe not enter it. Why whether Adam would'ſt thou haue me go? No matter whether, ſo you come not here. What, would'ſt thou haue me go & beg my food, Or with a baſe and boiſtrous Sword enforce A theeuiſh liuing on the common rode? This I muſt do, or know not what to do: Yet this I will not do, do how I can, I rather will ſubiect me to the malice Of a diuerted blood, and bloudie brother. But do not ſo: I haue fiue hundred Crownes, The thriftie hire I ſaued vnder your Father, Which I did ſtore to be my foſter Nurſe, When ſeruice ſhould in my old limbs lie lame, And vnregarded age in corners throwne, Take that, and he that doth the Rauens feede, Yea prouidently caters for the Sparrow, Be comfort to my age: here is the gold, All this I giue you, let me be your ſeruant, Though I looke old, yet I am ſtrong and luſtie; For in my youth I neuer did apply Hot, and rebellious liquors in my bloud, Nor did not with vnbaſhfull forehead woe, The meanes of weakneſſe and debilitie, Therefore my age is as a luſtie winter, Froſtie, but kindely; let me goe with you, Ile doe the ſeruice of a yonger man In all your buſineſſe and neceſſities.