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 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
If that you were the good Sir Roland's son, As you have whispered faithfully you were, And as mine eye doth his effigies witness, Most truly limned, and living in your face, Be truly welcome hither: I am the Duke That loved your Father, the residue of your fortune, Go to my Cave, and tell me, Good old man, Thou art right welcome, as thy masters is: Support him by the arm: give me your hand, And let me all your fortunes understand. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present: but look to it, Find out thy brother whatsoe'er he is, Seek him with Candle: bring him dead, or living Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more To seek a living in our Territory. Thy Lands and all things that thou dost call thine, Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands, Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Of what we think against thee. Oh that your Highness knew my heart in this: I never loved my brother in my life. More villain thou. Well push him out of doors And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and Lands: Do this expediently, and turn him going. Hang there my verse, in witness of my love, And thou thrice crowned Queen of night survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above Thy Huntress name, that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind, these Trees shall be my Books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character, That every eye, which in this Forest looks, Shall see thy virtue witnessed every where. Run, run Orlando, carve on every Tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. And how like you this shepherd's life Mr Touchstone? Truly Shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well: but in respect that it is private, it is a very vild life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well: but in respect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life (look you) it fits my humour well: but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any Philosophy in thee shepherd? No more, but that I know the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is: and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends. That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That pood pasture makes fat sheep: and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the Sun: That he that hath learned no wit by Nature, nor Art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
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If that you were the good Sir Rowlands ſon, As you haue whiſper'd faithfully you were, And as mine eye doth his effigies witneſſe, Moſt truly limn'd, and liuing in your face, Be truly welcome hither: I am the Duke That lou'd your Father, the reſidue of your fortune, Go to my Caue, and tell mee, Good old man, Thou art right welcome, as thy maſters is: Support him by the arme: giue me your hand, And let me all your fortunes vnderſtand. Not ſee him ſince? Sir, ſir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercie, I ſhould not ſeeke an abſent argument Of my reuenge, thou preſent: but looke to it, Finde out thy brother whereſoere he is, Seeke him with Candle: bring him dead, or liuing Within this tweluemonth, or turne thou no more To ſeeke a liuing in our Territorie. Thy Lands and all things that thou doſt call thine, Worth ſeizure, do we ſeize into our hands, Till thou canſt quit thee by thy brothers mouth, Of what we thinke againſt thee. Oh that your Highneſſe knew my heart in this: I neuer lou'd my brother in my life. More villaine thou. Well puſh him out of dores And let my officers of ſuch a nature Make an extent vpon his houſe and Lands: Do this expediently, and turne him going. Hang there my verſe, in witneſſe of my loue, And thou thrice crowned Queene of night ſuruey With thy chaſte eye, from thy pale ſpheare aboue Thy Huntreſſe name, that my full life doth ſway. O Roſalind, theſe Trees ſhall be my Bookes, And in their barkes my thoughts Ile charracter, That euerie eye, which in this Forreſt lookes, Shall ſee thy vertue witneſt euery where. Run, run Orlando, carue on euery Tree, The faire, the chaſte, and vnexpreſſiue ſhee. And how like you this ſhepherds life Mr Touchſtone? Truely Shepheard, in reſpect of it ſelfe, it is a good life; but in reſpect that it is a ſhepheards life, it is naught. In reſpect that it is ſolitary, I like it verie well: but in reſpect that it is priuate, it is a very vild life. Now in reſpect it is in the fields, it pleaſeth mee well: but in reſpect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a ſpare life (looke you) it fits my humor well: but as there is no more plentie in it, it goes much againſt my ſtomacke. Has't any Philoſophie in thee ſhepheard? No more, but that I know the more one ſickens, the worſe at eaſe he is: and that hee that wants money, meanes, and content, is without three good frends. That the propertie of raine is to wet, and fire to burne: That pood paſture makes fat ſheepe: and that a great cauſe of the night, is lacke of the Sunne: That hee that hath learned no wit by Nature, nor Art, may complaine of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.