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 0.70 · 438 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Is not this a rare fellow my Lord? He's as good at any thing, and yet a fool. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit. Then is there mirth in heaven, When earthly things made even atone together. Good Duke receive thy daughter, Hymen from Heaven brought her, Yea brought her hither. That thou mightst join his hand with his, Whose heart within his bosom is. To you I give myself, for I am yours. To you I give myself, for I am yours. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. If sight & shape be true, why then my love adieu I'll have no Father, if you be not he: I'll have no Husband, if you be not he: Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. Peace hoa: I bar confusion, 'Tis I must make conclusion Of these most strange events: Here's eight that must take hands, To join in Hymen's bands, If truth holds true contents. You and you, no cross shall part; You and you, are hart in hart: You, to his love must accord, Or have a Woman to your Lord. You and you, are sure together, As the Winter to fowl Weather: Whiles a Wedlock Hymn we sing, Feed yourselves with questioning: That reason, wonder may diminish How thus we met, and these things finish. Wedding is great Juno's crown, O blessed bond of board and bed: 'Tis Hymen peoples every town, High wedlock then be honoured: Honour, high honour and renowns To Hymen, God of every Town. O my dear Niece, welcome thou art to me, Even daughter welcome, in no less degree. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine, Thy faith, my fancy to thee doth combine. Let me have audience for a word or two: I am the second son of old Sir Rowland, That bring these tidings to this fair assembly. Duke Frederick hearing how that every day Men of great worth resorted to this forest, Addressed a mighty power, which were on foot In his own conduct, purposely to take His brother here, and put him to the sword: And to the skirts of this wild Wood he came; Where, meeting with an old Religious man, After some question with him, was converted Both from his enterprise, and from the world: His crown bequeathing to his banished Brother, And all their Lands restored to him again That were with him exiled. This to be true, I do engage my life.
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Is not this a rare fellow my Lord? He's as good at any thing, and yet a foole. He vſes his folly like a ſtalking-horſe, and vnder the preſentation of that he ſhoots his wit. Then is there mirth in heauen, When earthly things made eauen attone together. Good Duke receiue thy daughter, Hymen from Heauen brought her, Yea brought her hether. That thou mightſt ioyne his hand with his, Whoſe heart within his boſome is. To you I giue my ſelfe, for I am yours. To you I giue my ſelfe, for I am yours. If there be truth in ſight, you are my daughter. If there be truth in ſight, you are my Roſalind. If ſight & ſhape be true, why then my loue adieu Ile haue no Father, if you be not he: Ile haue no Husband, if you be not he: Nor ne're wed woman, if you be not ſhee. Peace hoa: I barre confuſion, 'Tis I muſt make concluſion Of theſe moſt ſtrange euents: Here's eight that muſt take hands, To ioyne in Hymens bands, If truth holds true contents. You and you, no croſſe ſhall part; You and you, are hart in hart: You, to his loue muſt accord, Or haue a Woman to your Lord. You and you, are ſure together, As the Winter to fowle Weather: Whiles a Wedlocke Hymne we ſing, Feede your ſelues with queſtioning: That reaſon, wonder may diminiſh How thus we met, and theſe things finiſh. Wedding is great Iunos crowne, O bleſſed bond of board and bed: 'Tis Hymen peoples euerie towne, High wedlock then be honored: Honor, high honor and renowns To Hymen, God of euerie Towne. O my deere Neece, welcome thou art to me, Euen daughter welcome, in no leſſe degree. I wil not eate my word, now thou art mine, Thy faith, my fancie to thee doth combine. Let me haue audience for a word or two: I am the ſecond ſonne of old Sir Rowland, That bring theſe tidings to this faire aſſembly. Duke Frederick hearing how that euerie day Men of great worth reſorted to this forreſt, Addreſt a mightie power, which were on foote In his owne conduct, purpoſely to take His brother heere, and put him to the ſword: And to the skirts of this wilde Wood he came; Where, meeting with an old Religious man, After ſome queſtion with him, was conuerted Both from his enterprize, and from the world: His crowne bequeathing to his baniſh'd Brother, And all their Lands reſtor'd to him againe That were with him exil'd. This to be true, I do engage my life.