Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
No good Sir: He has his health, and ampler strength indeed Then most have of his age. By my white beard, You offer him (if this be so) a wrong Something unfilliall: Reason my son Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason The Father (all whose joy is nothing else But fair posterity) should hold some counsel In such a business. I yield all this; But for some other reasons (my grave Sir) Which 'tis not sit you know, I not acquaint My Father of this business. Let him know't. He shall not. Prithee let him. No, he must not. Let him (my son) he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice. Come, come, he must not: Mark our Contract. Mark your divorce (young sir) Whom son I dare not call: Thou art too base To be acknowledge. Thou a Sceptres heir, That thus affects a sheephook? Thou, old Traitor, I am sorry, that by hanging thee, I can but shorten thy life one week. And thou, fresh piece Of excellent Witchcraft, whom of force must know The royal Fool thou coap'st with. Oh my heart. I'll have thy beauty scratched with briers & made More homely than thy state. For thee (fond boy) If I may ever know thou dost but sigh, That thou no more shalt never see this knack (as never I mean thou shalt) we'll bar thee from succession, Not hold thee of our blood, no not our Kin, far then Deucalion off: (mark thou my words) Fellow us to the Court. Thou Churl, for this time (Though full of our displeasure) yet we free thee From the dead blow of it. And you Enchantment, Worthy enough a Herdsman: yea him too, That makes himself (but for our Honour therein) Unworthy thee. If ever henceforth, thou These rural Latches, to his entrance open, Or hope his body more, with thy embraces, I will device a death, as cruel for thee As thou art tender to't. Even here undone: I was not much afeared: for once, or twice I was about to speak, and tell him plainly, The selfsame Sun, that shines upon his Court, Hides not his visage from our Cottage, but Looks on alike. Wilt please you (Sir) be gone? I told you what would come of this: Beseech you Of your own state take care: This dream of mine Being now awake, I'll Queen it no inch farther, But milk my Ewes, and weep. Why how now Father, Speak ere thou diest. I cannot speak, nor think, Nor dare to know, that which I know: O Sir, You have undone a man of fourscore three, That thought to fill his grave in quiet: yea, To dye upon the bed my father died, To lie close by his honest bones; but now Some Hangman must put on my shroud, and lay me Where no Priest shovels-in dust. Oh cursed wretch, That knewest this was the Prince, and wouldst adventure To mingle faith with him. Undone, undone: If I might dye within this hour, I have lived To die when I desire.
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No good Sir: He has his health, and ampler ſtrength indeede Then moſt haue of his age. By my white beard, You offer him (if this be ſo) a wrong Something vnfilliall: Reaſon my ſonne Should chooſe himſelfe a wife, but as good reaſon The Father (all whoſe ioy is nothing elſe But faire poſterity) ſhould hold ſome counſaile In ſuch a buſineſſe. I yeeld all this; But for ſome other reaſons (my graue Sir) Which 'tis not ſit you know, I not acquaint My Father of this buſineſſe. Let him know't. He ſhall not. Prethee let him. No, he muſt not. Let him (my ſonne) he ſhall not need to greeue At knowing of thy choice. Come, come, he muſt not: Marke our Contract. Marke your diuorce (yong ſir) Whom ſonne I dare not call: Thou art too baſe To be acknowledge. Thou a Scepters heire, That thus affects a ſheepe-hooke? Thou, old Traitor, I am ſorry, that by hanging thee, I can but ſhorten thy life one weeke. And thou, freſh peece Of excellent Witchcraft, whom of force muſt know The royall Foole thou coap'ſt with. Oh my heart. Ile haue thy beauty ſcratcht with briers & made More homely then thy ſtate. For thee (fond boy) If I may euer know thou doſt but ſigh, That thou no more ſhalt neuer ſee this knacke (as neuer I meane thou ſhalt) wee'l barre thee from ſucceſſion, Not hold thee of our blood, no not our Kin, Farre then Deucalion off: (marke thou my words) Follow vs to the Court. Thou Churle, for this time (Though full of our diſpleaſure) yet we free thee From the dead blow of it. And you Enchantment, Worthy enough a Heardſman: yea him too, That makes himſelfe (but for our Honor therein) Vnworthy thee. If euer henceforth, thou Theſe rurall Latches, to his entrance open, Or hope his body more, with thy embraces, I will deuiſe a death, as cruell for thee As thou art tender to't. Euen heere vndone: I was not much a-fear'd: for once, or twice I was about to ſpeake, and tell him plainely, The ſelfe-ſame Sun, that ſhines vpon his Court, Hides not his viſage from our Cottage, but Lookes on alike. Wilt pleaſe you (Sir) be gone? I told you what would come of this: Beſeech you Of your owne ſtate take care: This dreame of mine Being now awake, Ile Queene it no inch farther, But milke my Ewes, and weepe. Why how now Father, Speake ere thou dyeſt. I cannot ſpeake, nor thinke, Nor dare to know, that which I know: O Sir, You haue vndone a man of foureſcore three, That thought to fill his graue in quiet: yea, To dye vpon the bed my father dy'de, To lye cloſe by his honeſt bones; but now Some Hangman muſt put on my ſhrowd, and lay me Where no Prieſt ſhouels-in duſt. Oh curſed wretch, That knew'ſt this was the Prince, and wouldſt aduenture To mingle faith with him. Vndone, vndone: If I might dye within this houre, I haue liu'd To die when I deſire.