Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
But had he died in the Business Madame, how then? Then his good report should have been my Son, I therein would have found issue. Hear me profess sincerely, had I a dozen sons each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine, and my good Martius, I had rather had eleven die Nobly for their Country, than one voluptuously surfeit out of Action. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you. Beseech you give me leave to retire myself. Indeed you shall not: Me thinks, I hear hither your Husband's Drum: See him pluck Auffidius down by th' hair: (As children from a Bear) the Volces shunning him: methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus, Come on you Cowards, you were got in fear Though you were borne in Rome; his bloody brow With his mail'd hand, then wiping, forth he goes Like to a Harvest man, that tasked to mow Or all, or lose his hire. His bloody Brow? Oh Iupiter, no blood. Away you Fool; it more becomes a man Then gilded his Trophy. The breasts of Hecuba When she did suckle Hector, looked not lovelier Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood At Grecian sword. Contenning, tell Valeria We are fit to bid her welcome. heavens bless my Lord from fell Auffidius. he'll beat Auffidius head below his knee, And tread upon his neck. My Ladies both good day to you. Sweet Madam. I am glad to see your Ladyship. How do you both? You are manifest housekeepers. What are you sowing here? A fine spot in good faith. How does your little Son? I thank your Ladyship: Well good Madam. He had rather see the swords, and hear a Drum, then look upon his Schoolmaster. A my word the Father's Son: I'll swear 'tis a very pretty boy. A my troth, I looked upon him a Wednesday half an hour together: has such a confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded Butterfly, & when he caught it, he let it go again, and after it again, and over and over he comes, and up again: catcht it again: or whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and tear it. Oh, I warrant how he mammockt it. One on's Fathers moods. Indeed lafoy, 'tis a Noble child. A Crack Madam. Come, lay aside your stitchery, I must have you play the idle Huswife with me this afternoon. No (good Madam) I will not out of doors. Not out of doors? She shall, she shall. Indeed no, by your patience; I'll not over the threshold, till my Lord return from the Wars. Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: Come, you must go visit the good Lady that lies in. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with my prayers: but I cannot go thither. Why I pray you. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.
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But had he died in the Buſineſſe Madame, how then? Then his good report ſhould haue beene my Sonne, I therein would haue found iſſue. Heare me profeſſe ſincerely, had I a dozen ſons each in my loue alike, and none leſſe deere then thine, and my good Martius, I had rather had eleuen dye Nobly for their Countrey, then one voluptuouſly ſurfet out of Action. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to viſit you. Beſeech you giue me leaue to retire my ſelfe. Indeed you ſhall not: Me thinkes, I heare hither your Husbands Drumme: See him plucke Auffidius downe by th' haire: (As children from a Beare) the Volces ſhunning him: Me thinkes I ſee him ſtampe thus, and call thus, Come on you Cowards, you were got in feare Though you were borne in Rome; his bloody brow With his mail'd hand, then wiping, forth he goes Like to a Harueſt man, that task'd to mowe Or all, or looſe his hyre. His bloody Brow? Oh Iupiter, no blood. Away you Foole; it more becomes a man Then gilt his Trophe. The breſts of Hecuba When ſhe did ſuckle Hector, look'd not louelier Then Hectors forhead, when it ſpit forth blood At Grecian ſword. Contenning, tell Valeria We are fit to bid her welcome. Heauens bleſſe my Lord from fell Auffidius. Hee'l beat Auffidius head below his knee, And treade vpon his necke. My Ladies both good day to you. Sweet Madam. I am glad to ſee your Ladyſhip. How do you both? You are manifeſt houſe-keepers. What are you ſowing heere? A fine ſpotte in good faith. How does your little Sonne? I thanke your Lady-ſhip: Well good Madam. He had rather ſee the ſwords, and heare a Drum, then looke vpon his Schoolmaſter. A my word the Fathers Sonne: Ile ſweare 'tis a very pretty boy. A my troth, I look'd vpon him a Wenſday halfe an houre together: ha's ſuch a confirm'd countenance. I ſaw him run after a gilded Butterfly, & when he caught it, he let it go againe, and after it againe, and ouer and ouer he comes, and vp againe: catcht it again: or whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, hee did ſo ſet his teeth, and teare it. Oh, I warrant how he mammockt it. One on's Fathers moods. Indeed la, tis a Noble childe. A Cracke Madam. Come, lay aſide your ſtitchery, I muſt haue you play the idle Huſwife with me this afternoone. No (good Madam) I will not out of doores. Not out of doores? She ſhall, ſhe ſhall. Indeed no, by your patience; Ile not ouer the threſhold, till my Lord returne from the Warres. Fye, you confine your ſelfe moſt vnreaſonably: Come, you muſt go viſit the good Lady that lies in. I will wiſh her ſpeedy ſtrength, and viſite her with my prayers: but I cannot go thither. Why I pray you. 'Tis not to ſaue labour, nor that I want loue.