Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig typicality 0.81 · 529 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Wisdom? to leave his wife, to leave his Babes, His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not, He wants the natural touch. For the poor Wren (The most diminutive of Birds) will fight, Her young ones in her Nest, against the Owl: All is the Fear, and nothing is the Love; As little is the Wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason. My dearest Cousin, I pray you school yourself. But for your Husband, He is Noble, Wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o' th' Season. I dare not speak much further, But cruel are the times, when we are Traitors And do not know ourselves: when we hold Rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent Sea Each way, and move. I take my leave of you: Shall not be long but I'll be here again: Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward, To what they were before. My pretty Cousin, Blessing upon you. Fathered he is, And yet he's Fatherless. I am so much a Fool, should I stay longer It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort. I take my leave at once. Sirrah, your Father's dead, And what will you do now? How will you live? As Birds do Mother. What with Worms, and Flies? With what I get I mean, and so do they. Poor Bird, thou'dst never Fear the Net, nor Lime, The Pitfall, nor the Gin. Why should I Mother? Poor Birds they are not set for: My Father is not dead for all your saying. Yes, he is dead: How wilt thou do for a Father? Nay how will you do for a Husband? Why I can buy me twenty at any Market. Then you'll by 'em to sell again. Thou speakest withal thy wit, And yet I' faith with wit enough for thee. Was my Father a Traitor, Mother? I, that he was What is a Traitor? Why one that swears, and lies. And be all Traitors, that do so. Every one that does so, is a Traitor, And must be hanged. And must they all be hanged, that swear and lie? Every one. Who must hang them? Why, the honest men. Then the Liars and Swearers are Fools: for there are Liars and Swearers enough, to beat the honest men, and hang up them. Now God help thee, poor Monkey: But how wilt thou do for a Father? If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you would not, it were a good sign, that I should quickly have a new Father. Poor prattler, how thou talk'st? Bless you fair Dame: I am not to you known, Though in your state of Honour I am perfect; I doubt some danger does approach you nearly. If you will take a homely man's advice, Be not found here: Hence with your little ones To fright you thus. Me thinks I am too savage: To do worse to you, were fell Cruelty, Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you, I dare abide no longer.
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Wiſedom? to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes, His Manſion, and his Titles, in a place From whence himſelfe do's flye? He loues vs not, He wants the naturall touch. For the poore Wren (The moſt diminitiue of Birds) will fight, Her yong ones in her Neſt, againſt the Owle: All is the Feare, and nothing is the Loue; As little is the Wiſedome, where the flight So runnes againſt all reaſon. My deereſt Cooz, I pray you ſchoole your ſelfe. But for your Husband, He is Noble, Wiſe, Iudicious, and beſt knowes The fits o' th' Seaſon. I dare not ſpeake much further, But cruell are the times, when we are Traitors And do not know our ſelues: when we hold Rumor From what we feare, yet know not what we feare, But floate vpon a wilde and violent Sea Each way, and moue. I take my leaue of you: Shall not be long but Ile be heere againe: Things at the worſt will ceaſe or elſe climbe vpward, To what they were before. My pretty Coſine, Bleſſing vpon you. Father'd he is, And yet hee's Father-leſſe. I am ſo much a Foole, ſhould I ſtay longer It would be my diſgrace, and your diſcomfort. I take my leaue at once. Sirra, your Fathers dead, And what will you do now? How will you liue? As Birds do Mother. What with Wormes, and Flyes? With what I get I meane, and ſo do they. Poore Bird, Thou'dſt neuer Feare the Net, nor Lime, The Pitfall, nor the Gin. Why ſhould I Mother? Poore Birds they are not ſet for: My Father is not dead for all your ſaying. Yes, he is dead: How wilt thou do for a Father? Nay how will you do for a Husband? Why I can buy me twenty at any Market. Then you'l by 'em to ſell againe. Thou ſpeak'ſt withall thy wit, And yet I' faith with wit enough for thee. Was my Father a Traitor, Mother? I, that he was What is a Traitor? Why one that ſweares, and lyes. And be all Traitors, that do ſo. Euery one that do's ſo, is a Traitor, And muſt be hang'd. And muſt they all be hang'd, that ſwear and lye? Euery one. Who muſt hang them? Why, the honeſt men. Then the Liars and Swearers are Fools: for there are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honeſt men, and hang vp them. Now God helpe thee, poore Monkie: But how wilt thou do for a Father? If he were dead, youl'd weepe for him: if you would not, it were a good ſigne, that I ſhould quickely haue a new Father. Poore pratler, how thou talk'ſt? Bleſſe you faire Dame: I am not to you known, Though in your ſtate of Honor I am perfect; I doubt ſome danger do's approach you neerely. If you will take a homely mans aduice, Be not found heere: Hence with your little ones To fright you thus. Me thinkes I am too ſauage: To do worſe to you, were fell Cruelty, Which is too nie your perſon. Heauen preſerue you, I dare abide no longer.