Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
'Tis well: good fortunes bless you. Turned Citizen sir, a Counter you see still before me, to put me in mind of my end, and what I must go to, if I trust too many with my ware, it's news to see your worship in Seville. 'Tis true: but Bilbo, no news yet of my Daughter? None. Not any. What will your worship give me, if I melt away all that sow of lead that lies heavy at your heart, by telling you where she is. Prithee step forth, speak softly, thou warmest my blood, I'll give thee the best suit prentice e'er wore. And I can tell you Prentices are as gallant now, as some that walk with my cousin Bilbo at their sides, you can scarce know'em from Prentices of Seville. Fly to the mark I prithee? Now I draw home, do you see this shop, this shop is my Masters. So, so, what of all this? That master lies with my young mistress, and that mistress is your Daughter. Hal Mum: she's gone forth, this morning to a Wedding, he's above, but (as great men have done) he's coming down. Is this he? This is he. Look to the shop. Pray sir a word? You shall. You do not know me? Trust me not well. Too well, thou hast undone me, Thou art a Civil These with looks demure As is thy habit, but a villain's heart. Sir— Hear me sir— to rob me of that fire That fed my life with heat (my only Child) Turn her into— What sir! She's my wife: Thy Strumpet, she's a disobedient Child, To cross my purposes; I promised her To a man whom I had chosen to be her Husband. She loved him not; was she contracted to him? Can he lay claim to her by Law? I'll swear, She told me I should rule her, that she was Affied to no other man, and that to please me She would only take Gazetto. I will forbear Sir To vex you; what she spoke so, was for fear, But I ha' done, no Beggar has your child I crave no Dowry with her, but your Love, For hers I know I have it. Must I not see her! You shall but now she's forth sir. She has cracked my very heartstrings quite in sunder. Her love and duty shall I hope knit all more strongly Sir I beseech your patience, when my bosom Is laid all open to you, you shall find An honest heart there, and you will be glad You ha' met the These that robbed you, and forgive him, I am engaged to business craves some speed, Please you be witness to it. Well I shall, Parents with milk feed Children, they them with gall. As kind an old man Lazarillo, as ever drunk mulled Sack.
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'Tis well: good fortunes blesse you. Turn'd Citizen sir, a Counter you see still before me, to put me in mind of my end, and what I must goe to, if I trust too many with my ware, it's newes to see your worship in Sill. 'Tis true: but Bilbo, no newes yet of my Daughter? None. Not any. What will your worship giue me, if I melt away all that sow of lead that lyes lieauy at your heart, by telling you where shee is. Prithee step forth, speake softly, thou warm'st my blood, Ile giue thee the best suite Prentize e're wore. And I can tell you Prentizes are as gallant now, as some that walke with my cozen Bilbo at their sides, you can scarce know'em from Prentizes of Siuill. Fly to the marke I prithee? Now I draw home, doe you see this shop, this shop is my Masters. So, so, what of all this? That master lies with my yong mistris, and that mistris is your Daughter. Hal Mum: she's gone forth, this morning to a Wedding, he's aboue, but (as great men haue done) he's comming downe. Is this he? This is he. Looke to the shop. Pray sir a word? You shall. You doe not know me? Trust me not well. Too well, thou hast vndone me, Thou art a Ciuill Theese with lookes demure As is thy habit, but a Villaines heart. Sir— Heare me sir—to rob me of that fire That fed my life with heate (my onely Child) Turne her into— What sir! She's my wife: Thy Strumpet, she's a disobedient Child, To crosse my purposes; I promis'd her To a man whom I had chosen to be her Husband. She lou'd him not; was she contracted to him? Can he lay claime to her by Law? Ile sweare, She told me I should rule her, that she was Affy'd to no other man, and that to please me She would onely take Gazetto▪ I will forbeare Sir To vexe you; what she spake so, was for feare, But I ha' done, no Begger has your child I craue no Dowrie with her, but your Loue, For hers I know I haue it. Must I not see her! You shall but now she's forth sir. She has crackt my very heart-strings quite in sunder. Her loue and duty shall I hope knit all more strongly Sir I beseech your patience, when my bosome Is layd all open to you, you shall find An honest heart there, and you will be glad You h'a met the Theese that rob'd you, and forgiue him, I am ingag'd to businesse craues some speed, Please you be witnesse to it. Well I shall, Parents with milke feed Children, they them with gall. As kind an old man Lazarillo, as euer drunk mull'd Sack.