Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
So he said, to you? But Sr, you do not know him. Why, I presumed Because this business of my wives, required me, I could not ha' done better: And he told Me, that he would go presently to your Council, A Knight, here, i' the Lane— Yes, justice Either-side. And get the Feoffment drawn, with a letter of Attorney, For livery and seizin! That I knows the course. But Sir, you mean not to make him Feoffee? Nay, that I'll pause on! How now little Pitfall. Your Cousin Master Euerill, would come in— But he would know if Master Manly were here. Not, tell him, if he were, I ha' made his peace! he's one, Sir, has no State, and a man knows not, How such a trust may tempt him. I conceive you. Sr. this same deed is done here. Pretty Plutarch? Art thou come with it? and has Sir Paul viewed it? His hand is to the draught. Will you step in, Sr. And read it? Yes. I pray you a word wi' you. Sir Paul Either-side willed me give you caution, Whom you did make Feoffee: for 'tis the trust O' your whole State: and though my Cousin here Be a worthy Gentleman, yet his valour has At the tall board been questioned; and we hold Any man so impeached, of doubtful honesty! I will not justify this; but give it you To make your profit of it: if you utter it, I can forswear it! I believe you, and thank you, Sir. BE not afraid, sweet Lady: ye are trusted To love, not violence here; I am no ravisher, But one, whom you, by your fair trust again, May of a servant make a most true friend. And such a one I need, but not this way: Sir, I confess me to you, the mere manner Of your attempting me, this morning took me, And I did hold m'inuention, and my manners, Were both engaged, to give it a requital; But not unto your ends: my hope was than, (Though interrrupted, ere it could be uttered) That whom I found the Master of such language, That brain and spirit, for such an enterprise, Can not, but if those succours were demanded To a right use, employ them virtuously! And make that profit of his noble parts, Which they would yield. Sr, you have now the ground, To exercise them in: I am a woman; That cannot speak more wretchedness of myself, Than you can read; matched to a mass of folly; That every day makes haste to his own ruin; The wealth portion, that I brought him, spent; And (through my friends neglect) no jointure made me. My fortunes standing in this precipice, 'Tis Counsel that I want, and honest aides: And in this name, I need you, for a friend! Never in any other; for his ill, Must not make me, Sr, worse.
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So he ſaid, to you? But Sr, you do not know him. VVhy, I preſum'd Becauſe this bus'neſſe of my wiues, requir'd mee, I could not ha' done better: And hee told Me, that he would goe preſently to your Councell, A Knight, here, i' the Lane— Yes, Iuſtice Either-ſide. And get the Feoffment drawne, with a letter of Atturney, For liuerie and ſeiſen! That I knowe's the courſe. But Sir, you meane not to make him Feoffee? Nay, that I'll pauſe on! How now little Pit-fall. Your Couſin Maſter Euer-ill, would come in— But he would know if Maſter Manly were heere. No, tell him, if he were, I ha' made his peace! Hee's one, Sir, has no State, and a man knowes not, How ſuch a truſt may tempt him. I conceiue you. Sr. this ſame deed is done here. Pretty Plutarchus? Art thou come with it? and has Sir Paul view'd it? His hand is to the draught. VVill you ſtep in, Sr. And read it? Yes. I pray you a word wi' you. Sir Paul Eitherſide will'd mee gi' you caution, VVhom you did make Feoffee: for 'tis the truſt O' your whole State: and though my Couſin heere Be a worthy Gentleman, yet his valour has At the tall board bin queſtion'd; and we hold Any man ſo impeach'd, of doubtfull honeſty! I will not iuſtifie this; but giue it you To make your profit of it: if you vtter it, I can forſweare it! I beleeue you, and thanke you, Sir. BE not afraid, ſweet Lady: yo' are truſted To loue, not violence here; I am no rauiſher, But one, whom you, by your faire truſt againe, May of a ſeruant make a moſt true friend. And ſuch a one I need, but not this way: Sir, I confeſſe me to you, the meere manner Of your attempting mee, this morning tooke mee, And I did hold m'inuention, and my manners, Were both engag'd, to giue it a requitall; But not vnto your ends: my hope was then, (Though interrrupted, ere it could be vtter'd) That whom I found the Maſter of ſuch language, That braine and ſpirit, for ſuch an enterpriſe, Could not, but if thoſe ſuccours were demanded To a right vſe, employ them vertuouſly! And make that profit of his noble parts, Which they would yeeld. Sr, you haue now the ground, To exerciſe them in: I am a woman; That cannot ſpeake more wretchedneſſe of my ſelfe, Then you can read; match'd to a maſſe of folly; That euery day makes haſte to his owne ruine; The wealthy portion, that I brought him, ſpent; And (through my friends neglect) no ioynture made me. My fortunes ſtanding in this precipice, 'Tis Counſell that I want, and honeſt aides: And in this name, I need you, for a friend! Neuer in any other; for his ill, Muſt not make me, Sr, worſe.