Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
O friend! forsake not The brave occasion, virtue offers you, To keep you innocent: I have feared for both; And watched you, to prevent the ill I feared. But, since the weaker side hath so assured me, Let not the stronger fall by his own vice, Or be the less a friend, cause virtue needs him. Virtue shall never ask my succours twice; Most friend, most man; your Counsels are commands: Lady, I can love goodness in you, more Than I did Beauty; and do here entitle Your virtue, to the power, upon a life You shall engage in any fruitful service, Even to forfeit. Madame: Do you hear, Sir, We have another leg-strained, for this Dotterel. He ' has a quarrel to carry, and has caused A deed of Feoffment, of his whole estate To be drawn yonder; he hast within: And you, Only, he means to make Feoffee. he's fall'n So desperately enamoured on you, and talks Most like a madman: you did never hear A Frantic, so in love with his own favour! Now, you do know, 'tis of no validity In your name, as you stand; Therefore advise him To put in me. (h's come here:) You shall share Sir. Madame, I have a suit to you; and aforehand, I do bespeak you; you must not deny me, I will be granted. Sir, I must know it, though. No Lady; you must not know it: yet, you must too. For the trust of it, and the fame indeed, Which else were lost me. I would use your name, But in a Feoffment: make my whole estate Over unto you: a trifle, a thing of nothing, Some eighteen hundred. Alas! I understand not Those things Sir. I am a woman, and most loathe, To embark myself— You will not slight me, Madam? Nor you'll not quarrel me? Not, sweet Madam, I have Already a dependence; for which cause I do this: let me put you in, dear Madam, I may be fairly killed. You have your friends, Sir, About you here, for choice. She tells you right, Sir. Death, if she do, what do I care for that? Say, I would have her tell me wrong. Why, Sir, If for the trust, you'll let me have the honour To name you one. Nay, you do me the honour, Madam: Who is't? This Gentleman: O, no, sweet Madam, I● ' is friend to him, with whom I ha' the dependence. Who might he be? One Wittipol: do you know him? Alas Sir, he, a toy: This Gentleman A friend to him? no more than I am Sir! But will your Ladyship undertake that, Madam? Yes, and what else, for him, you will engage me. What is his name? His name is Eustace Manly. Whence does he writ himself? of Middlesex, Esquire. Say nothing, Madam. Clerk, come hither Writ Eustace Manly, Squire o' Middlesex. What ha' you done, Sir?
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O friend! forſake not The braue occaſion, vertue offers you, To keepe you innocent: I haue fear'd for both; And watch'd you, to preuent the ill I fear'd. But, ſince the weaker ſide hath ſo aſſur'd mee, Let not the ſtronger fall by his owne vice, Or be the leſſe a friend, cauſe vertue needs him. Vertue ſhall neuer aske my ſuccours twice; Moſt friend, moſt man; your Counſells are commands: Lady, I can loue goodnes in you, more Then I did Beauty; and doe here intitle Your vertue, to the power, vpon a life You ſhall engage in any fruitfull ſeruice, Euen to forfeit. Madame: Do you heare, Sir, We haue another leg-ſtrain'd, for this Dottrel. He' ha's a quarrell to carry, and ha's cauſ'd A deed of Feoffment, of his whole eſtate To be drawne yonder; h' ha'ſt within: And you, Onely, he meanes to make Feoffee. H'is falne So deſperatly enamour'd on you, and talkes Moſt like a mad-man: you did neuer heare A Phrentick, ſo in loue with his owne fauour! Now, you doe know, 'tis of no validity In your name, as you ſtand; Therefore aduiſe him To put in me. (h'is come here:) You ſhall ſhare Sir. Madame, I haue a ſuit to you; and afore-hand, I doe beſpeake you; you muſt not deny me, I will be graunted. Sir, I muſt know it, though. No Lady; you muſt not know it: yet, you muſt too. For the truſt of it, and the fame indeed, Which elſe were loſt me. I would vſe your name, But in a Feoffment: make my whole eſtate Ouer vnto you: a trifle, a thing of nothing, Some eighteene hundred. Alas! I vnderſtand not Thoſe things Sir. I am a woman, and moſt loath, To embarque my ſelfe— You will not ſlight me, Madame? Nor you'll not quarrell me? No, ſweet Madame, I haue Already a dependance; for which cauſe I doe this: let me put you in, deare Madame, I may be fairely kill'd. You haue your friends, Sir, About you here, for choice. She tells you right, Sir. Death, if ſhe doe, what do I care for that? Say, I would haue her tell me wrong. Why, Sir, If for the truſt, you'll let me haue the honor To name you one. Nay, you do me the honor, Madame: Who is't? This Gentleman: O, no, ſweet Madame, I 'is friend to him, with whom I ha' the dependance. Who might he bee? One Wittipol: do you know him? Alas Sir, he, a toy: This Gentleman A friend to him? no more then I am Sir! But will your Ladyſhip vndertake that, Madame? Yes, and what elſe, for him, you will engage me. What is his name? His name is Euſtace Manly. VVhence do's he write himſelfe? of Middle-ſex, Eſquire. Say nothing, Madame. Clerke, come hether VVrite Euſtace Manly, Squire o' Middle-ſex. What ha' you done, Sir?