Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin typicality 0.83 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
All this may be Sir, yet examples daily show To our eyes, that Prodigals return at last And the loudest roarer, (as our City phrase is) Will speak calm and smooth; you must help with hope Sir, Had I such a brother, I should think that heaven had Made him as an instrument for my best charity To work upon; This is a Maxim sure, Some Are made poor, that rich men by giving may Increase their store. Nor think Sir, that I do Tax your labours and mean myself for to stand Idly by, for I have vowed if heaven but bless This voyage now abroad, to leave some Memorable relic after me, that shall Preserve my name alive till Doomsday. I Sir, that work is good, and therein could I join with your good intents, but to relieve A waste-good, a spendthrift.— O no more, no more good Sir. Sirrah, when saw you my son Robert? This morning Sir, he said he would go visit his Uncle I pay for their meetings I'm sure; that boy Makes prize of all his fingers light on To relieve his unthrifty Uncle. Does he rob, introth I commend him. 'tis partly your fault, sirrah you see't, and suffer it, Sir, mine's a servant's duty, his a sons, Nor know I better how to express my love Unto yourself, than by loving your son. By concealing of his pilferings. I dare not call them so; he is my second Master, And methinks 'tis far above my limits Either to check, or to complain of him. Du, then mak'st a good construction, And your son Robert a natural nephew's part. To relieve his poor Uncle. in neither well; Sir, for note but the tion of my estate; I'me lately marryed To a wealthy Widow from whom my substance chiefly does arise, she has observed this in her in law often complains and grudges at it, And what foul broils such civil discords bring, Few married men are ignorant of: Nay will you see a present proof of it. Shall I not live to breathe a quiet hour? I would I were a beggar with content Rather than thus be thwarted for mine own. Why what's the matter Woman? I'll rouse 'em up, though you regard not of my just complaints Neither in love to me, nor preserving me from others' Injuries, both which y'are tied to, by all the rightful Laws heavenly or humane, but I'll complain Sir, where I will be heard. Nay, thou'lt be heard too far. Nay Sir, I will be heard; some awkward star Threw out his unhappy fire at my conception And 'twill never quench while I have heat in me: Would I were cold, there would be bonfires made To warm defame, my death would be a Jubilee to some. Why Sir, how should I minister remedy and know not the cause. Mother a pearl, woman, show your husband the cause,
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All this may be Sir, yet examples dayly shew To our eyes, that Prodigalls returne at last And the lowdest roarer, (as our Citty phrase is) Will speake calme and smooth; you must helpe with hope Sir, Had I such a brother, I should thinke that heaven had Made him as an instrument for my best charity To worke upon; This is a Maxime sure, Some Are made poore, that rich men by giving may Encrease their store. Nor thinke Sir, that I doe Tax your labors and meane my selfe for to Idlely by, for I have vowd if heaven bu blesse This voyage now abroad, to leave some Memorable relique after me, that shall Preserve my name alive till Doomesday. I Sir, that worke is good, and therein could I Ioyne with your good intents, but to releeve A wast-good, a spendthrift.— O no more, no more good Sir. Sirra, when saw you my son Robert▪ This morning Sir, he said he would goe visit his Vncle I pay for their meetings I'me se; that boy Makes prize of all his fingers light on To releeve his unthrifty Vncle. Does he rob, introth I commend him. Tis partly your fault, Sitra you see'r, and suffer it, Sir, mine's a servants duty, his a sonnes, Nor know I better how to expresse my love Vnto your selfe, than by loving your son. By concealing of his pilferings. I dare not call them so; he is my second Master, And methink tis far above my limits Either to checke, or to complaine of him. Du, then mak'st a good construction, And your son Robert a naturall Nephewes part. To releeve his poore Vncle. in neither well; Sir, for note but the tion of my estate; I'me lately marryed To a wealthy Widow from whom my substance Chly does arise, she has observed this in her often complaines and grudges at it, And what broyles such civili discords bring, married men are ignorant of: Nay will you see a present proofe of it. Shall I not live to breath a quiet houre? I would I were a beggar with content Rather than thus be thwarted for mine owne. Why what's the matter Woman? I'le towse 'm up, tho you regard not of my just complaints Neither in love to me, nor preserving me from others Injuries, both which y'are tyed to, by all the rightfull Lawes heavenly or humane, but Ile complaine Sir, where I will be heard. Nay, thou'It be heard too farre. Nay Sir, I will be heard; some awkeward starre Threw out his unhappy eat my conception And twill never quench while I have heate in me: Would I were cold, there would be bonefires made warme defae, my death would be a Iubilce to some. Why Sir, how should I minister remedy and know not the . Mother a pearle, woman, shew your husband the cause,