Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin typicality 0.89 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Had he been a husband Sir, I had had no cause to Complain, I threw down at his feet The subjection of his whole estate: He did not marry me for love's sake nor for pity, But love to that I had, he now neglects the love He had before; A prodigal is suffered to lay waste Those worldly blessings, which I long enclosed, Intending for good uses. That's my son. ay, thou knowest it well enough, he's the Conduit pipe that throws it forth into the common shore. And the other's my brother. You may well shame, as I do grieve the kindred, But I'd make the one a stranger, the other a servant, No son, nor brother; For they deserve neither Of those offices. Why did I ever cherish him, have not I threatened Him with disinheritance for this disorder? Why do you not perform it? The other's in Ludgate. No; he's in my house, approving to my face The charitable office of his kind Nephew, Who with his pilfering purloined from me, Has set him at liberty; if this may be suffered I'll have no eyes to see. Prithee content thyself; I'll see a present Remedy; sirrah, go call 'em in; this worthy Gentleman shall know the cause, and censure For us both with equity. Nay good Sir, let not me be so employed, For I shall favour one for pity, the other for your love's sake, Now Sir, are all my words with you So light esteemed that they can Take no hold upon your duty? Misconstrue not, I beseech you. Nay, he'll approve his good deeds I warrant you. And you Sir. Well Sir. I had thought you had been in Ludgate Sir. Why, you see where I am Sir. Why, where are you Sir? bt Sir, in debt. Indeed that's a place you can hardly be removed From, but this is not a place fit for one in Debt, how came you out of prison Sirrah? As I went into prison Sirrah, by the keepers. This was your work to let this bandog lose. Sir it was my duty to let my Uncle lose. Your duty did belong to me, and I did not command You cannot make a separation Sir, betwixt The duty that belongs to me, and love unto Uncle, as well you may bid me love my Maker, and neglect the Creature, which he Hath bid me love; if man to man join not A love on earth, they love not heaven, nor Him that dwells above it, such is my duty A strong correlative unto My Uncle why, he's half yourself. Believe me Sir, he has answered you well. He has not worthy Sir, but to make void That false construction; here I disclaim The title of a brother; and by that disclaim Hast thou lost thy child's part; be thou engaged For any debts of his, in prison rot with him; My goods shall not purchase such Fruitless recompense.
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Had he bin a husband Sir, I had had no cause to Complaine, I threw downe at his feete The subjection of his whole estate: He did not marry me for loves sake nor for pitty, But love to that I had, he now neglects the love He had before; A prodigall is suffer'd to lay waste Those worldly blessings, which I long enclosde, Intending for good uses. That's my sonne. I, thou knowest it well enough, hee's the Condu pipe that throwes it forth into the common shore. And the other's my brother. You may well shame, as I doe grieve the kindred, But I'de make the one a stranger, the other a servant, No son, nor brother; For they deserve neither Of those offices. Why did I ever cherish him, have not I threat Him with disinheritance for this disorder? Why doe you not performe it? The other's in Ludgate. No; hee's in my house, approving to my face The charitable office of his kinde Nephew, Who with his pilfering purloind from me, Has set him at liberty; if this may be suffer'd Ile have no eyes to see. Prethee content thy selfe; Ile see a present Remedy; sirra, go call 'm in; this worthy Gentleman shall know the cause, and censure For us both with equity. Nay good Sir, let not me be so imployd, For I shall favour one for pitty, the other for your loves sake, Now Sir, are all my words with you So light esteem'd that they can Take no hold upon your duty? Misconster not, I beseech you. Nay, heele approve his good deeds I warrant you. And you Sir. Well Sir. I had thought you had bin in Ludgate Sir. Why, you see where I am Sir. Why, where are you Sir? bt Sir, in debt. Indeed that's a place you can hardly be remou'd From, but this is not a place fit for one in Debt, how came you out of prison Sirra? As I went into prison Sirra, by the keepers. This was your worke to let this bandog loose. Sir it was my duty to let my Vncle loose. Your duty did belong to me, and I did not command You cannot make a separation Sir, betwixt The duty that belongs to me, and love unto cle, aswell you may bid me love my Maker, and neglect the Creature, which he Hath bid me love; if man to man joyne not A love on earth, they love not heaven, nor that dwells above it, such is my duty A strong Corelative unto My Vncle why, he's halfe your selfe. Beleeve me Sir, he has answered you well. He has not worthy Sir, but to make voyde That false construction; here I disclayme The title of a brother; and by that disclayme Hast thou lost thy childes part; be thou engag'd For any debts of his, in prison rot with him; My goods shall not purchase such Fruitlesse recompence.