Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.84 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Then thouart a scurvy father, and a filthy brother. ay, ay, Sir, your tongue cannot defame his reputation But yours can, for all the City reports what An abominable scold he has got to his wife. If ere I know thou keep'st him company, I'll take my blessing from thee whilst I live, And that which after me should bless thy estate. And I'll proclaim thy baseness to the world; Ballads I'll make, and make 'em Tavern music To sing thy churlish cruelty. Tut, tut, these are babbles. Each Festival day I'll come unto thy house, And I will piss upon thy threshold. You must be out of prison first Sir. If e'er I live to see thee Sheriff of London, I'll gild thy painted posts cum privilegio, And kick thy Sergeants. Nay, good Uncle. Why, I'll beg for thee, Boy; I'll break this leg, and bind it up again, To pull out pity from a stony breast, Rather than thou shalt want. ay, do; let him fear up his arm, and scarf it up With two yards of rope; counterfeit two villains; Beg under a hedge and share your bounty: but come Not near my house, not thou in's company, if thou'lt obey, There's punishment, for thee; for thee there's worse; The loss of all that's mine, with my dear curse. Churl, Dog, you churlish rascally miser. Nay, good Uncle, throw not foul language; This is but heat Sir, and I doubt not but To cool this rage with my obedience: But Uncle, you must not then heap on such fuel. coz, I grieve for thee, that thou hast undergone Thy father's curse, for love unto thy Uncle. Tut, that bond shall ne'er be canceled, Sir. I pity that i'faith. Let pity then from me turn to yourself: Bethink yourself Sir, of some course That might befit your estate, and let me guide it. Ha, a course? 'sfoot I hate: coz, canst lend me 40. shillings? Could I but repair this old decayed Tenement Of mine with some new plaster; for alas, what Can a man do in such a case as this? ay, but your course, Uncle. Tush, leave that to me, because thou shalt wonder At it: If you should see me in a scarlet gown Within the compass of a gold chain, than I Hope you'll say, that I do keep myself in Good compass: then Sir, if the Cap of Maintenance Do march before me, and not a Cap be suffered To be worn in my presence, pray do not upbraid Me with my former poverty: I cannot tell, state And wealth may make a man forget himself; But I beseech you do not; there are things in my Head that you dream not of; dare you try me, coz? Why, forty shillings, Uncle, shall not keep back Your fortunes.
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Then th'art a scurvy father, and a filthy brother. I, I, Sir, your tongue cannot defame his reputation But yours can, for all the City reports what An abominable scould he has got to his wife. If ere I know thou keep'st him company, Ile take my blessing from thee whil'st I live, And that which after me should blesse thy estate. And Ile proclayme thy basenesse to the world; Ballads I'l make, and make 'm Taverne musick To sing thy churlish cruelty. Tut, tut, these are bables. Each Festivall day I'l come unto thy house, And I will pie upon thy threshold. You must be out of prison first Sir. If e'r I live to see thee Shreiffe of London, I'l gild thy painted postes cum privilegio, And kick thy Serjeants. Nay, good Vncle. Why, I'l beg for thee, Boy; I'l breake this leg, and bind it up againe, To pull out pitty from a stony brest, Rather than thou shalt want. I, doe; let him feare up his arme, and scarfe it up With two yards of rope; counterfeit two villaines; Beg under a hedge and share your bounty: but come Not neare my house, not thou in's company, if thoul't obey, There's punishment, for thee; for thee there's worse; The losse of all that's mine, with my deare curse. Churle, Dog, you churlish rascally miser. Nay, good Vncle, throw not foule language; This is but heate Sir, and I doubt not but To coole this rage with my obedience: But Vncle, you must not then heape on such fuell. Cuz, I grieve for thee, that thou hast undergone Thy fathers curse, for love unto thy Vncle. Tut, that bond shall ne'r be cancel'd, Sir. I pitty that y'faith. Let pitty then from me turne to your selfe: Bethinke your selfe Sir, of some course That might befit your estate, and let me guide it. Ha, a course? sfoot I hate: Cuz, canst lend me 40. shillings? Could I but repaire this old decay'd Tenement Of mine with some new playster; for alas, what Can a man doe in such a case as this? I, but your course, Vncle. Tush, leave that to me, because thou shalt wonder At it: If you should see me in a scarlet gowne Within the compasse of a gold chaine, then I Hope you'l say, that I doe keepe my selfe in Good compasse: then Sir, if the Cap of Maintenance Doe march before me, and not a Cap be suffer'd To be worne in my presence, pray doe not upbraide Me with my former poverty: I cannot tell, state And wealth may make a man forget himselfe; But I beseech you doe not; there are things in my Head that you dreame not of; dare you try me, Cuz? Why, forty shillings, Vncle, shall not keepe backe Your fortunes.