A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 43 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Even what your Grace shall please to make of me; I was the son to this distressed father, until he Took his paternity off, and threw me from his love, Than I became son to mine Uncle by adoption, Who likewise that hath ta'en away again, And thrown me back to poverty; never was Son so tossed betwixt two fathers, yet knows Not one, for still the richest does despise his heir, And I am back expulsed into despair. This may your vices cause. For that I come to your impartial censure for a doom. We hear, speak on, we know the parties, Each one relate his grief, and if it lie in us, We'll yield relief; 'tis first requisite that we Know of you Sir, the cause of this your son's disinheritance Before I understood his virtuous mind, Or weighed his disposition to be kind, I did that froward work; This now great man, Was an unthrifty wretch, a prodigal then. And I disdained to know his brotherhood, Denied relief to him; this child kind and good Against my contradiction, did him relieve, as his Distressed Uncle, at this I chide; for bade, Still he holds on his course, He grows more kind, and he in wasting worse; My rage continued as it had begun, And in that rage I threw away my son. The like plead I, my Lord: for when my state Had raised itself by an uncertain fate, I took this outcast child, made him my own, As full and free, as I myself had swoon The seed that brought him forth; for this my love, His obliged duty presently did prove A traitor to my trust, against my will, Succouring that foe, which I did love so ill, Only for hating him; my charity being thus Abused, and quit with injury, what could I then But as his father erst, so I again might throw Him from my love? for worse is love abused Then new borne hate, and should be so refused: I did a father's part, if it were bad, Blame him for both, there I my pattern had. You fall betwixt two pillars Sir, is't not so? Unhappy fate, my Lord, yet thus I plead: For this my father's hate I might deserve, I broke his precepts, and did unchildly swerve From his commission, I to my Uncle gave What was my fathers, striving thereby to save His fall'n repute; he raged, I did it still, Yet must confess as it was well, 'twas ill, Well in my love, methought, ill to my fate: For I thereby ruined my own estate, But that mine Uncle throws me forth of door For the same cause he took me in before, Beats forest, 'gainst my bosom; if 'twere good To take from a father for an Uncle's food, In laws of love and nature, how much rather Might I abridge an Uncle for a father? charity's, a virtue generally stands,
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Even what your Grace shall please to make of me; I was the son to this distressed father, untill he Tooke his paity off, and threw me from his love, Then I became son to mine Vncle by adoption, Who likewise that hath tane away againe, And throwne me backe to poverty; never was Son so ost betwixt two fathers, yet knowes Not one, for still the richest does despise his heire, And I am backe expulst into despaire. This may your vices cause. For that I come to your impartiall censure for a doome. We heare, speake on, we know the parties, ach one relate his griefe, and if it lye in us, We'l yeeld reliefe; 'tis first requisite that we Know of you Sir, the cause of this your Sonnes disinheritance Before I understood his vertuous minde, Or weighed his disposition to be kind, I did that froward worke; This now great man, Was an unthrifty wretch, a prodigall then. And I disdain'd to know his brotherhood, Denyed reliefe to him; this childe kinde and good Against my contradiction, did him releive, as his Distressed Vncle, at this I chide; for bade, Still hee holds on his course, He growes more kinde, and he in wasting worse; My rage continued as it had begun, And in that rage I threw away my sonne. The like plead I, my Lord: for when my state Had rais'd itselfe by an uncertaine fate, I tooke this out-cast childe, made him my owne, As full and free, as I my selfe had sowne The seede that brought him forth; for this my loue, His oblieg'd duty presently did prove A traytor to my trust, against my will, Succouring that foe, which I did love so ill, Onely for hating him; my charity being thus Abus'd, and quit with injurie, what could I then But as his father erst, so I agen might throw Him from my love? for worse is love abus'd Then new borne hate, and should be soe refus'de: I did a fathers part, if it were bad, Biame him for both, there I my patterne had. You fall betwixt two pillars Sir, is't not so? Vnhappy fate, my Lord, yet thus I pleade: For this my fathers hate I might deserve, I broke his precepts, and did unchildly swerve From his commission, I to my Vncle gave What was my fathers, striving thereby to save His falne repute; he rag'd, I did it still, Yet must consesse as it was well, twas ill, Well in my love, me thought, ill to my fate: For I thereby ruin'd my owne estate, But that mine Vncle throwes me forth of doore For the same cause he tooke me in before, Beats forest, gainst my bosome; iftwere good To from a father for an Vncles foode, In lawes of love and nature, how much rather Might I abridge an Vncle for a father? Charitie's, a vertue generally stands,