Shirley, James · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Jan 10] (Annals) comedy · King's Revels Company (?); Prince Charles's Men (second) (?) · Salisbury Court T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.81 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
How married? did not you promise me? Master Gerard? nay and it be no worse I care not rise to my heart. My duty shall deserve it, 'tis e'en so, good Master Caperwit you must dance without her. Have I made verses and studied speeches for this? Since there's no remedy, I bless you both, but I did wish— Sir: if you will acknowledge your Niece. You must accept a Nephew too: we are as fast as they. Death! I am cozened, cheated, there is law. And there is conscience. I'll not give you a penny. I will not publish Sir your avarice, Wish 'em good joy. Well, 'tis done. Yes faith Uncle, we are coupled, man and wife. I'll inquire how this came about hereafter; Look you love her Sir. As I will do my soul. Gentlemen, all is not yet discovered; there are a pair behind, worth taking notice of; do y' know Sir Gervace Simple, I am the man. Simple as he stands there. And this is my Lady— what does thy hair come off already. Your worship is a most egregious coxcomb. A boy? Gentlemen, have I married a boy, or is she metamorphized? Ha, ha, Master Caperwit's Page. Give you joy Sir. The Bird is flown indeed la. Bird? they make a coxcomb of me. I am glad somebody else is cozened beside myself; Nay, nay take her, there is a man within a mile of an Oak, I name nobody, has had earnest of her body. Bawdy quoth a Thump, I will sell thee my Knighthood for half the money it cost me, and turn Yeoman in the Country again; why there is neither wit nor honesty in this. Be ruled by me, let's to some Tavern, and Drink away melancholy. ay, and then we may steal away disguised, a match! Nay, nay, let's all together, and make a merry night on t, Sim. Why how now Thump, are you sneaking away? let's all together. But first we must the licence of these Gentlemen. Our Poet knows you will be just, but we Appeal to mercy, he desires that ye Would not distaste his Muse, because of late Transplanted, which would grow here, if no fate Have an unlucky bode opinion Comes hither but on crutches yet, the Sun Hath lent no beam to warm us, if this Play Proceed more fortunate, we shall bless the day, And love that brought you hither; 'tis in you To make a little sprig of Laurel grow, And spread into a grove, where you may sit, And hear soft stories, when by blasting it, You gain no honour, though our ruins lie To tell the spoils of your offended eye: If not for what we are, for alas hear No Roscious moves to charm your eyes, or ear, Yet as you hope hereafter to see Plays, Encourage us and give our Poet bays.
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How married? did not you promise mee? Master Gerard? nay and it be no worse I care not to my heart. My duty shall deserve it, tis ene so, good Master Caperwit you must dance without her. Have I made verses and studied speeches for this? Since there no remedy, I blesse you both, but I did wish— Sir: if you will acknowledge your Neece. You must accept a Nephew too: we are as fast as they. Death! I am coozend, cheated, there is law. And there is conscience. Ile not give you a penny. I will not publish Sir your avarice, Wish em good joy. Well, tis done. Yes faith Vncle, wee are coupled, man and wise. Ile enquire how this came about hereafter; Looke you love her Sir. As I will doe my soule. Gentlemen, all is not yet discovered; there are a paire behind, worth taking notice of; doe y know Sir Gervace Simple, I am the man. Simple as he stands there. And this is my Lady—what does thy haire come off already. Your worship is a most egregious coxcombe. A boy? Gentlemen, have I married a boy, or is shee metamorphis'd? Ha, ha, Master Caperwits Page. Give you joy Sir. The Bird is flowne indeed law. Bird? they make a coxcombe of me. I am glad somebody else is coozend beside my selfe; Nay, nay take her, there is a man within a mile of an Oake, I name no body, has had earnest of her body. Bawdy quoth a Thumpe, I will sell thee my Knighthood for halfe the mony it cost me, and turne Yeoman in the Country agen; why there is neither wit nor honesty in this. Be ruld by me, lets to some Taverne, and Drinke away melancholy. I, and then we may steale away disguisd, a match! Nay, nay, lets all together, and make a merry night on t, Sim. Why how now Thumpe, are you sneaking away? Lets all together. But first we must the licence of these Gentlemen. OVr Poet knowes you will be just, but we Appeale to mercy, he desires that yee Would not distaste his Muse, because of late Transplanted, which would grow here, if no fate Have an unlucky bode opinion Comes hither but on crutches yet, the Sun Hath lent no beame to warme us, if this Play Proceed more fortunate, wee shall blesse the day, And love that brought you hither; tis in you To make a little sprigge of Laurel grow, And spread into a grove, where you may sit, And hear soft stories, when by blasting it, You gaine no honour, though our ruines lye To tell the spoiles of your offended eye: If not for what we are, for alas here No Roscious moves to charme your eyes, or eare, Yet as you hope hereafter to see Playes, Encourage us and give our Poet bayes.