Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Tridewell! O it is Sir Phillip's Kinsman. I have heard him speak much good of him; and entreated me to give him good respect; which were enough to mar his entertainment, had I not another purpose of mine own, that may prove as ill. Bring him up Howdee. I will madam— I that was very well. This Howdee do I mean with a cast Gown to put in apparel, and make my Gentleman Usher; Not only for the aptness of his name, to go on my visits; but for his proportionable talon of wit and manners. If I can yet redeem him, he is happy. By your leave Lady: May my boldness prove pardonable? Sir the name of him, you come from, is warrant sufficient to make your welcome here: All that is here being his. Is this she trow! I understand you come from Sir Philip Luckless. 'Tis true, I brought his name thus far to enter me to your presence. But here I shake it off, as I would do his remembrance: but that I know him too well. Too well Sir? How mean you? Too well indeed Lady; but in the ill part. I know him to be no equal Match for you. Yet I hear you receive him as a Suitor. Right Sir. and him only. It is not gone so far I hope. Beshrew me but it is; and farther too Sir. He has all wooed and won me. Beshrew your fortune then. And if my counsel; The friendliest counsel e'er you hearkened to, Stop not your venturous foot from one step further, (For now you are upon the brink of danger) You fall into a Sea of endless sorrows. This is pretty! Look back into yourself; read o'er your Story, Find the content the quiet mind you lived in, The wealth, the peace, the pleasure you enjoyed; The free command of all you had beneath you, And none to be commanded by above you. Now glance your eye on this side, on the yoke, You bring your neck to, laden down with cares, Where you shall faintly draw a tedious life, And every step encounter with new strife. Then, when you groan beneath your burdenous charge, And wearily chance to revert a look Upon the price you gave for this sad thraldom, You'll feel your heart stabbed through with many a woe, Of which one dies not while a thousand grow. All will be then too late: Now is the time, Now rings the warning bell unto your breast: Where if you can but entertain a thought, That tells you how you are beset with danger, You are secure; Exclude it, you are lost To endless sorrows, bought with dearest cost. Pray Sir deal freely with me. What respect Moves you to make this strong dissuasion? Is it your care of me? or love of him?
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Tridewell! O it is Sir Phillips Kinsman. I haue heard him speake much good of him; and entreated mee to giue him good respect; which were enought to marre his entertainment, had I not another purpose of mine owne, that may proue as ill. Bring him vp Howdee. I will Madame— I that was very well. This Howde doe I meane with a cast Gowne to put in apparell, and make my Gentleman Vsher; Not onely for the aptnesse of his name, to goe on my visits; but for his proportionable talent of wit and manners. If I can yet redeeme him, he is happy. By your leaue Lady: May my boldnesse proue pardonable? Sir the name of him, you come from, is warrant sufficient to make your welcome here: All that is here being his. Is this shee trow! I vnderstand you come from Sir Phillip Luckles. 'Tis true, I brought his name thus farre to enter mee to your presence. But here I shake it off, as I would doe his remembrance: but that I know him too well. Too well Sir? How meane you? Too well indeede Lady; but in the ill part. I know him to be no equall Match for you. Yet I heare you receiue him as a Suter. Right Sir. and him onely. It is not gone so farre I hope. Beshrew mee but it is; and farther too Sir. Hee has all wooed and wonne me. Beshrew your fortune then. And if my counell; The friendliest counsell e're you hearkned to, Stop not your ventrous foote from one step further, (For now you are vpon the brinke of danger) You fall into a Sea of endlesse sorrowes. This is pretty! Looke back into your selfe; read o're your Story, Finde the content the quiet minde you liu'd in, The wealth, the peace, the pleasure you enioy'd; The free command of all you had beneath you, And noe to be commanded by aboue you. Now glaunce your eye on this side, on the yoake, You bring your neck to, lden downe with cares, Where you shall faintly draw a tedious life, And euery step incounter with new strife. Then, when you groane beneath your burdenous charge, And wearily chance to reuert a looke Vpon the price you gaue for this sad thraldome, You'll feele your heart stabd through with many a woe, Of which one dyes not while a thousand grow. All will be then too late: Now is the time, Now rings the warning bell vnto your breast: Where if you can but entertaine a thought, That tells you how you are beset with danger, You are secue; Exclude it, you are lost To endlesse sorowes, bought with dearest cost. Pray Sir deale freely with me. What respect Moues you to make this strong disswasion? Is it your care of me? or loue of him?