Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
I have urged that. Their Lordships here are coming, I must go get me a place, you'll find me in Court, And at your service. Now put on your Spirits. The ease that you prepare yourself, my Lord, In giving up the place you hold in Court, Will prove (I fear) a trouble in the State, And that no slight one. Pray you sir, no more. Now sir, lose not this offered means: their looks Fixed on you, with a pitying earnestness, Invite you to demand their furtherance To your good purpose.— This such a dullness So foolish and untimely as— You know him. I do, and much lament the sudden fall Of his brave house, It is young Charloyes. Son to the Marshal, from whom he inherits His fame and virtues only. Ha, heigh name you. His father died in prison two days since. Yes, to the shame of this ungrateful State! That such a Master in the art of war, So noble, and so highly meriting, From this forgetful Country, should, for want Of means to satisfy his creditors, The sums he took up for the general good, Meet with an end so infamous. Dare you ever hope for like opportunity? My good Lord! My wish bring comfort to you. The time calls us. Good morrow Colonel. This obstinate spleen, You think becomes your sorrow, and sorts well With your black suits: but grant me wit, or judgement, And by the freedom of an honest man, And a true friend to boot, I swear 'tis shameful. And therefore flatter not yourself with hope, Your sable habit, with the hat and cloak, No though the ribbons help, have power to work'em To what you would: for those that had no eyes, To see the great acts of your father, will not, From any fashion sorrow can put on, be taught to know their duties. If they will not, They are too old to learn, and I too young To give them counsel, since if they partake The understanding, and the hearts of men, They will prevent my words and tears: if not, What can persuasion, though made eloquent With grief, work upon such as have changed natures With the most savage beast? Blessed, blessed be ever The memory of that happy age, when justice Had no guards to keep off wronged innocence, From flying to her succours, and in that Assurance of redress: where now (Roment) The damned, with more ease may ascend from Hell, Than we arrive at her. One Cerberus there Forbids the passage, in our Courts a thousand, As loud, and fertile headed, and the Client That wants the sops, to fill their ravenous throats, Must hope for no access: why should I then Attempt impossibilities: you friend, being Too well acquainted with my dearth of means To make my entrance that way?
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I haue vrg'd that. Their Lordships here are comming, I must goe get me a place, you'l finde me in Court, And at your seruice. Now put on your Spirits. The ease that you prepare your selfe, my Lord, In giuing vp the place you hold in Court, Will proue (I feare) a trouble in the State, And that no slight one. Pray you sir, no more. Now sir, lose not this offerd meanes: their lookes Fixt on you, with a pittying earnestnesse, Inuite you to demand their furtherance To your good purpose.—This such a dunesse So foolish and vntimely as— You know him. I doe, and much lament the sudden fall Of his braue house, It is young Charloyes. Sonne to the Mashall, from whom he inherits His ame and vertues onely. Ha, hey name you. His father died in prison two daies since. Yes, to the shame of this vngratefull State That such a Master in the art of warre, So noble, and so highly meriting, From this forgetfull Country, hould, for want Of meanes to satisfie his creditors, The summes he tooke vp for the generall good, Meet with an end so infamous. Dare you euer hope for like oportunity? My good Lord! My wish bring comfort to you. The time calls vs. Good morrow Colonell. This obstinate spleene, You thinke becomes your sorrow, and sorts wel With your blacke suits: but grant me wit, or iudgement, And by the freedome of an honest man, And a true friend to boote, I sweare 'tis shamefull. And therefore flatter not your selfe with hope, Your sable habit, with the hat and cloake, No though the ribons helpe, haue power to worke'em To what you would: for those that had no eyes, To see the great acts of your father, will not, From any fashion sorrow can put on, Bee taught to know their duties. If they will not, They are too old to learne, and I too young To giue them counsell, since if they partake The vnderstanding, and the hearts of men, They will preuent my words and teares: if nt, What can perswasion, though made eloquent With griefe, worke vpon such as haue chang'd natures With the most sauage beast? Blest, blest be euer The memory of that happy age, when iustice Had no gards to keepe off wrongd innocence, From flying to her succours, and in that Assurance of redresse: where now (Roment) The damnd, with more ease may asend from Hell, Thn we ariue at her. One Cerberus there Forbids the passage, in our Courts a thousand, As lowd, and fertyle headed, and the Client That wants the sops, to fill their rauenous throats, Must hope for no accesse: why should I then Attempt impossibilities: you friend, being Too well acquainted with my dearth of meanes To make my entrance that way?