Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I shall obey your pleasure Sir, though ignorant To what is tends? Worthiest Sir, You are most welcome: fie, no more of this: You have out-weeped a woman, noble Charolois. No man but has, or must bury a father. Grave Sir, I buried sorrow, for his death, In the grave with him. I did never think He was immoral, though I vow I grieve, And see no reason why the vicious, Virtuous, valiant and unworthy men Should die alike. They do not. In the manner Of dying, Sir, they do not, but all die, And therein differ not: but I have done. I spied the lively picture of my father, Passing your gallery, and that cast this water Into mine eyes: see, foolish that I am, To let it do so. Sweet and gentle nature, How silken is this well comparatively To other men! I have a suit to you Sir, Take it, 'tis granted. What? Nothing, my Lord. Nothing is quickly granted. Faith, my Lord, That nothing granted, is even all I have, For (all know) I have nothing left to grant. Sir, ha' you any suit to me? Ill grant You some thing, any thing. Nay surely, I that can Give nothing, will but sue for that again. No man will grant me any thing I live for. But begging nothing, every man will give't. Sir, the love I bore your father, and the worth I see in you, so much resembling his, Made me thus send for you. And tender here whatever you will take, gold, jewels, both, All, to supply your wants, and free yourself. Where heavenly virtue in high blooded veins Is lodged, and can agree, men should kneel down, Adore, and sacrifice all that they have; And well they may, it is so seldom seen. Put off your wonder, and here freely take Or send your servants. Nor, Sir, shall you use In aught of this, a poor man's fee, or bribe, Unjustly taken of the rich, but what's Directly gotten, and yet by the Law. How ill, Sir, it becomes those hairs to mock? Mock? thunder strike me then. You do amaze me: But you shall wonder too, I will not take One single piece of this great heap: why should I Borrow, that have not means to pay, nay am A very bankrupt, even in flattering hope Of ever raising any. All my begging, Is Romont's liberty. Here is your friend, enfranchised ere you spoke. I give him you, And Charalois. I give you to your friend As free a man as he; your father's debts Are taken off. How? Sir, it is most true. I am the witness. Yes faith, we are paid. Heaven bless his Lordship, I did think him wiser He a statesman, he an ass Pay other men's debts?
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I shall obey your pleasure Sir, though ignorant To what is tends? Worthiest Sir, You are most welcome: fye, no more of this: You haue ot-wept a woman, noble Carolois. No man but has, or must bury a father. Graue Sir, I buried sorrow, for his death, In the graue with him. I did neuer thinke Hee was immorrall, though I vow I grieue, And see no reason why the vicious, Vertuous, valiant and vnworthy men Should dye alike. They do not. In the manner Of dying, Sir, they do not, but all dye, And therein dffer not: but I haue done. I spy'd th liuely picture of my father, Passing your gallery, and that cast this water Ito mie eyes: see, foolish that I am, To let it doe so. Sweete and gentle nature, How silkn is this well comparatiuely To other men! I haue a suite to you Sir, Take it, tis granted. VVhat? Nothing, my Lord. Nothing is qickly granted. Faith, my Lord, That nothing granted, is eun all I haue, For (al know) I haue nothing left to grant. Sir, ha' you any suite to me? Ill grant You some thing, any thing. Nay surely, I that can Giue nothing, will but sue for that againe. No man will grant mee any thing I ue for. But begging nothing, euery man will giue't. Sir, the loue I bore your father, and the worth I see in you, so much resembling his, Made me tu send for you. And tender heere What uer you will take, gold, Iewels, both, All, to supply your wants, and free your selfe. Where heauenly vertue in high blouded veines Is lodg'd, and ca agree, men should knele downe, Adore, and sacrifice all that they hau; And well they may, it is so seldome seene. Put off your wonder, and heere freely take Or send your seruants. Nor, Sir, shall you vse In ought of this, a poore mans fee, or bribe, Vniustly taken of the rich, but what's Directly goten, and yet by the Law. How ill, Sir, it becomes those haires to mocke? Mocke? thunder strike mee then. You doe amaze mee: But you shall wonder too, I will not take One single piece of this great heape: why should I Borrow, that haue not meanes to pay, nay am A very bankerupt, euen in flattering hope Of euer raysing any. All my begging, Is Romonts libertie. Heere is your friend, Enfranchist ere you spake. I giue him you, And Charalois. I giue you to your friend As free a man as hee; your fathers debts Are taken off. How? Sir, it is most true. I am the witnes. Yes faith, wee are pay'd. Heauen blesse his Lordship, I did thinke him wiser He a states-man, he an asse Pay other mens debts?