Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
ay, ay, love on, ha, ha, he, and see what ye will get By that at last, I'll love my self, myself, ha, ha, he, This day old Lively thou art just fourscore, Quickly some Sack, I have not yet baptised Mine eyes this morning as I use to do. Why boy? ha, ha. I am as lusty now, As full of active spirits, as when I wore But twenty on my back, ha ha, he, this laughing sure's restorative above your gold, Or all your dearer drugs. The very thought How quaintly I shall gull my expecting Scholars My Neophytes that gape to hear the news When I shall nod into the grave, does add Such vigour to me, that I do not feel Not feel the ground I stand upon. * But see More Suitors still— * Now they begin to flock. Sir if I may advise you wade no farther Into this business, but desist; I have A promise (I'll assure you) from the justice. Sir I may use the same words unto you I have a promise too, but yesterday My Father did present him with a horse Of Robin-red-breast's getting— * by your leave. Nay Sir come on, if you be good at that.— You have a promise. God-a-mercy horse. ha, ha, he. These and some dozen more do daily haunt This cormorant's house, and all (good men) pretend It is pure love unto his crooked daughter That draws them thither, when there's not one of 'em That would vouchsafe her a look, nay hardly a thought Unless it were for to contemn her; but There is a thing they call a Parsonage An impropriate Parsonage which th' well given Matrons Have rescued from the laity, and returns After my death unto the Church, which living The justice here has sold them, but reserving The first donation for himself, with which He intends to put his foolish daughter off. 'Twas once my brother's land, but this same Hook By a golden bait did pluck it from him: well, It is no matter, I have my life in it. Ha, ha, he. But I will cheat them all, will cozen them. Why Boy. Here Sir. Well said my honey, well said. Oh how it smiles upon me! (hum hum) give it me This is mine Antidote 'gainst the scythe of time. He that desires to live, let him do thus— Drink Sack i'th' morning. Boy, another cup. How now? another? see how he prunes himself. Boy, there's a teston for you, see you look Well to my Nag— I must be generous now. But let me see, I will accost him thus. Sir if it please your worship— (it must be so) These Country justices do love a life For to be worshipped at every word, I come now from my Lady. (And you may Return again unto her Ladyship And tell her that old Lively is not yet Intended for to die.
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I, I, loue on, ha, ha, he, and ſee what yee will get By that at laſt, I'le loue my ſefe, my ſelfe, ha, ha, he, This day old Liuely thou art iuſt foureſcore, Quickly ſome Sack, I haue not yet baptized Mine eyes this morning as I vſe to doe. Why boy? ha, ha. I am as luſty now, As full of actiue ſpirits, as when I wore But twenty on my back, ha ha, he, this laughing Surely's reſtoratiue aboue your gold, Or all your dearer drugges. The very thought How quaintly I ſhall gull my expecting Schollers My Neophytes that gape to heare the newes When I ſhall nod into the graue, does adde Such vigour to me, that I doe not feele Not feele the ground I ſtand vpon. But ſee More Suiters ſtill — Now they begin to flock. Sir if I may aduiſe you wade no farther Into this buſineſſe, but deſiſt; I haue A promiſe (I'le aſſure you) from the Iuſtice. Sir I may vſe the ſame words vnto you I haue a promiſe too, but yeſterday My Father did preſent him with a horſe Of Robin-red-breaſt's getting — by your leaue. Nay Sir come on, if you be good at that.— You haue a promiſe. God-a-mercy horſe. ha, ha, he. Theſe and ſome dozen more doe dayly haunt This Cormorants houſe, and all (good men) pretend It is pure loue vnto his crooked daughter That drawes them thither, when there's not one of 'em That would vouchſafe her a looke, nay hardly a thought Vnleſſe it were for to contemne her; but There is a thing they call a Parſonage An impropriate Parſonage which th' well giuen Matrons Haue reſcued from the Laitie, and returnes After my death vnto the Church, which liuing The Iuſtice here has ſold them, but reſeruing The firſt donation for himſelfe, with which He intends to put his fooliſh daughter off. 'Twas once my brothers land, but this ſame Hooke By a golden bayte did pluck it from him: well, It is no matter, I haue my life in it. Ha, ha, he. But I will cheate them all, will cozen them. Why Boy. Here Sir. Well ſaid my hony, well ſaid. Oh how it ſmiles vpon mee! (hum hum) giue it mee This is mine Antidote 'gainſt the Sithe of time. He that deſires to liue, let him doe thus — Drinke Sack i'th morning. Boy, another cup. How now? another? ſee how he prunes himſelfe. Boy, there's a teſton for you, ſee you looke Well to my Nagge — I muſt be generous now. But let me ſee, I will accoſt him thus. Sir if it pleaſe your worſhip — (it muſt be ſo) Theſe Country Iuſtices doe loue a life For to be worſhipped at euery word, I come now from my Lady. (And you may Returne againe vnto her Ladiſhip And tell her that old Liuely is not yet Intended for to dye.