Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
O how frail is man! One Sunny day the exhalation rears Into a cloud: at night it falls in tears. IF it be not immodesty to demand So bold a question; I would be resolved Of one doubt yet. Speak boldly, by all holiness My answer shall be true. When you were young, And lively appetite revelled in your blood, Did you not find rebellion in your veins? Did not the same embraces tedious grow? And cause a longing in your thoughts to taste Varieties of men? I blush, I cannot answer With a denial; not a proper Gentleman But forced my goatish eye to follow him: And when I had surveyed his parts, I would With any loss of honour, wealth, and friendship, Have bought him to my bed: and truly, Sir, 'Twas cheap at any rate. Steeled impudence! What fruit can I expect the bough should bear That grows from such a stock? I had of late A month's mind Sir to you: Y'ave the right make To please a Lady. Sure this old piece of lust When she is dead will make her grave a brothel, And tempt the worms to adulterate her carcase. And that's the reason I have crossed my daughter To further mine own love. Pity me, Sir, For though the fuel's spent, there is a spark Raked up i'th' embers.— But I now desist. Please you to go to Ballio's house, my daughter Shall meet you there— I hope that out of duty She will not grudge her mother a good turn When she is married— now and then. Is there no house To meet at, but this Ballio's? Is Evadne Acquainted there? is that the rendezvous Of her hot meetings?— yet I still suspect This woman's malice to her child not lost. I will bestow some time, and go to see The strange event of this dark mystery. BAllio. Madam. See your house be stored With the deboisest Roarers in the city Let every room be filled with noise and quarrelling, For Tyndarus is to meet Evadne there. You guess the rest; if not, this purse of gold Better inform you. Most celestial Lady, Though I have practised villainy from my cradle And from my dug sucked mischief more than milk, This fury still outdoes me.— I am vexed, Vexed to the heart to see a silly woman Carry more devils in her then myself. And yet I love thee— thou she-rogue, I love thee. Had I but such a wife; what a fine brood Of toads could I beget! HEre comes my mole, The son of earth, that digs his mother's entrails To turn up treasure for his boy and me. That with industrious eyes searches to hell To buy us heaven on earth. Welcome, welcome Thou age of gold: how do the bags at home? Are all the chests in health? thrives the purse still? And says it to the talents, Multiply?
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O how frail is man! One Sunny day the exhalation reares Into a cloud: at night it falls in teares. IF it be not immodesty to demaund So bold a question; I would be resolv'd Of one doubt yet. Speak boldly, by all holinesse My answer shall be true. When you were young, And lively appetite revelled in your bloud, Did you not finde rebellion in your veins? Did not the same embraces tedious grow? And cause a longing in your thoughts to taste Varieties of men? I blush, I cannot answer With a deniall; not a proper Gentleman But forc'd my goatish eye to follow him: And when I had survey'd his parts, I would With any losse of honour, wealth, and friendship, Have bought him to my bed: and truely, Sir, 'Twas cheap at any rate. Steel'd impudence! What fruit can I expect the bough should beare That grows from such a stock? I had of late A moneths minde Sir to you: Y'ave the right make To please a Lady. Sure this old piece of lust When she is dead will make her grave a brothell, And tempt the worms to adulterate her carcasse. And that's the reason I have cross'd my daughter To further mine own love. Pity me, Sir, For though the fewel's spent, there is a spark Rak'd up ith' embers.—But I now desist. Please you to go to Ballios house, my daughter Shall meet you there—I hope that out of duty She will not grutch her mother a good turn When she is married—now and then. Is there no house To meet at, but this Ballios? Is Evadne Acquainted there? is that the rendevous Of her hot meetings?—yet I still suspect This womans malice to her childe not lost. I will bestow some time, and go to see The strange event of this dark mysterie. BAllio. Madam. See your house be stor'd With the deboisest Rorers in the city Let every room be fill'd with noise and quarrelling, For Tyndarus is to meet Evadne there. You guesse the rest; if not, this purse of gold Better inform you. Most celestiall Lady, Though I have practised villany from my cradle And from my dugge suckt mischief more then milk, This fury still out-does me.—I am vext, Vext to the heart to see a silly woman Carry more devils in her then my self. And yet I love thee—thou she-rogue, I love thee. Had I but such a wife; what a fine brood Of toads could I beget! HEre comes my mole, The sonne of earth, that digs his mothers entrals To turn up treasure for his boy and me. That with industrious eyes searches to hell To buy us heaven on earth. Welcome, welcome Thou age of gold: how do the bags at home? Are all the chests in health? thrives the purse still? And sayes it to the talents, Multiply?