Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I much hope it. These were your father's words. If ere my Son Follow the war, tell him it is a school Where all the principles tending to honour, Are taught if truly followed: But for such As repair thither, as a place, in which They do presume they may with licence practise Their lusts, and riots, they shall never merit The noble name of soldiers. To dare boldly In a fair cause, and for the country's safety To run upon the cannon's mouth undaunted; To obey their leaders, and shun mutinies; To bear, with patience, the winter's cold, And summer's scorching heat, and not to faint When plenty of provision fails, with hunger, Are the essential parts make up a soldier, Not swearing dice, or drinking. There's no syllable You speak, but is to me an Oracle, Which but to doubt, were impious. To conclude; Beware ill company, for often men Are like to those with whom they do converse, And from one man I warned you, and that's Welborne: Not cause he's poor, that rather claims your pity, But that he's in his manners so debauched, And hath to vicious courses sold himself. 'Tis true your father loved him, while he was Worthy the loving, but if he had lived To have seen him as he is, he had cast him off As you must do. I shall obey in all things. You follow me to my chamber, you shall have gold To furnish you like my son, and still supplied, As I hear from you. I am still your creature. Not to be seen? Still cloistered up? Her reason, I hope assures her, though she make herself Close prisoner ever for her husband's loss, 'Twill not recover him. Sir, it is her will, Which we that are her servants ought to serve it, And not dispute. howe'er, you are nobly welcome, And if you please to stay, that you may think so; There came not fix days since from Hull, a pipe Of rich Canarie, which shall spend itself For my Lady's honour. Is it of the right race? Yes, Master Greedy. How his mouth runs o'er! I'll make it run, and run. Save your good worship. Honest Master Cook, thy hand, again. How I love thee: Are the good dishes still in being? speak boy. If you have a mind to feed, there is a chine Of beef well seasoned. Good! A pheasant larded. That I might now give thanks for't. Other kickshaws. Besides there came last might from the forest of Sherwood The fattest stag I ever cooked. A stag man? A stag Sir part of it prepared for dinner, And baked in puff-paste. Puffepast too, Sir Giles! A ponderous chine of beef! a pheasant larded! And red deer too Sir Giles, and baked in puff-paste! All business set aside; let us give thanks here. How the lean skeleton's raped! You know we cannot. Your Worships are to sit on a commission, And if you fail to come, you lose the cause.
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I much hope it. These were your fathers words. If ere my Sonne Follow the warre, tell him it is a schoole Where all the principles tending to honour, Are taught if truly followed: But for such As repaire thither, as a place, in which They doe presume they may with licence practise Their lusts, and riots, they shall neuer merit The noble name of souldiers. To dare boldly In a faire cause, and for the Countries safety To runne vpon the cannons mouth vndaunted; To obey their leaders, and shunne mutenies; To beare, with patience, the winters cold, And sommers scorching heate, and not to faint When plenty of prouision failes, with hunger, Are the essentiall parts make vp a souldier, Not swearing dice, or drinking. There's no syllable You speake, but is to me an Oracle, Which but to doubt, were impious. To conclude; Beware ill company, for often men Are like to those with whom they do conuerse, And from one man I warn'd you, and that's Welborne: Not cause Hee's poore, that rather claimes your pitty, But that hee's in his manners so debauch'd, And hath to vitious courses sold himselfe. 'Tis true your father lou'd him, while he was Worthy the louing, but if he had liu'd To haue seene him as he is, he had cast him off As you must doe. I shall obey in all things. You follow me to my chamber, you shall haue gold To furnish you like my sonne, and still supplied, As I heare from you. I am still your creature. Not to be seene? Still cloistered vp? Her reason, I hope assures her, though she make her selfe Close prisoner euer for her husbands losse, 'Twill not recouer him. Sir, it is her will, Which we that are her seruants ought to serue it, And not dispute. How ere, you are nobly welcome, And if you please to stay, that you may thinke so; There came not fix dayes since from Hull, a pipe Ofrich Canarie, which shall spend it selfe For my Ladies honour. Is it of the right race? Yes, Master Greedie. How his mouth runs or'e! Ile make it run, and run. Saue your good worship. Honest Master Cooke, thy hand, againe. How I loue thee: Are the good dishes still in being? speake boy. If you haue a minde to feed, there is a chine Of beefe well seasoned. Good! A pheasant larded. That I might now giue thanks for't. Other Kukeshawes. Besides there came last might from the forrest of Sherwood The fattest stagge I euer cook'd. A stagge man? A stagge Sir part of it prepar'd for dinner, And bak'd in puffpast. Puffepast too, Sir Giles! A ponderous chine of beefe! a pheasant larded! And red deere too Sir Giles, and bak'd in puffepast! All businesse set aside; let vs giue thankes here. How the leane Sceleton's rap'd! You know wee cannot. Your Worships are to sit on a commission, And if you faile to come, you lose the cause.