Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.83 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
My nephew. He has been too long a stranger: faith you have: Pray let it be mended, Why Sir, what do you mean? This is rogue Welborne, Monster, Prodigy. That should hang, or drown himself, no man of Worship, Much less your Nephew; Well Sirrah, we shall reckon For this here after. I'll not lose my jeer Though I be beaten dead for't. Let my silence plead In my excuse my Lord till better leisure Offer itself to hear a full relation Of my poor fortunes. I would hear, and help'em. Your dinner waits you. Pray you lead, we follow. Nay you are my guest, come dear master Welborne. Dear master Welborne! So she said; Heaven! heaven! If my belly would give me leave I could ruminate All day on this: I have granted twenty warrants. To have him committed from all prisons in the Shire, To Nottingham jail; and now dear master Welborne! And my good nephew, but I play the fool To stand here prating, and forget my dinner. Are they set Marrall? Long since, pray you a word Sir. No wording now. In troth, I must; my master Knowing you are his good friend, makes bold with you, And does entreat you, more guests being come in, Than he expected, especially his nephew, The table being full too, you would excuse him And sup with him on the cold meat. How! no dinner After all my care? 'Tis but a penance for A meal; beside, you broke your fast. That was But a bit to stay my stomach: a man in Commission Give place to a tatterdemalion? No bug words Sir, Should his Worship hear you? Lose my dumpling too? And buttered toasts, and woodcocks? Come, have patience. If you will dispense a little with your Worship, And sit with the waiting women, you have dumpling, Woodcock, and buttered costs too. This revives me I will gorge there sufficiently. This is the way Sir. she's caught! O women! she neglects my Lord, And all her compliments applied to Welborne! The garments of her widowhood laid by, She now appears as glorious as the spring, Her eyes fixed on him; in the wine she drinks, He being her pledge; she sends him burning kisses, And sits on thorns, till she be private with him. She leaves my meat to feed upon his looks; And if in our discourse he be but named From her a deep sigh follows, but why grieve I At this? it makes for me, if she prove his All that is hers is mine, as I will work him. Sir the whole board is troubled at your rising. No matter, I'll excuse it, prithee Marrall, Watch an occasion to invite my Nephew To speak with me in private. Who? the rogue, The Lady scorned to look on? You are a Wag See Sir she's come, and cannot be without him.
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My nephew. He has beene too long a stranger: faith you haue: Pray let it bee mended, Why Sir, what doe you meane? This is rogue Welborne, Monster, Prodigie. That should hang, or drowne himselfe, no man of Worship, Much lesse your Nephew; Well Sirra, we shall reckon For this here after. I'le not lose my ieere Though I be beaten dead for't. Let my silence plead In my excuse my Lord till better leasure Offer it selfe to heare a full relation Of my poore fortunes. I would heare, and helpe'em. Your dinner waites you. Pray you lead, we follow. Nay you are my ghest, come deere master Welborne. Deare master Welborne! So shee said; Heau'n! heau'n! If my belly would giue me leaue I could ruminate All day on this: I haue granted twenty warrants. To haue him committed from all prisons in the Shire, To Nottingham iayle; and now deare master Welborne! And my good nephew, but I play the foole To stand here prating, and forget my dinner. Are they set Marrall? Long since, pray you a word Sir. No wording now. In troth, I must; my master Knowing you are his good friend, makes bold with you, And does intreat you, more ghests being come in, Then he expected, especially his nephew, The table being full too, you would excuse him And suppe with him on the cold meate. How! no dinner After all my care? 'Tis but a pennance for A meale; besides, you broke your fast. That was But a bit to stay my stomacke: a man in Commission Giue place to a tatterdemallion? No bugge words Sir, Should his Worship heare you? Lose my dumpling too? And butter'd tosts, and woodcocks? Come, haue patience. If you will dispense a little with your Worship, And sit with the waiting woemen, you haue dumpling, Woodcocke, and butter'd costs too. This reuiues me I will gorge there sufficiently. This is the way Sir. Shee's caught! O woemen! she neglects my Lord, And all her complements appli'd to Welborne! The garments of her widdowhood lay'd by, She now appeares as glorious as the spring, Her eyes fix'd on him; in the wine shee drinkes, He being her pledge; she sends him burning kisses, And sitts on thornes, till she be priuate with him. She leaues my meate to feed vpon his lookes; And if in our discourse he be but'tnam'd From her a deepe sigh followes, but why grieue I At this? it makes for me, if she proue his All that is hers is mine, as I will worke him. Sir the whole boord is troubled at your rising. No matter, I'le excuse it, prethee Marrall, Watch an occasion to inuite my Nephew To speake with me in priuate. Who? the rogue, The Lady scorn'd to looke on? You are a Wagge See Sir shee's come, and cannot be without him.