Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Nor I to line My Christmas coffer. To my wish, we are private. I come not to make offer with my daughter A certain portion, that were poor, and trivial. In one word I pronounce all that is mine, In lands, or leases, ready coin, or goods, With her, my Lord comes to you, nor shall you have One motive to induce you to believe, I live too long, since every year I'll add Something unto the heap, which shall be yours too. You are a right kind father. You shall have reason To think me such, how do you like this seat? It is well wooded, and well watered, the Acres Fertile, and rich; would it not serve for change To entertain your friends in a Summer progress? What thinks my noble Lord? 'Tis a wholesome air, And well built pile, and she that's mistress of it Worthy the large revenue. 'Shee the mistress? It may be so for a time: but let my Lord Say only that he likes it, and would have it, I say ere long 'tis his. Impossible. You do conclude too fast, not knowing me; Nor the engines that I work by, 'tis not alone The Lady Alworth's Lands, for those once Welborne's, (As by her dotage on him, I know they will be,) Shall soon be mine. but point out any man's In all the Shire, and say they lie convenient, And useful for your Lordship, and once more I say aloud, They are yours. I dare not own What's by unjust, and cruel means extorted My fame, and credit are more dear to me, Than so to expose 'em to be censured by The public voice. You run my Lord no hazard. Your reputation shall stand as fair In all good men's opinions as now: Nor can my actions, though condemned for ill, Cast any foul aspersion upon yours; For though I do contemn report myself, As a mere sound, I still will be so tender Of what concerns you in all points of Honour, That the immaculate whiteness of your Fame, Nor your unquestioned integrity Shall e'er be sullied with one taint, or spot That may take from your innocence, and candour, All my ambition is to have my daughter Right honourable, which my Lord can make her. And might I live to dance upon my knee A young Lord Lovell, borne by her unto you, I write nil vltra to my proudest hopes. As for possessions, and annual rents Equivalent to maintain you in the port, Your noble birth, and present state requires, I do remove that burden from your shoulders, And take it on mine owne: for though I me The Country to supply your riotous waste, The scourge of prodigal's want shall never find you. Are you not frighted with the imprecations, And curses, of whole families made wretched By your sinister practises?
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Nor I to line My Christmas coffer. To my wish, we are priuate. I come not to make offer with my daughter A certaine portion, that were poore, and triuiall. In one word I pronounce all that is mine, In lands, or leases, ready coine, or goods, With her, my Lord comes to you, nor shall you haue One motiue to induce you to beleeue, I liue too long, since euery yeare I'le add Something vnto the heape, which shall be yours too. You are a right kind father. You shall haue reason To thinke me such, how doe you like this seate? It is well wooded, and well water'd, the Acres Fertile, and rich; would it not serue for change To entertaine your friends in a Sommer progresse? What thinkes my noble Lord? 'Tis a wholesome aire, And well built pile, and she that's mistresse of it Worthy the large reuennue. 'Shee the mistresse? It may be so for a time: but let my Lord Say only that he likes it, and would haue it, I say e're long 'tis his. Impossible. You doe conclude too fast, not knowing me; Nor the engines that I worke by, 'tis not alone The Lady Alworths Lands, for those once Welbornes, (As by her dotage on him, I know they will be,) Shall soone be mine. but point out any mans In all the Shire, and say they lie conuenient, And vsefull for your Lordship, and once more I say aloud, They are yours. I dare not owne What's by vniust, and cruell meanes extorted My fame, and credit are more deare to me, Than so to expose 'em to be censur'd by The publike voice. You run my Lord no hazard. Your reputation shall stand as faire In all good mens opinions as now: Nor can my actions, though condemn'd for ill, Cast any foule aspersion vpon yours; For though I doe contemne report my selfe, As a meere sound, I still will be so tender Of what concernes you in all points of Honour, That the immaculate whitenesse of your Fame, Nor your vnquestion'd integrity Shall e're be sullied with one taint, or spot That may take from your innocence, and candor, All my ambition is to haue my daughter Right honorable, which my Lord can make her. And might I liue to dance vpon my knee A young Lord Louell, borne by her vnto you, I write nil vltra to my proudest hopes. As for possessions, and annuall rents Equiualent to maintaine you in the port, Your noble birth, and present state requires, I doe remoue that burthen from your shoulders, And take it on mine owne: for though I me The Country to supply your riotous wast, The scourge of prodigalls want shall neuer find you. Are you not frighted with the imprecations, And curses, of whole families made wretched By your sinister practises?