Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Oct 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Oh, I will rise by degrees. Her foot is feat with Diamond toes But she with legs of Ruby goes: Thighs Loadstones, and do draw unto her The Iron pin of any wooer. Precious conceit. Her head. Her head? You were between her thighs but now. 'tis my conceit, I do now mean to go downwards again, and meet where I left in the middle. Her head is Opal, neck of sapphire, Breast Carbuncles, shine like a fire. And the naked truth to tell you, The very mother of Pearl her belly: How can she chose but hear my groans, That is composed of precious stones. I marry Sir. Now if you liked you may. A word with you Sir, pray what d'ee think of your pupil. I think nothing Sir. But deal ingeniously, your opinion. Shall I tell you? Pray Sir. Nothing. I think so too, what doth my Brother mean to make this fond Election. For my own part you hear me say nothing, but the good parts and qualities of men are to be valued. This fellow's a Knave, I smell him. Some thing has some savour. When you please, name your own time I'm ready to be married at midnight. About a seven-night hence. Let it be 3. or 4. I care not how soon, is breakfast ready. It waits upon you. I do love to eat and drink in a morning, though I fast all day after. I'll follow brother. we'll both attend. This opportunity, let my covetous eye, Take to enrich itself, but first prepare With reverence, as to an Altar bring No careless but Religious beams along With you to this new object, this small paper Carries the volume of my humane fate I hold my destiny, betwixt two fingers And thus am I wrapped up without a name Being or expectation of world's joy More than this table (when the curtains drawn) Presents in Character to my thirsty eye sight, Hail thou ambassador from thine and my Mistress, bringing peace or unkind war Thou Emblem of her whiteness which I kiss And thus again salute. Then he's alone. So leave us. Coming from her Can it be guilty of defiance to me Had she not meant me happy she had given My letter to the flame, and with it I In those thin ashes had been buried, Nor had she deigned this answer with the circumstance At my receiving prompts me to believe Gracious the gentle messenger command it Not as a thing she wooed a public, but With eyes full of suspicion which had been Needless, had she contemned my service. So smilingly departed, Thus I sent my paper Which what but love taught her to imitate Without a superscription, Oh Clare welcome, Welcome to that heart dance i'thy bosom If thou be'st a friend and canst rejoice to know me Happy, you thought me ridiculous and that I did With too much flattery of myself, expound your story Had I been like thee of Frosty apprehension and cold Phlegmatic judgement, I had missed a blessing That wanton Iove would have been Rival for Dost see this paper?
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Oh, I will rise by degrees. Her foote is feat with Dyamond toes But shee with legs of Ruby goes: Thighes Loadstones, and doe draw vnto her The Iron pinne of any wooer. Pretious conceit. Her head. Her head? You were betweene her thighes but now. T'is my conceit, I doe now meane to goe downewards agen, and meete where I left in the middle. Her head is Opall, necke of Saphyre, Breast Carbuncles, shine like a fire. And the naked truth to tell you, The very mother of Pearle her belly: How can shee chose but heare my groanes, That is composed of precious stones. I marry Sir. Now if you lik't you may. A word with you Sir, pray what dee thinke of your pupill. I thinke nothing Sir. But deale ingeniously, your opinion. Shall I tell you? Pray Sir. Nothing. I thinke so too, what doth my Brother meane to make this fond Election. For my owne part you heare me say nothing, but the good parts and qualities of men are to be valued. This fellow's a Knaue, I smell him. Some thing has some sauour. When you please, name your owne time I'me ready to be married at midnight. About a seavennight hence. Let it be 3. or 4. I care not how soone, is breakefast ready. It waites vpon you. I doe loue to eate and drinke in a morning, though I fast all day after. Ile follow brother. Wee'le both attend. This opportunity, let my couetous eye, Take to enrich it selfe, but first prepare With reuerence, as to an Alter bring No carelesse but Religious beames along With you to this new obiect, this small paper Carries the volume of my humane fate I hold my destiny, betwixt two fingers And thus am I wrapt vp without a name Being or expectation of worlds ioy More then this table (when the curtaines drawne) Presents in Character to my thirsty eye sight, Hayle thou embassadour from thine and my Mistris, bringing peace or vnkind warre Thou Embleme of her whitenesse which I kisse And thus againe salute. Then hee's alone. So leaue vs. Comming from her Can it be guilty of defiance to me Had shee not meant me happy shee had giuen My letter to the flame, and with it I In those thinne ashes had beene buried, Nor had shee dain'd this answere with the circumstance At my receiuing prompts mee to beleeue Gratious the gentle messenger command it Not as a thing shee woo'd a publique, but With eyes full of suspition which had beene Needlesse, had shee contenm'd my seruice. So smilingly departed, Thus I sent my paper Which what but loue taught her to imitate Without a superscription, Oh Clare welcome, Welcome to that heart daunce i'thy bosome If thou beest a friend and canst reioyce to know mee Happie, you thought me ridiculous and that I did With too much flattery of my selfe, expound your story Had I beene like thee of Frosty apprehension and cold Phlegmaticke iudgement, I had mist a blessing That wanton Iove would haue beene Riuall for Dost see this paper?