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 T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Within two minutes Gentlemen, I have discovered happier symptoms. What crotchets be these, the fellows mad I think. Oh look Sensible seek everywhere About the chamber, I ha' lost the letter Aymwell sent me, if we should be Discovered, we are quite undone, what's that in thy hand, A letter. Whence. I know not 'twas left here, and Breines having some business to dispatch requested me to deliver it. Let me see't. To the right worshipful Sir George Richly, I see him coming, lose no time, employ thy diligence to search for mine, I will deliver this. I shall Mistress. My father presses me to marry Treedle Short time's allowed for the prevention My good angel assist me, here's a letter Sir. Whence. I know not, your servant Breines received it. What's here— daughter do not you know whence this letter came? Not I Sir. You cannot be so ignorant. What means my father? You are familiar with the Contents. I beseech you Sir have no suspicion.— I'll read it to you, Mr. Aymwell; I received your letter, and praise your apprehension, upon the first view of your person, I conceived opinion of your merit, the flame is now too great to be suppressed, it is no time to protract your hopes nor dishonour in me to yield upon noble conditions at the first summon, I accept your love, and require your industry to prevent my father's purpose, my servant Sensible you may trust, I will use some invention to delay my expected marriage, farewell. My harsh fate. d'ye know this character, where's my man Brains. Your man devil. Did your worship call? Oh my best servant. Does not thy very soul blush to deceive me. What's the matter Mistress. hear me I beseech you. I'th' height and puzze of my care to make Thee, happy? to conspire thy overthrow I won't hear. Good Sir. This was your work you can read. And write too the superscription of a Letter or so. Where's Sensible For your good service to your Mistress housewife Pack up your trinkets, I here discharge you. I hope you are Sensible. Oh wench my father hath my letter. Yours? And I mistaking sealed and returned Aymwell that which he sent. How came he by't. Talk not of that, Oh for some art to help us. Let me council you not to express any violence in your passions, lest you mar the possibility of reclaiming her, it seems Aymwell has missed the intelligence, where shame is enforced too much upon the delinquent, it begets rather an audacious defence of the sin, than repentance, soft rain slides to the root, and nourishes, where great storms make a noise, wet but the skin a'th' earth, and run away in a channel. A most rare project. It will appear the same, both made together Which since my sister's death I have worn. Which of my cares reward'st thou with this folly. Sir can you pardon?
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Within two minutes Gentlemen, I haue discovered happier symptomes. What crotchets be these, the fellowes mad I thinke. Oh looke Sensible seeke euery where About the chamber, I ha lost the letter Aymwell sent me, if we should be Discouer'd, we are quite vndone, whats that in thy hand, A letter. Whence. I know not t'was left heere, and Breines hauing some businesse to dispatch requested me to deliuer it. Let me see't. To the right worshipfull Sir George Richly, I see him comming, loose no time, employ thy diligence to search for mine, I will deliuer this. I shall Mistris. My father presses me to marry Treedle Short time's allowed for the preuention My good angell assist me, here's a letter Sir. Whence. I know not, your seruant Breines receiued it. What's here — daughter doe not you know whence this letter came? Not I Sir. You cannot bee so ignorant. What meanes my father? You are familiar with the Contents. I beseech you Sir haue no suspition. — I'le read it to you, Mr. Aymwell; I receiued your letter, and praise your apprehension, vpon the first view of your person, I conceiu'd opinion of your merit, the flame is now too great to bee supprest, it is no time to protract your hopes nor dishonour in mee to yeild vpon noble conditions at the first summon, I accept your loue, and require your industry to preuent my fathers purpose, my seruant Sensible you may trust, I will vse some inuention to delay my expected marriage, farewell. My harsh fate. De'e know this charracter, where's my man Braines. Your man deuill. Did your worship call? Oh my best seruant. Does not thy very soule blush to deceiue me. What's the matter Mistris. Here me I beseech you. I'th height and puzze of my care to make Thee, happie? to conspire thy ouerthrow I wo'not heare. Good Sir. This was your worke you can read. And write too the superscription of a Letter or so. Where's Sensible For your good seruice to your Mistris housewife Packe vp your trinckets, I here discharge you. I hope you are Sensible. Oh wench my father hath my letter. Yours? And I mistaking seal'd and return'd Aymwell that which he sent. How came he by't. Talke not of that, Oh for some art to helpe vs. Let me councell you not to expresse any violence in your passions, least you marre the possibility of reclayming her, it seemes Aymwell ha's mist the intelligence, where shame is inforc'd too much vpon the delinquent, it begets rather an audacious defence of the sin, then repentance, soft raine slides to the root, and nourishes, where great stormes make a noyse, wet but the skin a'th earth, and runne away in a channell. A most rare proiect. It will appeare the same, both made together Which since my sisters death I haue worne. Which of my cares reward'st thou with this folly. Sir can you pardon?