Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Had I known that, I'd have condemned them both, To silence and obscurity. You had then, robbed nature of her best perfection. And that had been a sacrilege. Nay sweet, Your beauty is a thing communicable, And though you do impart, you may retain it. Sir I have summed th'accounts of all your cares, And I do find their number more than weight. Things but of custom with you, and your vows Are but a cloud of wind, and emptiness; Forced by the storm of lust. When it is over, And your thoughts calmed, than you will love that virtue, Which as a tie and Anchor did withhold you, From driving to destruction. So I leave you. That ever any woman should be virtuous; I have enclosed a fire within my breast, Will burn this frame of nature into cinders, Her beauty has surprised me, I am caught In love; by this light, 'twere a mad jest now If I should turn honest, and woe her so: If she persists, I must do so believe't, And hate myself, as long as I live for it. Well I have played so long about the candle, That my wings are singed with it, she is honest I see it, and that something in this age. Out of these doubts some strange thing will arise, A strong disease must have strong remedies. Crochet where are you? I am here sir. Crochet you know, that I am determined to marry my other daughter Aemilia, to old Dotario the Citizen. Yes sir, and then she and I shall be both in one predicament. How so man? Why sir, for aught that I can perceive, she is like to have but a cold reversion, and that's the ordinary allowance for men of my function, there's not so much left of him, as will satisfy a Lady's appetite for once, he is picked to the very bones with age, and diseases. 'tis no matter so long as his purse is well crammed. His purse that she looks after is lank enough I warrant it, it grieves me to the heart, that such a young beginner as my Mistress, should have no better hopes of trading. Belike thou thinkst that Nature is uncharitable in him, no he has benevolence in store for her; what because he is old, I am old myself, man. And if he were older, 'ttwere no great matter. If I were older knave? No sir, if he were older. Why what then? His death would the sooner make her honourable: for having one foot in the bed, and the other in the grave, if she be ruled by me, 'tis but her giving him a lift, and the next turn marry with a Lord. Sayst thou me so? Yes sir, a citizen's wife no sooner casts her rider, but one of your Court gallants mounts her presently. The knave is very pleasant.
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Had I knowne that, I'd haue condemnd them both, To ſilence and obſcurity. You had then, Rob'd nature of her beſt perfection. And that had beene a ſacriledge. Nay ſweet, Your beauty is a thing communicable, And though you doe impart, you may retaine it. Sir I haue ſumm'd th'accounts of all your cares, And I doe find their number more then weight. Things but of cuſtome with you, and your vowes Are but a cloud of wind, and emptineſſe; Forc'd by the ſtorme of luſt. When it is over, And your thoughts calm'd, then you will loue that vertue, Which as a tye and Anchor did withhold you, From driving to deſtruction. So I leaue you. That ever any woman ſhould be vertuous; I haue incloſ'd a fire within my breaſt, Will burne this frame of nature into cinders, Her beauty has ſurpris'd mee, I am caught In love; by this light, twere a mad jeſt now If I ſhould turne honeſt, and woe her ſo: If ſhee perſiſts, I muſt doe ſo beleeu't, And hate my ſelfe, as long as I liue for it. Well I have playd ſo long about the candle, That my wings are ſing'd with it, ſhee is honeſt I ſee it, and that ſomething in this age. Out of theſe doubts ſome ſtrange thing vvill ariſe, A ſtrong diſeaſe muſt have ſtrong remedies. Crochet vvhere are you? I am heere ſir. Crochet you know, that I am determind to marry my other daughter Aemilia, to old Dotario the Citizen. Yes ſir, and then ſhee and I ſhall be both in one predicament. How ſo man? Why ſir, for ought that I can perceive, ſhee is like to haue but a cold reverſion, and thats the ordinary allowance for men of my function, ther's not ſo much left of him, as will ſatisfie a Ladyes appetite for once, hee is pickt to the very bones vvith age, and diſeaſes. Tis no matter ſo long as his purſe is vvell cram'd. His purſe that ſhee lookes after is lanke enough I vvarrant it, it greiues mee to the heart, that ſuch a young beginner as my Miſtriſſe, ſhould have no better hopes of trading. Belike thou thinkſt that Nature is vncharitable in him, no he has benevolence in ſtore for her; vvhat becauſe he is old, I am old my ſelfe, man. And if he vvere older, tvvere no great matter. If I vvere older knave? No ſir, if he vvere older. Why vvhat then? His death would the ſooner make her honourable: for hauing one foote in the bed, and the other in the grave, if ſhee be rul'd by mee, 'tis but her giving him a lift, and the next turne marry with a Lord. Sayſt thou mee ſo? Yes ſir, a Citizens wife no ſooner caſts her rider, but one of your Court gallants mounts her preſently. The knaue is very pleaſant.