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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Oh me, I can endure it no longer, that word strikes cold to my heart: were I an enemy, and she had vanquished me, I would not yield to such Articles. I'll propose these conditions to her father, and see if he will allow them in all conscience to be reasonable. Master Careless promised to be here instantly. I'll tell him what a fine youth he has to his Uncle. Here is the Gulf that I wallows all my Land: And to this desperate Whirlpit am I reeling. And there's the smooth stream that must guide me to it. Were I as provident, as was Ulysses, That Siren there might sing me to my ruin. Save you fair Lady. Save you Master Careless. Will you hear me speak any wise sentences? I am now as discreet in my conceit, As the seven sophies of Greece, I am full Of Oracles, I am come from Apollo, Would he had lent me his Tripos to stand upon; For my two legs can hardly carry me. Whence come you, from Apollo? From the heaven Of my delight, where the boon Delphic God, Drinks sack, and keeps his Bacchanalias, And has his incense, and his Altars smoking, And speaks in sparkling prophecies; thence do I come. My brains perfumed with the rich Indian vapour, And heightened with conceits: from tempting beauties, From dainty Music and Poetic strains, From bowls of Nectar, and Ambrosiac dishes: From witty Varlets, fine Companions, And from a mighty continent of pleasure, sails thy brave Careless. Where's your father Lady? I thought I had been worthy salutation. These Ceremonies are abolished with me. I kiss none but my Punk, but in this humour, I'll kiss anybody. I'll marry thee; But not a penny jointure. Where I love, I will not stand upon conditions. I would accept this invitation, But thy father is a Usurer, a Iew. And if I marry in his tribe I shall thrive, And I hate thriving. I am come to mortgage, To pawn, or sell Lady. Do you want money? Do I want money? let me construe this. 'tis a good promising question, and requires A sober politic answer, yes I want money. I have not ready coin; but there's a jewel Will fetch you twenty pound. But do you dare trust me? I give it freely. Then I say thy father, In getting thee has redeemed all his sin. She has confirmed my love, and I will marry her. Let me survey it well, 'tis an Amethyst. Why do you ask? Because they say that stone Has secret virtue in it to recover, A man that's intoxicated, and I do find That I am not so drunk, as I was. O Master Careless here has been your Uncle A wooing to me. What that piece of stockfish, That has kept Lint thus long, would have young flesh now. If he could get it. 'tis such a rank Goat.
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Oh me, I can endure it no longer, that word ſtrikes cold to my heart: were I an enemy, and ſhee had vanquiſht mee, I would not yield to ſuch Articles. Ile propoſe theſe conditions to her father, and ſee if hee will allow them in all conſcience to be reaſonable. Maſter Careleſſe promis'd to bee here inſtantly. Ile tell him what a fine youth he has to his Vncle. Here is the Gulph that I wallowes all my Land: And to this deſperate Whirlepit am I reeling. And there's the ſmooth ſtreame that muſt guide me to it. Were I as provident, as was Ʋliſſes, That Syren there might ſing me to my ruine. Saue you faire Lady. Saue you Maſter Careleſſe. Will you heare me ſpeake any wiſe ſentences? I am now as diſcreet in my conceit, As the ſeven Sophyes of Greece, I am full Of Oracles, I am come from Apollo, Would he had lent me his Tripos to ſtand upon; For my two legges can hardly carry me. Whence come you, from Apollo? From the heaven Of my delight, where the boone Delphicke God, Drinkes ſacke, and keepes his Bacchanalias, And has his incenſe, and his Altars ſmoaking, And ſpeakes in ſparkeling propheſies; thence doe I come. My braines perfum'd with the rich Indian vapour, And heightned with conceits: from tempting beauties, From dainty Muſicke and Poeticke ſtraines, From bowles of Nectar, and Ambroſiacke diſhes: From witty Varlets, fine Companions, And from a mighty continent of pleaſure, Sayles thy braue Careleſſe. Where's your father Lady? I thought I had beene worthy ſalutation. Theſe Ceremonies are aboliſht with me. I kiſſe none but my Punke, but in this humour, Ile kiſſe any body. Ile marry thee; But not a penny joynture. Where I loue, I will not ſtand upon conditions. I would accept this invitation, But thy father is a Vſurer, a Iew. And if I marry in his tribe I ſhall thriue, And I hate thriving. I am come to morgage, To pawne, or ſell Lady. Doe you want money? Doe I want money? let me conſter this. Tis a good promiſing queſtion, and requires A ſober politicke anſwer, yes I want money. I haue not ready coyne; but there's a jewell Will fetch you twenty pound. But doe you dare truſt me? I giue it freely. Then I ſay thy father, In getting thee has redeemed all his ſinne. She has confirm'd my loue, and I will marry her. Let me ſurvay it well, tis an Amethiſt. Why doe you aske? Becauſe they ſay that ſtone Has ſecret vertue in it to recover, A man that's intoxicated, and I doe find That I am not ſo drunke, as I was. O Maſter Careleſſe here has beene your Vncle A woing to me. What that peece of ſtockfiſh, That has kept Lint thus long, would haue young fleſh now. If hee could get it. Tis ſuch a ranke Goat.