Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.74 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
What the Deowl ails the lymmer loon, been thy brains broke louse trow I. Sick a waddin was there never i' Loncoshire as ween couple at on Monday newest. away awaw, say ye this sickerly, or done you but jaum me? I jaum thee not nor flam thee not, 'tis all as true as book, here's both our Masters have consented and concluded, and our Mistresses must yield to it, to put awe house and land and awe they have into our hands. away, awaw. And we must marry and be master and dame of awe. away, awaw. And theyn be our Sojourners, because they are weary of the world, to live in frendibleness, and see what will come on't. away, awaw, agone. Nay 'tis true Parnell, here's both our hands on't, and give you joy. And ours too, and 'twill be fine Ifackins. Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw! Here's a mad business towards. I will bespeak the Guests. And I the meat: I'll dress the dinner, though I drip my sweat. My care shall sumptuous parrelments provide. And my best art shall trickly trim the Bride. Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw. I'll get choice music for the merriment. And I will wait with wonder the event. Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw. HOe! well met, well met. Meg. What new device, what dainty strain More for our mirth now then our gain, Shall we in practice put. Nay dame, Before we play another game. We must a little laugh and thank Our feat familiars for the prank They played us last. Or they will miss Us in our next plot, if for this They find not their reward. 'Tis right. Therefore sing Maud, and call each spright. Come away, and take thy duggy, Come my Mamilion like a Puggy, And come my puckling take thy teat, Your travels have deserved your meat. Now upon the churl's ground On which we're met, let's dance a round; That Cocle, Darnell, Poppia wild, May choke his grain, and fill the field. Now spirits fly about the task, That we projected in our Mask. Now let us laugh to think upon The feat which we have so lately done, In the distraction we have set In Seely's house; which shall beget Wonder and sorrow 'mongst our foes, Whilst we make laughter of their woes. Ha, ha, ha! I can but laugh now to foresee, The fruits of their perplexity. Of Seely's family? ay, ay, ay, the Father to the Son doth cry, The Son rebukes the Father old; The Daughter at the mother Scold, The wife the husband check and chide, But that's no wonder, through the wide World 'tis common. But to be short, The wedding must bring on the sport Betwixt the harebrained man and maid, Master and dame that overswayed. Ha, ha, ha! Enough, enough, Our sides are charmed, or else this stuff Would laughter-crack them; let's away About the jig. we dance today, To spoil the Hunter's sport.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What the Deowl ayles the lymmer lowne, bin thy braines broke lowse trow I. Sick a waddin was there never i' Loncoshire as ween couple at on Monday newst. Awa awaw, sayn yeou this sickerly, or done you but jaum me? I jaum thee not nor flam thee not, 'is all as true as booke, here's both our Masters have consented and concloyded, and our Mistresses mun yeild toyt, to put aw house and lond and aw they have into our hands. Awa, awaw. And we mun marry and be master and dame of aw. Awa, awaw. And theyn be our Sijourners, because they are weary of the world, to live in frendiblenesse, and see what will come on't. Awa, awaw, agone. Nay 'tis true Parnell, here's both our hands on't, and give you joy. And ours too, and 'twill be fine Ifackins. Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw! Here's a mad businesse towards. I will bespeake the Guests. And I the meat: I'le dresse the dinner, though I drip my sweat. My care shall sumptuous parrelments provide. And my best art shall trickly trim the Bride. VVhaw, whaw, whaw, whaw. Ile get choyce musick for the merriment. And I will waite with wonder the event. VVhaw, whaw, whaw, whaw. HOe! well met, well met. Meg. VVhat new devise, what dainty straine More for our myrth now then our gaine, Shall we in practice put. Nay dame, Before we play another game. VVe must a little laugh and thanke Our feat familiars for the pranck They playd us last. Or they will misse Vs in our next plot, if for this They find not their reward. 'Tis right. Therefore sing Mawd, and call each spright. Come away, and take thy duggy, Come my Mamilion like a Puggy, And come my puckling take thy teat, Your travels have deserv'd your meat. Now upon the Churles ground On which we're met, lets dance a round; That Cocle, Darnell, Poppia wild, May choake his graine, and fill the field. Now spirits fly about the taske, That we projected in our Maske. Now let us laugh to thinke upon The feat which we have so lately done, In the distraction we have set In Seelyes house; which shall beget VVonder and sorrow 'mongst our fos, VVhilt we make laughter of their woes. Ha, ha, ha! I can but laugh now to foresee, The fruits of their perplexity. Of eely's family? I, I, I, the Father to the Sonne doth cry, The Sonne rebukes the Father old; The Daughter at the mother Scold, The wife the husband check and chide, But that's no wonder, through the wide VVorld 'tis common. But to be short, The wdding must bring on the sport Betwixt the hare-brayn'd man and mayd, Master and dame that over-sway'd. Ha, ha, ha! Enough, enough, Our sides are charm'd, or else this stuffe VVould laughter-cracke them; let's away About the Iig. we dance to day, To spoyle the Hunters sport.