Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Yie marry Lall, and thus shadden it be, there is nought gotten by fawing out, we must favu in or we get nought. The world's well mended here; we cannot but rejoice to see this, Lawrence. And you been welcome to it Gentlemen. And we been glad we han it for you. And I protest I am glad to see it. And thus shan ye see't till our deeing hour. Ween eon leove now for a laife time, the Dewle shouldn't ha' the poor to put us to pieces agone. Why now all's right and straight and as it should be. Yie marry that is it, the good hour be blessed for it, that put the wit into may head, to have a mistrust of that pestilent Codpiece-point, that the witched worch Mal Spencer go me, ah woe worth her, that were it that made awe so nought. Is't possible? Yie marry it were an Enchantment, and about an hour since it come until our hearts to do, what ye think, and we did it. What Parnell? Marry we take the point, and we casten the point into the fire, and the point spittered and spattered in the fire, like an it were (love bless us) a laive thing in the fair; and it hopped and skippet, and wriggled, and frisket in the fair, and crept about laike a worm in the fair, that it were work enough for us both with all the Chimney tools to keep it into the fair, and it stinket in the fair, worsen than any brimstone in the fair. This is wonderful as all the rest. It would ha' scared any that hadden their wits till a seen't, and we werne mad eoht it were deone. And this were not above an hour since, and you cannot devise how we han loved t'one tother by now, ye would e'en bliss your self to see't. Yie an han pit on our working gear, to swink and serve our Master and Mistress like until painful servants agone, as we shudden. 'Tis wondrous well. And are they well again? Yie and weel's laike heane bliss them, they are awas we'll becomed as none ill had ever been aneast'hem; Lo ye, lo ye, as they come. Sir, if a contrite heart struck through with sense Of its sharp errors, bleeding with remorse The black polluted stain it had conceived Of foul unnatural disobedience May yet by your fair mercy find Remission; You shall upraise a Son out o'the gulf Of horror and despair, unto a bliss That shall for ever crown your goodness, and Instructive in my after life to serve you, In all the duties that be fit a son. Enough, enough, good boy, 'tis most apparent We all have had our errors, and as plainly It now appears, our judgements, yea our reason Was poisoned by some violent infection, Quite contrary to Nature. This sounds well.
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Yie marry Lall, and thus shadden it be, there is nought getten by fawing out, we mun faw in or we get nought. The world's well mended here; we cannot but rejoyce to see this, Lawrence. And you been welcome to it Gentlemen. And we been glad we han it for you. And I protest I am glad to see it. And thus shan yeou see't till our deeing houre. Ween eon leove now for a laife time, the Dewle shonot ha the poore to put us to peeces agone. Why now all's right and straight and as it should be. Yie marry that is it, the good houre be blessed for it, that put the wit into may head, to have a mistrust of that pestilent Codpeece-point, that the witched worch Mal Spencer go me, ah woe worth her, that were it that made aw so nought. Is't possible? Yie marry it were an Inchauntment, and about an houre since it come intill our hearts to doe, what yeou thinke, and we did it. What Parnell? Marry we take the point, and we casten the point into the fire, and the point spitter'd and spatter'd in the fire, like an it were (love blesse us) a laive thing in the faire; and it hopet and skippet, and riggled, and frisket in the faire, and crept about laike a worme in the faire, that it were warke enough for us both with all the Chimney tooles to keepe it into the faire, and it stinket in the faire, worsen than ony brimstone in the faire. This is wonderfull as all the rest. It wolld ha scar'd ony that hadden their wits till a seen't, and we werne mad eoht it were deone. And this were not above an houre sine, and you connot devaise how we han lov'd t'on t'other by now, yeou woud en blisse your seln to see't. Yie an han pit on our working geere, to swinke and serve our Master and Maistresse like intill painfull servants agone, as we shudden. 'Tis wondrous well. And are they well agen? Yie and weel's laike heane blisse them, they are awas weel becom'd as none ill had ever beene aneast'hem; Lo ye, lo ye, as they come. Sir, if a contrite heart strucke through with sence Of it's sharpe errors, bleeding with remorse The blacke polluted staine it had conceived Of foule unnaturall disobedience May yet by your faire mercy finde Remission; You shall upraise a Sonne out o'the gulph Of horrour and despaire, unto a blisse That shall for ever crowne your goodnesse, and Instructive in my after life to serve you, In all the duties that be fit a sonne. Enough, enough, good boy, 'tis most apparant We all have had our rrors, and as plainly It now appeares, our judgments, yea our reason Was poyson'd by some violent infection, Quite contrary to Nature. This sounds well.