Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Will you not then believe me? pray persuade him, You are his friends. Lady, it will concern You most of all indeed: fear you'll weep To see him dead as well as J. No more, Go forward. I have done, pray be not angry, That still I wish you well, may heaven divert All harms that threaten you, full blessings crown Your Marriage: I hope there is no sin in this; indeed I cannot choose but pray for you, This might have been my wedding-day. Good Heaven I would it were, my heart can tell, I take No joy in being his bride, none in your prayers, You shall have my consent to have him still: I will resign my place, and wait on you, if you will marry him. Pray do not mock me, But if you do, I can forgive you too. Dear Amidea, do not think I mock Your sorrow; by these tears that are not worn By every Virgin on her wedding day; I am compelled to give away myself: Your hearts were promised, but he ne'er had mine: Am not I wretched too? Alas poor Maid, We two keep sorrow alive then, but I prithee When thou art married, love him, prithee love him; For he esteems thee well, and once a day Give him a kiss for me, but do not tell him, 'twas my desire, perhaps 'twill fetch a sigh From him, and I had rather break my heart, But one word more, and heaven be with you all, Since you have led the way, I hope my Lord That I am free to marry too. Thou art. Let me beseech you then, to be so kind After your own solemnities are done, To grace my wedding, I shall be married shortly. To whom? To one whom you have all heard talk of, Your fathers knew him well: one, who will never Give cause I should suspect him to forsake me, A constant lover, one whose lips though cold Distil chaste kisses, though our bridal bed Be not adorned with roses, 'twill be green, We shall have Virgin Laurel Cypress, Ewe, To make us garlands, though no Pine do burn, Our nuptial shall have torches, and our chamber Shall be cut out of marble, where we'll sleep Free from all care for ever: death my Lord I hope shall be my husband, now farewell, Although no kiss, accept my parting tear, And give me leave to wear my willow here. Sciarrha! then I prophesy— Pisano, where's Pisano? Here, Sciarrha. I should have answerd with lesse elmor. But I would not lose my voice, I must be heard, And does concern you, I profess no Augury, I have not quartered out the heavens, to take The flight of birds, nor by inspection Of entrails made a divination. But I must tell you, 'tis not safe to marry. Why? 'twill be fatal, Hymen is gone abroad, And Venus, Lady of your nativity, Is found by wise Astrologers this day I'th' house of death.
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Will you not then beleeve me? pray perswade him, You are his friends. Lady, it will concerne You most of all indeede: feare youle weepe To see him dead as well as J. No more, Goe forward. J have done, pray be not angry, That still J wish you well, may heaven divert All harmes that threaten you, full blessings crowne Your Marriage: J hope there is no sinne in this; Jndeed J cannot choose but pray for you, This might have beene my wedding-day. Good Heaven J would it were, my heart can tell, J take No joy in being his bride, none in your praiers, You shall have my consent to have him still: J will resigne my place, and waite on you, Jf you will marrie him. Pray doe not mocke me, But if you doe, J can forgive you too. Deare Amidea, doe not thinke J mocke Your sorrow; by these teares that are not worne By every Virgin on her wedding day; J am compelld to give away my selfe: Your hearts were promisd, but he ne're had mine: Am not J wretched too? Alas poore Maide, We two keepe sorrow alive then, but J prithee When thou art married, love him, prithee love him; For he esteemes thee well, and once a day Give him a kisse for me, but doe not tell him, Twas my desire, perhaps 'twill fetch a sigh From him, and I had rather breake my heart, But one word more, and heaven be with you all, Since you have led the way, I hope my Lord That I am free to marrie too. Thou art. Let me beseech you then, to be so kinde After your owne solemnities are done, To grace my wedding, I shall bee married shortly. To whom? To one whom you haue all heard talke of, Your fathers knew him well: one, who will never Give cause I should suspect him to forsake mee, A constant lover, one whose lips though cold Distill chast kisses, though our bridall bed Be not adorn'd with roses, twill bee greene, We shall have Virgin Laurell Cipresse, Ewe, To make us garlands, though no Pie do burne, Our nuptiall shall have torches, and our chamber Shall be cut out of marble, where weele sleepe Free from all care for ever: death my Lord I hope shall be my husband, now farewell▪ Although no kisse, accept my parting teare, And give me leave to weare my willow here. Sciarrha! then I prophesie— Pisano, wheres Pisano? Here, Sciarrha. I should have answerd with lesse elmor. But I would not lose my voice, I must be heard, And does concerne you, I professe no Auguie, I have not quarterd out the heavens▪ to take The flight of birds, nor by inspection Of entrailes made a divination. But I must tell you, tis not safe to marrie. Why? Twill be fatall, Hymen is gone abroad, And Venus, Lady of your nativitoe, Is found by wise Astrologers this day I'th house of death.