Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
thouhast lent unto mine age a score of years, More than ere nature promised, by thy loving This Noble Prince; thouart his then? His— to prove it; hence Thou from me; ne'er more behold mine eyes. Now find I, that a Lover's heart last dies. ay, ay, so, so; If it die, it shall be buried. Good reverend Sir, stay you, and as you witness This my divorce, so shall you seal my contract. I will, your pleasure. Fiametta, Make choice thyself of thine own wedding day. Tomorrow be it, Loves poison is delay, Gallants, pray stir betimes, and rouse your Mistresses; Let some invite Lord Vanni and his Lady; we dine today with Lord Iacomo, Thither let's hasten: Sir, this holy man, Shall be this night my confessor; about midnight, Expect my sending for you. Your devotion Commands my service. W'are least i'th' friar's stead. The Prince be your confessor; girl prepare To play the bride tomorrow, and then being laid, One night passed o'er think ne'er to rise a maid. No more of compliment, my Lord Gentili; Such noble welcomes have we had this day, We must take blushing leaves, cause we can pay Nothing but thanks. That's more than the whole debt comes to, ne'er saw I tables crowned with braver store; I know no man that spends my nor gives more, And yet a full sea still: why yonder fellow, The brave mock-prodigal has spent all indeed, He that made beggars proud, begs now himself for need. But who relieves him now? none, for I know He that in riotous feasting, wastes his store, Is like a fair tree which in summer bore Boughs laden till they cracked, with leaves and fruit; Whose plenty lasting, all men came unto 't; And plucked and filled their laps and carry away; But when the boughs grow bare, and leaves decay: And the great tree stands sapless, withered dry, Than each one casts on it a scornful eye, And grieves to see it stand, nay do not grieve, Albeit the Axe down to the root it cleave; The fall of such a tree, will I beware, I know both when to spend, and when to spare. 'Tis nobly spoke Nay good my Lord make haste. Here's a child lost i'th' staying. Get 2. at night for't. What is the bride yet dressed? She's rigging Sir. 'Tis well, music? from whence? What chambers that? It joins close to the Lodgings of the bride. Inquire. If she be ready, Mutio, say her bridegroom Attends on her below. I shall my Lord. Tarry, she looks herself out. Come, come loiterer; Fair welcome to your grace, and to that Prince, That should have been my bridegroom. Should ha' been? Is the Moon changed already? In her changes the Moon is constant, man is only varying, And never in one Circle long is tarrying, But one man in the moon at once appears, Such praise (being true to one) a woman bears. Take thou that praise and to this Prince be true, Come down and marry him.
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T'hast lent unto mine age a score of yeares, More then ere nature promis'd, by thy loving This Noble Prince; th'art his then? His—to prove it; hence Thou from mee; ne're more behold mine eyes. Now finde I, that a Loversheart last dies. I, I, so, so; If it die, it shall be buried. Good reverend Sir, stay you, and as you witnesse This my divorce, so shall you seale my contract. I will, your pleasure. Fyametta, Make choice thy selfe of thine owne wedding day. To morrow be it, Loves poyson is delay, Gallants, pray stirre betimes, and rowse your Mistresses; Let some invite Lord Vanni and his Lady; Wee dine to day with Lord Iacomo, Thither let's hasten: Sir, this holy man, Shall be this night my confessor; about mid-night, Expect my sending for you. Your devotion Commands my service. W'are least i'th fryers stead. The Prince be your confessor; girle prepare To play the bride tomorrow, and then being laid, Oe night past o're thinke nere to rise a maide. No more of complement, my Lord Gentili; Such noble welcomes have we had this day, We must take blushing leaves, cause we can pay Nothing but thanks. That's more then the whole debt comes to, Ne're saw I tables crown'd with braver store; I know no man that spends my nor gives more, And yet a ful sea still: why yonder fellow, The brave mok-prodigall has spent all indeed, He that made beggers proud, begs now himselfe for need. But who releeves him now? none, for I know He that in riotous feasting, wastes his store, Is like a faire tree which in sommer bore Boughes laden till they crackt, with leaves and fruite; Whose plenty lasting, all men came unto 't; And pluckt and filld their lapps and carry away; But when the boughes grow bare, and leaves decay: And the great tree stands saplesse, wither'd dry, Then each one casts on it a scornfull eye, And grieves to see it stand, nay do not greeve, Albeit the Axe downe to the roote it cleave; The fall of such a tree, will I beware, I know both when to spend, and when to spare. 'Tis nobly spoke Nay good my Lord make hast. Here's a childe lost i'th staying. Get 2. at night for't. What is the bride yet drest? She's rigging Sir. 'Tis well, musicke? from whence? What chambers that? It Ioynesclose to the Lodgings of the bride. Inquire. If she be ready, Mutio, say her bride-groome Attends on her below. I shall my Lord. Tarry, she looks her selfe out. Come, come loiterer; Faire welcome to your grace, and to that Prince, That should have bin my bridegroome. Should ha beene? Is the Moone chang'd already? In her changes the Moone is constant, man is onely varying, And never in one Circle long is tarying, But one man in the moone at once appeares, Such praise (being true to one) a woman beares. Take thou that praise and to this Prince be true, Come downe and marry him.