Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
As I would in death unto my Confessor. Then I am lost, Now baser than this fellow termed himself, To him that was on earth most miserable: I am now become a Vassal, Nay, despised, I that but once today, thought myself rival, For face and virtue, to the peerless Queen, Both these have prostituted to a slave, To be more slave than he, but shall he thus Behold in me this passion to usurp Triumph in my disgrace, and boast abroad Of this so poor a conquest? No Peirocella recollect thyself, Preserve thy honour, though against thy spirit, And where thy heart is sick, complain thy heel, Let not thy seene grief please him. Home and retire, Why should you strive thus to undo one that's already conquered? Poor exile! oh, with what slight attribute Shall I devise to give thee expression? Thou all that baseness thou hast termed thyself, Thou look'st now I should whine and pale and weep Hang 'bout thy neck, submit, and kneel for grace, As if thou wert that brave man so reported! Know I am no such Creature, neither think I There can be aught good in thee, saving this Which was the last, that thou hast plighted me, To one more worthy one, whose very shadow I prize, above thy being, one whose actions Were never taxed in any thing save this To ransom such a— what thou knowest thyself Him I'll both love and marry, hence, depart: Oh heaven, how far my tongue speaks from my heart! I would 'twere but a dream, than there were hope I might be once a wake and so see day, But night is lodged within me, night perpetual Darker than the Cimmerian, all my lights Have only been mere flashes that precede Tempestuous cracks of thunder. Now 'tis time To rouse him from his slumber, worthy friend How have you sped this day in my behalf? As you would wish. You need not speak't again. You aver no more than what my ears have witnessed, In which you have used such fidelity, I needs most freely must acquit all debts Twixt you and me, and there Ingeniously Confess myself in rearage. Oh I still, And evermore, must owe you. But If you, Would add a second to this courtesy, I should report you for the constantest friend That ever strived to exceed in gratitude. Name it I pray you, having one thing done, I now am in at all things. Upon your honour. That which you have bought, And paid for, with your money. That no more, I charge you by our love. Why, I have done: What I shall ever rue, may give it motion, I being new all for action. Only this, For some occasions to myself best known, And which I now entreat you not inquire, But prosecute, that Priest shall marry us: For your disguise, and all things fitting to't, Leave it to my discretion to contrive, And this is all I enjoin.
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As I would in death unto my Confessor. Then I am lst, Now bar than this fellow tearm'd himselfe, To him that was on earth most miserable: I am now become a Vassaile, Nay, despis'd, I that but once to day, thought my selfe rivall, For face and vertue, to the peerclesse Queen, Both these have prostituted to a slave, To be more lave than hee, but shall he thus Behold in me this passion to usurpe Triumph in my disgrace, and boast abroad Of this so poore a conquest? No Peirocella recollect thy selfe, Preserve thy honor, though against thy spirit, And where thy heart is sicke, complaine thy heele, Let not thy seene griefe please him. Home and retire, Why should you strive thus to undoe one that's allready conquer'd? Poore exile! oh, with what slight attribute Shall I devise to give thee expression? Thou all that baenesse thou hast tearm'd thy selfe, Thou look't now I should whine and ple and weepe Hang 'bout thy necke, submit, and kneele for grace, As if thou wert that brave man so reported! Know I am no such Creature, neither thinke I There can be ought good in thee, saving this Which was the last, that thou hast plighted me, To one more worthy one, whose very shadow I prize, above thy beeing, one whose actions Were never taxt in any thing save this To ransome such a—what thou knowest thy selfe Him I'le both love and marry, hence, depart: Oh heaven, how far my tongue speaks from my heart! I would 'twere but a dream, then there were hope I might be once a wake and so see day, But night is lodg'd withn me, night perpetuall Darker than the Cierian, all my lights Have only beene mere flashes that precede Tempestuous crackes of thunder. Now'tis time To rowze him from his slumber, worthy friend How have you sped this day in my behalfe? As you would wish. You neede not speak't againe. You averre no more then what my eares have witnest, In which you have us'd such fidelity, I needs most freely must acquit all debts Twixt you and mee, and there Ingeniously Confesse my selfe in reradge. Oh I still, And ever-more, must owe you. But If you, Would add a second to this curtesie, I should report you for the constantst friend That ever striv'd to exceede in gratitude. Name it I pray you, having one thing done, I now am in at all things. Vpon your honour. That which you have bought, And pay'd for, with your money. That no more, I charge you by our love. Why, I have done: What I shall ever rue, may give it motion, I being new all for action. Onely this, For some occasions to my selfe best knowne, And which I now intreate you not inquire, But prosecute, that Priest shall marry us: For your disguise, and all things fitting too't, Leave it to my discretion to contrive, And this is all I injoyne.