Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I desire none, only, but silence, you have vouchsafed me a happiness, beyond merit or expectation. Y'are the more beholding to me, and courtesy that comes from a woman freely, is worth twenty pleasures enforced, neither would I have you tax my love of immodesty: nor think I purpose to make you pay for the nursery of another man's pleasure, though it be common with some at Court; I have a kind of thing within me called conscience, only I love you, and out of a compassionate charity purpose to marry you. H'as done't to purpose, I know not how to take you Lady. e'en as you find me, that's with more faults than virtues but see, my father and some of my best friends, to whom I have read the story of my love, come in person to dispatch the Nuptials. Then I presume y'are earnest, sir I must call you father. And never miscall me, if she be thy wife as I think she will be. With your consent. Get hers, it's not a straw matter for mine, and yet to make her no worse than she is, I must needs say she will do any thing she list herself in spite of my beard, my further Honour still: but take her to thee, I thought so, as soon as ever I saw thee smack, I knew 'twould prove a match and now 'tis out, my further honour still. Out before 'tis throughly lighted? such matches were ne'er kindled at Hymen's altar, have you sufficient certificate of my love now? Yes sweet, and now my resolution's wings File with some Feathers: thou the man must join us? Yes, and divide myself from happiness, this hand Must forth my bosom pluck a blessedness And place it in another's,— are you ready? To shake thine Honour, which 'gins faint already, We are, set on, let music speak aloud, At such chaste Unions Iove himself is proud. Awake? or in a dream? I hope the last, The god of marriage would not see his shrine. So much abused, the hallowed lights burn out Themselves in anger, and the Covenant Book Dropped down for shame, my hand shook, and my tongue Like a false evidence before a judge Faltered, and gave itself the lie, and yet My treacherous heart agreed to't, and this habit, Oh, could I throw my grief as easily from me, As I do thee, nere did religious shas, Countenance or shelter such a horrid act. Friend Ferrers— Ha? that very accent, friend, gives my faint fears the he, and writes my act Noble and lawful: had I given him my life 'twas but his own. Will not this Marble weep? Nor shed a tear yet? Not? he quite outdares me, In noble courtesies, all my attempts Like curses shall against the wind fly back In mine own face and soil it. Noble Ferrers Thy manly undertakings half persuade me Th art more than man.
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I deste none, onely, but silence, you have vouehsasfd mee a happinesse, beyond merit or expectation. Y'are the more beholding to me, and curtesie that comes from a woman freely, is worth twenty pleasures infort, neither would I have you taxe my love of immodesty: nor think I purpose to make you pay for the nursery of another mans pleasure, though it be common with some at Court; I have a kind of thing within me cal'd conscience, only I love you, and out of a compassionate charity purpose to marry you. H'as don't to purpose, I know not how to take you Lady. Ene as you find me, that's with more faults than vertues but see, my father and some of my best friends, to whom I have read the story of my love, come in person to dispatch the Nuptialls. Then I presume y'are earnest, sr I must call you father. And never miscall me, if shee be thy wife as I thinke shee will be. With your consent. Get hers, it's not a straw matter for mine, and yet to make her no worse than she is, I must needs say shee will doe any thing she list her selfe in spite of my beard, my further Honour still: but take her to thee, I thought so, as soone as ever I saw thee smacke, I knew 'twould prove a match and now tis out, my further honour still. Out before 'tis throughly lighted? such matches were ner kindled at Hymens altar, have you sufficient certificate of my love now? Yes sweet, and now my resolutions wings File with some Fethers: thou the man must joyne us? Yes, and divide my selfe from happinesse, this hand Must forth my bosom pluck a blessednesse And place it in anothers,—are you ready? To shake thine Honour, which gins faint already, We are, set on, let musickespeake aloud, At such chast Vnions Iove himselfe is proud. Awake? or in a dreame? I hope the last, The god of marriage would not see his shrine. So much abus'd, the hallow'd lights burn out Themselves in anger, and the Cov'nant Booke Dropt downe for shame, my hand shooke, and my tongue Like a false evidence before a judge Faltred, and gave it selfe the lie, and yet My treachrous heart agreed , and this habit, Oh, ould I throw my griefe as easily from me, As I do thee, nere did religious shas, Count nance or shelter such a horrid act. Friend Ferrers— Ha? that very accent, friend, Gies my faint feares the he, and writes my act Nobe and lawfull: had I giv'n him my life 'was but his owne. Will not this Marble weepe? Nor shed a teare yet? Not? he quite outdares me, In nob e curtesies, all my attempts Like curses shall against the winde flie back In mie owne face and soile it. Nob e Ferrers Thy manly undertakings halfe perswade me Th art more than man.