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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
To try him further, In a churchman's habit, Although he loved thee dearer than his life, At my entreat he married us. White-livered peasant, I have given him a due recompense. But last, And it may stand, writ in the Roll of time, A daring challenge to all Ages. You sent him to bed to your wife. Which tho' I hated him, I must acknowledge Him noble that way. Every way; the World Has lost a jewel, not to be regained By loss of twenty Worlds. But to what purpose did you send him to your wife's bed? My purpose was, having once passed that trial, To have made you man and wife. How could that be, when you were married before? she was never mine, the marriage was not lawful, Done by a Layman; But man's fate, 'tis thrown Above his reach, our hopes are not our own. Ha, ha, ha. Dost laugh at sorrow? Would you have me turn Crocodile, and weep, Ferrers, Mont Ferrers, prithee come help me to laugh a little. Ferrers! my friend alive? By this blood of a Turtle, and that's a chaste oath, he never did. Hast failed thy promise, and abused my trust? Do but name the word, abuse by love, and I'll kill him indeed; what should he do? He came to bed, and for his eyes take, slept with me, yet ne'er so much as kissed me, but I confess, I gave him twenty. To quittance with him thus, I give him thy hand. I ask no more, I have her heart already. Have heart and faith, Noble Mont Ferrers. My daughter chaste, my house honest, and noble Ferrers my Son-in-law; this happens to my further honour indeed. Noble of all sides, and so for joy of your friendly agreement, the Amorous sun is come to give you a hunts-up. Aurora looks red at that, but with the new light, new business meets us, Bonavida's Execution. Ten o'clock, is the last hour his life has to reckon. Please you take part of a short breakfast, we will accompany you. Come Ferrers, now all Trials are confirmed In this Embrace. You have been ever noble. This then is Spain, into which continent You promised to conduct me. Yes, it is. And what this City's name? Civil, the chief of Spain; where I presume You never were till now. As I remember: I never was in Civil, but being here, How shall we best dispose us? Doubt not me: I'll fit you with a lodging; here's a Spaniard, I'll sound him to that purpose. Trust a Woman? trust thy mortgage to an Usurer, thy shoulder to the Mace, or thy bare back to the Beadle, thou wilt be whipped on all sides; a Woman? This fellow, as I recollect myself, Was servant to the noble Bonavida. I know him, 'tis the same.
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To trie him further, In a church-mans habit, Altho' hee lov'd thee dearer then his life, At my intreat hee married us. White-liver'd peasant, I have given him a due recompence. But last, And it may stand, writ in the Rowle of time, A daring challenge to all Ages. You sent him to bed to your wife. Which tho' I hated him, I must acknowledge Him noble that way. Every way; the World Has lost a sewell, not to be regain'd By losse of twenty Worlds. But to what purpose did you send him to your wives bed? My purpose was, having once past that triall, To have made you man and wife. How could that bee, when you were married before? Shee was never mine, the marriage was not lawfull, Done by a Lay-man; But mans fate, 'tis throwne Above his reach, our hopes are not our owne. Ha, ha, ha. Dost laugh at sorrow? Would you have mee turne Crocodile, and weepe, Ferrers, Mont Ferrers, prithee come helpe me to laugh a little. Ferrers! my friend alive? By this blood of a Turtle, and that's a chaste oath, hee never did. Hast fail'd thy promise, and abus'd my trust? Doe but name the word, abuse by love, and Ile kill him indeed; what should hee doe? He came to bed, and for his eyes take, slept with mee, yet ne're so much as kist mee, but I confesse, I gave him twenty. To quittance with him thus, I give him thy hand. I aske no more, I have her heart already. Have heart and faith, Noble Mont Ferrers. My daughter chaste, my house honest, and noble Ferrers my Son-in-law; this happens to my further honor indeede. Noble of all sides, and so for joy of your friendly agreement, the Amorous sunne is come to give you a hunts-up. Aurora lookes red at that, but with the new light, new businesse meetes us, Bonavidaes Execution. Ten a clocke, is the last houre his life has to reckon. Please you take patt of a short breakfast, wee will accompany you. Come Ferrers, now all Tryalls are confirm'd In this Imbrace. You have beene ever noble. This then is Spaine, into which continent You promist to conduct mee. Yes, it is. And what this Cities name? Civill, the chiefe of Spaine; where I presume You never were till now. As I remember: I never was in Civill, but being heere, How shall wee best dispose us? Doubt not mee: Ile fit you with a lodging; Heere's a Spaniard, Ile sownd him to that purpose. Trust a Woman? trust thy morgage to an Vsurer, thy shoulder to the Mace, or thy bare backe to the Beadle, thou wilt bee whipt on all sides; a Woman? This fellow, as I recollect my selfe, Was servant to the noble Bonavida. I know him, 'tis the same.