Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Was ever man that had reason thus transported From all sense and feeling of his proper good? It vexes me, and if I found not comfort In my young Eustace, I might well conclude My name were at a period! he's indeed Sir, The surer base to build on. Eustace. Sir. Your ear in private. I suspect my master Has found harsh welcome, he's gone supperless Into his study; could I find out the cause, It may be borrowing of his books, or so, I shall be satisfied. My duty shall Sir, Take any form you please, and in your motion To have me married, you cut off all dangers The violent heats of youth might bear me to. It is well answered. Nor shall you my Lord, Nor your fair Daughter ever find just cause To mourn your choice of me; the name of husband Nor the authority it carries in it Shall ever teach me to forget to be As I am now her servant, and your Lordships, And but that modesty forbids, that I Should sound the Trump of my own deserts, I could say my choice manners have been such, As render me loved and remarkable To th' Princes of the blood. Nay to the King. Nay to the King and Council. These are Court admirers, And ever echo him that bears the bag, Though I be dull eyed, I see through this juggling. Then for my hopes. Nay certainties. They stand As fair as any man's, What can there fall In compass of her wishes which she shall not Be suddenly possessed of? Loves she titles? By th' grace and favour of my princely friends, I am what she would have me. He speaks well, And I believe him. I could wish I did so. Pray you a word Sir, he's a proper Gentleman, And promises nothing, but what is possible. So far I will go with you, Nay I add, He hath won much upon me, and were he But one thing that his brother is, the bargain Were soon struck up. What's that my Lord? The heir. Which he is not, and I trust never shall be. Come, that shall breed no difference, you see Charles has given o'er the World; He undertake, And with much ease, to buy his birthright of him For a dry-fat of new books; nor shall my state Alone make way for him, but my elder brothers, Who being issueless, t' advance our name, I doubt not will add his; Your resolution? I'll first acquaint my daughter with the proceedings, On these terms I am yours, as she shall be, Make you no scruple, get the writings ready, She shall be tractable; tomorrow we will hold A second conference: Farewell noble Eustace, And you brave Gallants. Full increase of honour Wait ever on your Lordship. The Gout rather And a perpetual megrim.
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Was ever man that had reason thus transported From all sense and feeling of his proper good? It vexes me, and if I found not comfort In my young Eustace, I might well conclude My name were at a period! Hee's indeed Sir, The surer base to build on. Eustace. Sir. Your eare in private. I suspect my master Has found harsh welcome, hee's gone supperlesse Into his study; could I finde out the cause, It may be borrowing of his bookes, or so, I shall be satisfi'd. My duty shall Sir, Take any forme you please, and in your motion To have me married, you cut off all dangers The violent heats of youth might beare me to. It is well answer'd. Nor shall you my Lord, Nor your faire Daughter ever finde just cause To mourne your choice of me; the name of husband Nor the authority it carries in it Shall ever teach me to forget to be As I am now her servant, and your Lordships, And but that modesty forbids, that I Should sound the Trumpe of my owne deserts, I could say my choice manners have beene such, As render me lov'd and remarkable To th' Princes of the blood. Nay to the King. Nay to the King and Councell. These are Court admirers, And ever eccho him that beares the bagge, Though I be dull ey'd, I see through this jugling. Then for my hopes. Nay certainties. They stand As faire as any mans, What can there fall In compasse of her wishes which she shall not Be suddenly possess'd of? Loves she titles? By th' grace and favour of my princely friends, I am what she would have me. He speakes well, And I beleeve him. I could wish I did so. Pray you a word Sir, Hee's a proper Gentleman, And promises nothing, but what is possible. So farre I will goe with you, Nay I adde, He hath woone much upon me, and were he But one thing that his brother is, the bargaine Were soone strucke up. What's that my Lord? The heire. Which he is not, and I trust never shall be. Come, that shall breed no difference, you see Charles has giv'n ore the World; He undertake, And with much ease, to buy his birthright of him For a dry-fat of new bookes; nor shall my state Alone make way for him, but my elder brothers, Who being issuelesse, t' advance our name, I doubt not will adde his; Your resolution? Ile first acquaint my daughter with the proceedings, On these tearmes I am yours, as she shall be, Make you no scruple, get the writings ready, She shall be tractable; tomorrow we will hold A second conference: Farewell noble Eustace, And you brave Gallants. Full increase of honour Wait ever on your Lordship. The Gowt rather And a perpetuall Meagrim.