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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I thank ''em for it, Long may he study to give me his state. Saw you my Mistress? Yes, she's a sweet young woman, But be sure you keep her from learning. Songs she May have, and read a little unbaked Poetry, Such as the Dabblers of our time contrive, That has no weight nor wheel to move the mind, Nor indeed nothing but an empty sound; She shall have clothes but not made by Geometry, Horses and Coach but of no immortal race; I will not have a Scholar in mine house Above a gentle Reader, They corrupt The foolish women with their subtle problems: I'll have my house called Ignorance, to fright Prating Philosophers from entertainment. It will do well, love those that love good fashions, Good clothes and rich, they invite men to admire ''em, That speak the lisp of Court, Oh 'tis great learning! To ride well, dance well, sing well, or whistle Courtly, theyare rare endowments; that have seen far Countries And can speak strange things, though they speak no truths, For then they make things common. When are you married? Tomorrow, I think, we must have a Masque Boys, And of our own making. 'tis not half an hour's work, A Cupid and a fiddle, and the thing's done, But let's be handsome, shall's be Gods or Nymphs? What, Nymphs with beards? That's true, we'll be Knights then, Some wandering Knights, that light here on a sudden. Let's go, let's go, I must go visit, Gentlemen, And mark what sweet lips I must kiss tomorrow. And how does my Master? Is at's book, peace Coxcomb, That such an unlearned tongue as thine should ask for him! does he not study conjuring too? Have you Lost any plate, Butler? But. No, but I know I shall tomorrow at dinner. Then tomorrow You shall be turned out of your place for't; we meddle With no spirits o'th' Buttery, they taste too small for us; Keep me a pie in folio, I beseech thee, And thou shalt see how learnedly I'll translate him; Shall's have good cheer tomorrow. Excellent, good cheer Andrew. The spite on't is, that much about that time, I shall be arguing, or deciding rather, Which are the Males and Females of red Herrings, And whether they be taken in the red Sea only, A question found out by Copernicus, The learned Motion-maker. I marry, Butler, Here are rare things; a man that looked upon him, Would swear he understood no more than we do. Certain, a learned Andrew. I've so much on't, And am so loaden with strong understanding, I fear, they'll run me mad, here's a new instrument, A metamatical glister to purge the Moon with, When she is laden with cold phlegmatic humours, And here's another to remove the Stars, When they grow too thick in the Firmament. O heavens! why do I labour out my life In a beefpot? and only search the secrets Of a Salad; and know no farther!
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I thanke'm for it, Long may he study to give me his state. Saw you my Mistresse? Yes, shees a sweet young woman, But be sure you keepe her from learning. Songs she May have, and reade a little unbak'd Poetry, Such as the Dablers of our time contrive, That has no weight nor wheele to move the minde, Nor indeed nothing but an empty sound; She shall have cloathes but not made by Geometrie, Horses and Coach but of no immortall race; I will not have a Scholar in mine house Above a gentle Reader, They corrupt The foolish women with their subtle problems: Ile have my house call'd Ignorance, to fright Prating Philosophers from enterteinment. It will doe well, love those that love good fashions, Good clothes and rich, they invite men to admire'm, That speake the lispe of Court, Oh 'tis great learning! To ride well, daunce well, sing well, or whistle Courtly, Th'are rare endowments; that have seene farre Countries And can speake strange things, though they speake no truths, For then they make things common. When are you marryed? To morrow, I thinke, we must have a Masque Boyes, And of our owne making. Tis not halfe an houres worke, A Cupid and a fiddle, and the thing's done, But let's be handsome, shall's be Gods or Nymphs? What, Nymphs with beards? That's true, wee'll bee Knights then, Some wandring Knights, that light here on a sudden. Let's goe, let's goe, I must goe visite, Gentlemen, And marke what sweet lips I must kisse to morrow. And how do's my Master? Is at's booke, peace Coxcombe, That such an unlearn'd tongue as thine should aske for him! Do's he not studie conjuring too? Have you Lost any plate, Butler? But. No, but I know I shall tomorrow at dinner. Then to morrow You shall be turn'd out of your place for't; we meddle With no spirits oth' Buttry, they taste too small for us; Keepe me a pye in folio, I beseech thee, And thou shalt see how learnedly Ile translate him; Shall's have good cheere to morrow. Ex' Lent, good cheere Andrew. The spight on't is, that much about that time, I shall be arguing, or deciding rather, Which are the Males and Females of red Herrings, And whether they be taken in the red Sea onely, A question found out by Copernicus, The learned Motion-maker. I marry, Butler, Here are rare things; a man that look'd upon him, Would sweare he understood no more than we doe. Certaine, a learned Andrew. I've so much on't, And am so loaden with strong understanding, I feare, they'll runne me mad, here's a new instrument, A metamaticall glister to purge the Moone with, When she is laden with cold flegmaticke humours, And here's another to remove the Starres, When they grow too thicke in the Firmament. O heavens! why doe I labour out my life In a beefe-pot? and onely search the secrets Of a Sallad; and know no farther!