Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Ariadne's crown's awry too, two main-stars That held it fast are slipped out. Send it presently To Gallatteo the Italian Star-wright he'll set it right again with little labour. Thou art a pretty Scholar. I hope I shall be, Have I swept your books so often to know nothing? I hear thou art married. It hath pleased your father To match me to a maid of his own choosing, I doubt her constellation's loose too, and wants nailing, And a sweet farm he has given us a mile off Sir, Marry thyself to understanding, Andrew, These women are Errata in all Authors, They're fair to see to, and bound up in velum, Smooth, white and clear, but their contents are monstrous; They treat of nothing, but dull age and diseases. Thou hast not so much wit in thy head, as there is On those shelves Andrew. I think I have not Sir. No, if thou hadst thou'dst ne'er have married a woman In thy bosom, they're Cataplasmes made o'th' deadly sins, I ne'er saw any yet but mine own mother, Or if I did, I did regard them, but As shadows that pass by of under Creatures. Shall I bring you one? I'll trust you with my own wife; I would not have your brother go beyond ye, theyare the prettiest natural Philosophers to play with. No, no, th' are optics to delude men's eyes with. Does my younger brother speak any Greek yet, Andrew? No, but he speaks high Dutch, and that goes as daintily. Reach me the books down I read yesterday, And make a little fire, and get a manchet, Make clean those instruments of brass I showed you, And set the great Sphere by, then take the fox tail And purge the books from dust, last take your Lily, And get your part ready. Shall I go home Sir? My wife's name is Lily, there my best part lies, Sir. I mean your Grammar, O thou dunderhead! Wouldst thou be ever in thy wives Syntaxis? Let me have no noise, nor nothing to disturb me, I am to find a secret. So am I too, Which if I do find, I shall make some smart for't. THis is the day my daughter Angellina, The happy, that must make you a fortune, A large and full one, my great care has wrought it, And yours must be as great to entertain it, Young Eustace is a Gentleman at all points, And his behaviour affable and courtly, His person excellent, I know you find that, I read it in your eyes, you like his youth, Young handsome people should be matched together, Then follows handsome Children, handsome fortunes, The most part of his father's state, my Wench, Is tied in jointure, that makes up the harmony, And when y'are married he's of that soft temper, And so far will be chained to your observance, That you may rule and turn him as you please. What are the writings drawn on our side, Sir?
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Ariadne's crown's awry too, two maine-starres That held it fast are slipp'd out. Send it presently To Gallatteo the Italian Star-wright Hee'll set it right againe with little labour. Thou art a pretty Scholar. I hope I shall be, Have I swept your bookes so often to know nothing? I heare thou art marryed. It hath pleas'd your father To match me to a maide of his owne choosing, I doubt her constellation's loose too, and wants nailing, And a sweet farme he has given us a mile off Sir, Marry thy selfe to understanding, Andrew, These women are Errata in all Authours, They're faire to see to, and bound up in vellam, Smoothe, white and cleare, but their contents are monstrous; They treat of nothing, but dull age and diseases. Thou hast not so much wit in thy head, as there is On those shelves Andrew. I thinke I have not Sir. No, if thou had'st thould'st nere have marryed a woman In thy bosome, they're Cataplasmes made oth' deadly sinnes, I nere saw any yet but mine owne mother, Or if I did, I did regard them, but As shadowes that passe by of under Creatures. Shall I bring you one? Ile trust you with my owne wife; I would not have your brother goe beyond ye, Th'are the prettiest naturall Philosophers to play with. No, no, th' are opticks to delude mens eyes with. Does my younger brother speake any Greeke yet, Andrew? No, but he speakes high Dutch, and that goes as daintily. Reach me the bookes downe I read yesterday, And make a little fire, and get a manchet, Make cleane those instruments of brasse I shew'd you, And set the great Sphere by, then take the foxe tayle And purge the bookes from dust, last take your Lilly, And get your part ready. Shall I goe home Sir? My wives name is Lilly, there my best part lyes, Sir. I meane your Grammar, O thou dunderhead! Would'st thou be ever in thy wives Syntaxis? Let me have no noise, nor nothing to disturbe me, I am to finde a secret. So am I too, Which if I doe finde, I shall make some smart for't. THis is the day my daughter Angellina, The happy, that must make you a fortune, A large and full one, my great care has wrought it, And yours must be as great to entertaine it, Young Eustace is a Gentleman at all points, And his behaviour affable and courtly, His person excellent, I know you finde that, I reade it in your eyes, you like his youth, Young handsome people should be match'd together, Then followes handsome Children, handsome fortunes, The most part of his fathers state, my Wench, Is ti'd in joynture, that makes up the harmony, And when y'are marryed hee's of that soft temper, And so farre will be chain'd to your observance, That you may rule and turne him as you please. What are the writings drawne on our side, Sir?