Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.81 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
And how and how? The cause depends. No Mistress. Yes, but no Wife. For now she is a Widow. But I resolve— What does she say to thee. she says, I know not what she says, but I must take another course, and yet she is— A creature of much sweetness, if all tongues Be just in her report, and yet 'tis strange Having seven years expected, and so much Remonstrance of her husband's loss at Sea, She should continue thus. What if she should Renew the bond of her devotion For seven years more. You will have time enough, To pay in your affection. I'd make, A voyage to Cassandra's Temple first, And marry a deformed Maid, yet I must Confess she gives me a fair respect. Has she, A hope her Husband may be living yet? I cannot tell; she may have a conceit, Some Dolphin has preserved him in the storm, Or that he may be tenant to some Whale; Within whose belly he may practise lent, And feed on fish, till he be vomited Upon some coast, or having scaped the seas, And bills of Exchange failing, he might purpose To foot it o'er the Alps in his return, And by mischance is fallen among the mice, With whom perhaps he battens upon sleep, Beneath the Snow. This were a Vagary. I know not what to think, or is she not the worse for the coy Lady that lives with her. Her Kinswoman? Such a malicious piece, (I mean to love) 'tis pity any place But a cold Nunnery should be troubled with her; If all maids were but her disciples, we Should have no generation, and the world For want of Children in few years undone by't: Here's one can tell you more, is not that Iarvis The Widow's servant. Whether in such haste man? I am commanded Sir to fetch a Gentleman. To thy Mistress? To give her a heat this morning. I ha' spied him; with your pardon— the servant goes to Laey Good morrow Master Venture. Frank Tryer. You look jocund and high, Venus has been propitious, I dreamed last night thou wert a Bridegroom. Such a thing may be, the wind blows now From a more happy coast, I must leave you, I am sent for, To thy Mistress? Without more ceremony, gentlemen my service farewell. I'll tell thee, I have a Mistress. I believe it And yet I have her not. But you have hope. Or rather certainty. Why, I hear she is A very Tyrant over men. Worse, worse, The needle of a Dial never had So many waverings, but she is touched, And she Points only this way now, true North; I am her Pole. And she your Ursa minor, I laugh to think how other of her Rivals Will look when I enjoy her. youare not yet contracted? No she changed Some amorous tokens, do you see this Diamond? A toy she gave me. 'cause she saw you a Spark.
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And how and how? The cause depends. No Mistresse. Yes, but no Wife. For now she is a Widdow. But I resolve— What does shee say to thee. Shee sayes, I know not what she sayes, but I must tak another course, and yet she is— A creature of much sweetenesse, if all tongus Be just in her report, and yet tis strange Having seven yeares expected, and so much Remonstrance of her Husbands losse at Sea, She should continue thus. What if she should Renew the bond of her devotion For seven yeares more. You will have time nough, To pay in your affection. Ide make, A voyage to Cassanra's Temple first, And marry a deform'd Maide, yet I must Confesse she gives me a faire respect. Has she, A hope her Husband may be living yet? I cannot tell; she may have a conceipt, Some Dolphin has preserv'd him in the storme, Or that he may be tenant to some Whale; Within whose belly he may pracise , And feed on fish, till hee be vomited Vpon some coast, or having scap'd the seas, And billes of Exchange fayling, he might purpose To foote it ore the Alpes in his returne, And by mischance is fallen among the mise, With whom perhappes he battens upon fleepe, Beneath the Snow. This wer a Vagary. I know not what to thinke, or is sh not the worse for the coy Lady that lives with her. Her Kinswoman? Such a malicious peece, (I meane to love) tis pittie any plac But a cold Nunnery should be troubled with her; If all maides were but her disciples, wee Should have no generation, and the world For want of Children in few yeares undone by't: Here's one can tell you more, is not that Iarvis The Widdowes servant. Whether in such hast man? I am commanded Sir to fetch a Gentleman. To thy Mistresse? To give her a heate this morning. I ha spied him; with your pardon—the servant goes to Laey Good morrow Maister Venture. Franke Tryer. You looke iocond and high, Venus has bin propitious, I dreamt last night thou wert a Bridegrome. Such a thing may be, the winde blowes now From a more happie coast, I must leave you, I am sent for, To thy Mistresse Without more ceremony, gentlemen my service-farwell. Ile tell thee, I have a Mistresse. I beleeve it And yet I have her not. But you have hope. Or rather certainty. Why, I heare she is A very Tyrant over men. Worse, worse, The needle of a Diall never had So many wavetings, but she is touch'd, And she Points onely this way now, true North; I am her Pole. And she your Vrsaminor, I laugh to thinke how other of her Rivals Will looke when I enioy her. Yare not yet contracted? No she chang'd Some amorous tokens, do you see this Diamond? A toy she gave me. Cause she saw you a Sparke.