Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.80 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I might indeed. And carried news To the distressed Ghosts, but I am merciful, But do not you mistake me, for I do not This out of any extraordinary Former good will, only to save your life. There be so many beams convenient, And you may slip out of the world before We are aware, beside you dwell to near The River, if you should be melancholy After some tides, you would come in, and be More talked off then the Pilchards, but I ha' done: You sha'not go to hell for me, I now Am very serious, and if you please To think well of me instantly we'll marry, I'll see how I can love you afterward, shall's to the Priest? By your good favour, no I am in no such tune. You do suspect I jeer still? by my troth I am in earnest. To save my life you are content to marry me, Yes. To save thy life, I will not be troubled with thee! How? No Madam jeer all, I am now resolved, Talk, and talk out thy heart, I won't lose myself a scruple, ha' you no more letters, They're pretty mirth, would I knew who subscribed My name. I am so far from hanging of myself, That I will five yet to be thy tormenter, Virtue I thank thee for't, and for the more Security, I'll never dote again; Nor marry, nor endure the imaginations Of your frail sex, this very height I will Be fitted for you all, I'll geld myself, 'Tis something less than hanging, and when I Have carved away all my concupiscence, Observe but how I'll triumph, nay I'll do't, And there were no more men in the world. Sir, sir, as you love goodness I'll tell you all, first hear me, and then execute, You won't be so foolish, I do love you. I hope so, that I may revenge thy peevishness. My heart is full, and modesty forbids I should use many words, I see my folly, You may be just, and use me with like cruelty, But if you do I can instruct myself, And be as miserable indeed as I Made you in supposition, my thoughts Point upon no sensuality, remit What's past, and I will meet your best affection, I know you love me still, do not refuse me. If I go once more back, you ne'er recover me. I am as ticklish. Then let's clapped up wisely, While we are both i'th' humour, I do find A grudging, and your last words stick in my stomach Say is't a Match? speak quickly, or for ever Hereafter hold your peace. Done! Why done! Seal and deliver. My hand and heart, this shall suffice till morning. Each others now by conquest, come let's to 'em If you should false now. Hold me not worth the hanging.
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I might indeed. And carried news To the distressed Ghosts, but I am mercifull, But doe not you mistake me, for I do not This out of any extraordinary Former good will, only to save your life. There be so many beames convenient, And you may slip out of the world before We are aware, beside you dwell to neere The River, if you should be melancholy After some tides, you would come in, and be More talkt off then the Pilchards, but I ha done: You sha'not go to hell for me, I now Am very serious, and if you please To thinke well of me instantly weele marry, Ile see how I can love you afterward, Shal's to the Priest? By your good favour, no I am in no such tune. You do suspect I ieere still? by my troth I am in earnest. To save my life you are content to marry me, Yes. To save thy life, I will not be troubled with thee How? No Madam jeere all, I am now resolv'd, Talke, and talke out thy heart, I wo'not lose My selfe a scruple, ha you no more letters, They're pretty mirth, wou'd I knew who subscrib'd My name▪ I am so farre from hanging of my selfe, That I will five yet to be thy tormenter, Vertue I thanke thee for't, and for the more Security, Ile never doe againe; Nor marry, nor endure the imaginations Of your fraile sex, this very hight I will Be fitted for you all, Ile geld my selfe, 'Tis something lesse then hanging, and when I Have carv'd away all my concupiscence, Observe but how Ile triumph, nay Ile doo't, And there were no more men in the world. Sir, sir, as you love goodnes Ile tell you all, first heare me, and then execute, You wonot be so foolish, I doe love you. I hope so, that I may revenge thy peevishnes. My heart is full, and modesty forbids I should use many words, I see my folly, You may be just, and use me with like cruelty, But if you doe I can instruct my selfe, And be as miserable indeed as I Made you in supposition, my thoughts Point upon no sensuality, remit What's past, and I will meete your best affection, I know you love me still, do not refuse me. If I goe once more backe, you nere recover me. I am as ticklish. Then lets clapt up wisely, While we are both i'th humor, I do finde A grudging, and your last words sticke in my stomack Say ist a Match? speake quickely, or for ever Hereafter hold your peace. Done! Why done! Seale and deliver. My hand and heart, this shall suffice till morning. Each others now by conquest, come lets to e'm If you should false now. Hold me not worth the hanging.