Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
News admirable, 'tis, 'tis so— pish I know it, Yet 'a has a kind heart of his own to girls, Young, handsome Girls; yes, yes, so a' may, 'tis granted— a' would now and then be piddling, And play the wanton, like a fly that dallies About a candle's flame: then scorch his wings, Drop down, and creep away, ha? Hardly that too; To look upon fresh beauties, to discourse In an unblushing merriment of words, To hear them play or sing, and see them dance, To pass the time in pretty amorous questions, Read a chaste verse, of love, or prattle riddles, Is th' height of his temptations. Send him joy on't. His choices are not of the courtly train; Nor City's practice; but the country's innocence, Such as are gentle-born, not meanly; such, To whom both gaudiness and apelike fashions Are monstrous; such as cleanliness and decency, Prompt to a virtuous envy, such as study A knowledge of no danger, but themselves. Well, I have lived in ignorance: the ancients, Who chatted of the golden age, feigned trifles. Had they dreamt this, they would have truthed it heaven. I mean an earthly heaven, less it is not. Yet is this Bachelor miracle not free From the epidemical headache. The Yellows. Huge jealous fits, admitting none to enter But me, his page, and Barber, with an Eunuch, And an old guardianess, it is a favour Not common, that the licence of your visits, To your own sister, now and then is wink't at. But why are you his instrument, his Nephew? 'tis ominous in nature. Not in policy. Being his heir, I may take truce a little, With mine own fortunes. Knowing how things stand too. At certain seasons, as the humour takes him, A set of music are permitted peaceably, To cheer their solitariness, provided theyare strangers, not acquainted near the city, But never the same twice, pardon him that; Nor must their stay exceed an hour, or two At farthest; as at this wise wedding, wherefore His Barber is the master to instruct The lasses both in Song and Dance, by him Trained up in either quality. A caution happily studied. Farther to prevent Suspicion, a'has married his young Barber To the old Matron, and withal is pleased, Report should mutter him a mighty man For th'game, to take off all suspicion Of insufficiency, and this strict company A' callscals his bower of Fancies. Yes and properly, Since all his recreations are in Fancy. I'm infinitely taken— sister? marry Would I had sisters in a plenty, Troylo, So to bestow them all, and turn them Fancies. Fancies? Why 'tis a pretty name methinks. Something remains, which in conclusion shortly. Shall take thee fuller— Hark, the wedding jollity! With a bridecake on my life, to grace the nuptials! Perhaps the Ladies will turn Songsters. Silence. Passing neat and exquisite, I protest fair creatures; These honours to our solemnity, are liberal and uncommon; my spouse and myself with our posterity, shall prostitute our services, to your bounties, shalls not duckling?
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Newes admirable, 'tis, 'tis so—pish I know it, Yet 'a has a kind heart of his owne to girles, Young, handsome Girles; yes, yes, so a' may, Tis granted—a' wod now and then be pidling, And play the wanton, like a flie that dallies About a candles flame: then scorch his wings, Drop downe, and creepe away, ha? Hardly that too; To looke upon fresh beauties, to discourse In an unblushing merriment of words, To heare them play or sing, and see them dance, To passe the time in pretty amorous questions, Read a chast verse, of love, or prattle riddles, Is th' height of his temptations. Send him joy on't. His choices are not of the courtly trayne; Nor Citties practice; but the countries innocence, Such as are gentle-borne, not meanely; such, To whom both gawdinesse and apelike fashions Are monstrous; such as cleanelinesse and decency, Prompt to a vertuous envy, such as study A knowledge of no danger, but themselves. Well, I have liv'd in ignorance: the ancients, Who chatted of the golden age, fain'd trisles. Had they dream't this, they would have truth'd it heaven. I meane an earthly heaven, lesse it is not. Yet is this Batchelor miracle not free From the epidemical head-ach. The Yellowes. Huge jealous fits, admitting none to enter But me, his page, and Barber, with an Eunuch, And an old guardianesse, it is a favour Not common, that the licence of your visits, To your owne sister, now and then is wink't at. But why are you his instrument, his Nephew? Tis ominous in nature. Not in policy. Being his heire, I may take truce a little, With mine owne fortunes. Knowing how things stand too. At certaine seasons, as the humor takes him, A set of musicke are permitted peaceably, To cheare their solitarinesse, provided Tu'are strangers, not acquainted neere the city, But never the same twice, pardon him that; Nor must their stay exceed an houre, or two At farthest; as at this wise wedding, wherfore His Barber is the master to instruct The lasses both in Song and Dance, by him Train'd up in either quality. A caution happily studied. Farther to prevent Suspition, a'has married his young Barber To the old Matron, and withall is pleased, Report should mutter him a mighty man For th'game, to take off all suspition Of insufficiency, and this strickt company A'cals his bower of Fancies. Yes and properly, Since all his recreations are in Fancy. I'me infinitely taken—sister? marry Would I had sisters in a plenty, Troylo, So to bestow them all, and turne them Fancies. Fancies? Why 'tis a pretty name methinks. Something remaines, which in conclusion shortly. Shall take thee fuller—Harke, the wedding jollity! With a Bride-cake on my life, to grace the nuptials! Perhaps the Ladies will turne Songsters. Silence. Passing neat and exquisite, I protest faire creatures; These honours to our solemnity, are liberall and uncommon; my spouse and my selfe with our posterity, shall prostitute our services, to your bounties, shals not duckling?