Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.71 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Yes honey suckle, and do as much for them one day, if things stand right as they should stand, Bill, Pigeon do; thou'st be my catamountain, and I thy sweet briar, Honey, we'll lead you to kind examples (pretty ones) believe it, and you shall find us, one in one, whiles hearts do last. Ever mine own, and ever. Well said old Touch hole. All happiness, all joy. A plenteous issue, A fruitful womb— Thou hast a blessing Secco. Indeed a' has Sir, if ye know all, as I conceive you know enough, if not the whole: for you have (I may say) tried me to the quick, through and through, and most of my carriage, from time to time. 'Twould wind-break a moil, or a ringed mare, to vie burdens with her. What's that you mumble, Gelding, shey. Nothing forsooth, but that y'are bouncing couple well met, and 'twere pity to part ye, though you hung together in a smoky chimney. 'Twere e'en pity indeed, Spadone, nay thou'st a foolish loving nature of thine own, and withheld well to plain dealings o' my conscience. Thank your Brideship— your Bawdship. Our sister is not merry. Sadness cannot Become a Bridal harmony. At a wedding, free spirits are required. You should dispense With serious thoughts, now Lady. Well said Gentlefolks. Fie Castamela sie, A dance, a dance. By any means, the day is not complete else. Indeed He be excused, By no means, Lady. We are all suitors. With your pardons, spare me For this time, grant me licence to look on. Command your pleasures, Lady,— every one hand Your Partner— nay, Spadone, must make one. These merriments are free. With all my heart, I'm sure I am not the heaviest In the company. Strike up for the honour of the Bride and Bridegroom. So, so, here's art in motion: on all parts, Ye have bestirred ye nimbly, I could dance now, e'en till I dropped again; but want of practice Denies the scope of breath or so, yet sirrah, My catamountain, do not I trip quickly, And with a grace too, sirrah. Light as a feather. Sure you are not without a stick of Licorice in your pocket forsooth; you have I believe stout lungs of your own, you swim about so roundly without rubs; 'tis a tickling sight to be young still. Madam Morosa? Child. To you in secret. That earwig scatters the troop now, I'll go near to fit'em. My Lord upon my life. Then we must sever. Ladies and gentlemen, your ears. Oh 'twas ever a wanton monkey— a' will wriggle into a starting hole so cleanly— and it had been on my wedding day,— I know what I know. sayst so Spadone? Nothing, nothing, I prate sometimes beside the purpose, whoreson lecherous weasel? Look, look, look how officious the little knave is— but— Why? there's the business, butts on one's forehead, are but scurvy butts. Spadone, discharge the fiddlers instantly.
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Yes honey suckle, and doe as much for them one day, if things stand right as they should stand, Bill, Pigeon doe; thou'st be my Cattamountaine, and I thy sweet bryer, Honey, wee'l lead you to kind examples (pretty ones) believe it, and you shall find us, one in one, whiles hearts doe last. Ever mine owne, and ever. Well said old Touch hole. All happinesse, all joy. A plenteous issue, A fruitfull wombe—Thou hast a blessing Secco. Indeed a' ha's Sir, if yee know all, as I conceive you know enough, if not the whole: for you have (I may say) tryed me to the quick, through and through, and most of my carriage, from time to time. 'Twould wind-break a moyle, or a ring'd mare, to vie burthens with her. What's that you mumble, Gelding, shey. Nothing forsooth, but that y'are bouncing couple well met, and 'twere pitty to part yee, though you hung together in a smoakie chimney. 'Twere eene pitty indeed, Spadone, nay tha'st a foolish loving nature of thine own, and withest wel to plaine dealings o' my conscience. Thank your Brideship—your Bawdship. Our sister is not merry. Sadnesse cannot Become a Bridall harmony. At a wedding, free spirits are required. You should dispence With serious thoughts, now Lady. Well said Gentlefolks. Fie Castamela sie, A dance, a dance. By any meanes, the day is not compleat else. Indeed He be excus'd, By no meanes, Lady. We are all suitors. With your pardons, spare me For this time, grant me licence to looke on. Command your pleasures, Lady,—every one hand Your Partner—nay, Spadone, must make one. These merriments are free. VVith all my heart, I'me sure I am not the heaviest In the company. Strike up for the honour of the Bride and Bridegroome. So, so, here's art in motion: on all parts, Yee have bestir'd yee nimbly, I could dance now, Ecne till I dropt againe; but want of practice Denies the scope of breath or so, yet sirrah, My Cattamountaine, doe not I trip quickly, And with a grace too, sirrah. Light as a feather. Sure you are not without a stick of Licorice in your pocket forsooth; you have I believe stout lungs of your owne, you swim about so roundly without rubs; 'tis a tickling sight to be young still. Madam Morosa? Childe. To you in secret. That eare-wig scatters the troope now, Ile goe neer to fit'em. My Lord upon my life. Then we must sever. Ladies and gentlemen, your eares. Oh 'twas ever a wanton monkey—a' will wriggle into a starting hole so cleanely—and it had bin on my wedding day,—I know what I know. Saist so Spadone? Nothing, nothing, I prate sometimes beside the purpose, whoreson lecherous weezill? Looke, looke, looke how officious the litle knave is—but— VVhy? there's the businesse, Buts on ones forehead, are but scurvie Buts. Spadone, discharge the fidlers instantly.