Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
They marry not, but sell themselves t'a wife, Whom the large dowry tempts, and take more pleasure To hug the wealthy bags than her that brought them. Let them whom nature bestows nothing on Seek to patch up their want by parents' plenty; The beautiful, the chaste, the virtuous, herself alone is portion to herself. By your leave; I come to seek a Daughter. O! are you there, 'tis well. This is her Father, I do conjure you Father, by the love Which parents bear their children, to make up The match betwixt us now, or if you will not Send for your friends, prepare a coffin for me And let a grave be digged, I will be happy, Or else not know my misery tomorrow; You do not think what ill may happen husband, Come, let him have her, you have means enough For him, the wench is fair, and if her face Be not a flatterer, of a noble mind, Although not stock. I do not like this straggling, come along, By your leave Gentlemen, I hope you will Pardon my bold intrusion. You're very welcome. What are you going Bellula? pray stay, Though Nature contradicts our love, I hope That I may have your friendship. Bellula! My father calls; farewell; your name, and memory In spite of Fate, I'll love, farewell. Would you be gone, and not bestow one word Upon your faithful servant? do not all my griefs and troubles for your sake sustained. Deserve, Farewell Florellus? Fare you well then. Alas! how can I, Sweet, unless you stay, Or I go with you? you were pleased ere while To say you honoured me with the next place To Callidorus in your heart, then now I should be first: do you repent your sentence? Or can that tongue sound less than Oracle? Perhaps I am of that opinion still, But must obey my Father. Why Bellula? would you have aught with her Sir? Yes, I would have herself; if constancy And love be meritorious, I deserve her. Why Father, Mother, Sister, Gentlemen, Will you plead for me? Since't must be so, I'll bear it patiently, Shepherd you see how much our son is taken With your fair Daughter, therefore if you think Him fitting for her husband speak, and let it Be made a match immediately, we shall Expect no other dowry than her virtue. Which only I can promise; for her fortune Is beneath you so far, that I could almost Suspect your words, but that you seem more noble. How now, what say you Girl? I only do depend upon your will. And I'll not be an enemy to thy good fortune. Take her Sir, and the Gods bless you. With greater joy than I would take a Crown. The Gods bless you. They have done't already. Lest you should think when time, and oft enjoying Hath dulled the point, and edge of your affection That you have wronged yourself and family, By marrying one whose very name, a Shepherdess, Might fling some spot upon your birth, I'll tell you, She is not mine, nor borne in these rude woods: How! you speak misty wonders.
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They marry not, but sell themselves t'a wife, Whom the large dowry tempts, and take more pleasure To hugge the wealthy bagges then her that brought them. Let them whom nature bestowes nothing on Seeke to patch up their want by parents plenty; The beautifull, the chast, the vertuous, Her selfe alone is portion to her selfe. By your leave; I come to seeke a Daughter. O! are you there, 'tis well. This is her Father, I doe conjure you Father, by the love Which parents beare their children, to make up The match betwixt us now, or if you will not Send for your friends, prepare a coffin for me And let a grave be dig'd, I will be happy, Or else not know my misery to morrow; You doe not thinke what ill may happen husband, Come, let him have her, you have meanes enough For him, the wench is faire, and if her face Be not a flatterer, of a noble mind, Although not stocke. I doe not like this stragling, come along, By your leave Gentlemen, I hope you will Pardon my bold intrusion. You're very welcome. What are you going Bellula? pray stay, Though Nature contradicts our love, I hope That I may have your friendship. Bellula! My father calls; farewell; your name, and memory In spite of Fate, I'le love, farewell. Would you be gone, and not bestow one word Vpon your faithfull servant? doe not all my griefes and troubles for your sake sustaynd. Deserve, Farewell Florellus? Fare you well then. Alas! how can I, Sweet, unlesse you stay, Or I goe with you? you were pleas'd ere while To say you honoured me with the next place To Callidorus in your heart, then now I should be first: doe you repent your sentence? Or can that tongue sound lesse then Oracle? Perhaps I am of that opinion still, But must obey my Father. Why Bellula? would you have ought with her Sir? Yes, I would have her selfe; if constancy And love be meritorious, I deserve her. Why Father, Mother, Sister, Gentlemen, Will you plead for me? Since't must be so, I'le beare it patiently, Shepheard you see how much our son is taken With your faire Daughter, therefore if you thinke Him fitting for her husband speake, and let it Be made a match immediatly, we shall Expect no other dowrie then her vertue. Which only I can promise; for her fortune Is beneath you so farre, that I could almost Suspect your words, but that you seeme more noble. How now, what say you Girle? I only doe depend upon your will. And Ile not be an enemy to thy good fortune. Take her Sir, and the Gods blesse you. With greater joy then I would take a Crowne. The Gods blesse you. They have don't already. Lest you should thinke when time, and oft enjoying Hath dul'd the point, and edge of your affection That you have wrong'd your selfe and family, By marying one whose very name, a Shepheardesse, Might fling some spot upon your birth, I'le tell you, She is not mine, nor borne in these rude woods: How! you speake misty wonders.