Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
With far more joy Than I would do the wealth of both the Indyes, Thou art above a father to me, Aegon. W'are freed from misery with sense of joy, we are not borne so; oh! my Hylace, It is my comfort now that thou wert hard, And cruel till this day, delights are sweetest? When poisoned with the trouble to attain them. For 'tis but a folly, etc. By your leave, I come to seek a woman, That hath outlived the memory of her youth, With skin as black as her teeth, if she have any, With a face would fright the Constable and his watch Out of their wits (and that's easily done you'll say) if they should meet her at midnight. O! are you there? I thought I smelled you somewhere; Come hither my she Nestor, pretty Truga, Come hither, my sweet Duck. Why? are you not ashamed to abuse me thus, Before this company? I have something more; I come to show the ring before them all; How durst you thus betray us to Melarnus? 'Tis false, 'twas Hylace that overheard you; She told me so; but they are married now. What do you think to flam me? why ho! here's news. Alupis art thou there? forgive my anger, I am the happiest man alive, Alupis, Hylace is mine, here are more wonders too, Thou shalt know all anon. Alupis, give me. Well, rather than be troubled. Alupis welcome, now w'are friends I hope? Give me your hand. And me. With all my heart, I'm glad to see ye have learned more wit at last. This is the Shepherd, Father, to whose care I owe for many favours in the woods, You're welcome heartily; here's everybody Paired of a sudden; when shall's see you married? Me? when there are no ropes to hang myself, No rocks to break my neck down; I abhor To live in a perpetual belfry; I never could abide to have a Master, Much less a Mistress, and I will not marry, Because, I'll sing away the day, For 'tis but a folly to be melancholy, I'll be merry whilst I may. You're welcome all, and I desire you all To be my guests today; a Wedding dinner, Such as the sudden can afford, we'll have, Come will ye walk in Gentlemen? Yes, yes, What crosses have ye borne before ye joined! What seas passed through before ye touched the port! Thus Lovers do, ere they are crowned by Fates With Palm, the tree their patience imitates. THe Author bid me tell you— 'faith, I have Forgot what 'twas; and I'm a very slave If I know what to say; but only this, be merry, that my counsel always is. Let no grave man knit up his brow, and say, 'Tis foolish: why? 'twas a Boy made the Play. Nor any yet of those that sit behind, Because he goes in Plush, be of his mind. Let none his Time, or his spent money grieve, be merry; Give me your hands, and I'll believe. Or if you will not, I'll go in, and see, If I can turn the author's mind, with me To sing away the day, For 'tis but a folly To be melancholy, Since that can't mend the Play.
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With farre more joy Then I would doe the wealth of both the Indyes, Thou art above a father to me, Aegon. W'are freed from misery with sense of joy, Wee are not borne so; oh! my Hylace, It is my comfort now that thou wert hard, And cruell till this day, delights are sweetest? When poysoned with the trouble to attaine them. For 'tis but a folly, &c By your leave, I come to seeke a woman, That hath outlived the memorie of her youth, With skin as black as her teeth, if she have any, With a face would fright the Constable and his watch Out of their wits (and that's easily done you'le say) if they should meet her at midnight. O! are you there? I thought I smelt you somewhere; Come hither my she Nestor, pretty Truga, Come hither, my sweet Duck. Why? are you not asham'd to abuse me thus, Before this company? I have something more; I come to shew the ring before them all; How durst you thus betray us to Melarnus? 'Tis false, 'twas Hylace that over-heard you; Shee told me so; but they are maried now. What doe you thinke to flam me? why ho! here's newes. Alupis art thou there? forgive my anger, I am the happiest man alive, Alupis, Hylace is mine, here are more wonders too, Thou shalt know all anon. Alupis, give me. Well, rather then be troubled. Alupis welcome, now w'are friends I hope? Give me your hand. And me. With all my heart, I'me glad to see yee have learn'd more wit at last. This is the Shepheard, Father, to whose care I owe for many favours in the woods, You're welcome heartily; here's every body Payr'd of a sudden; when shall's see you maried? Me? when there are no ropes to hang my selfe, No rocks to breake my neck downe; I abhorre To live in a perpetuall Belfary; I never could abide to have a Master, Much lesse a Mistris, and I will not marry, Because, I'le sing away the day, For 'tis but a folly to be melancholly, Ile be merry whilst I may. You're welcome all, and I desire you all To be my guests to day; a Wedding dinner, Such as the sudden can afford, wee'le have, Come will yee walke in Gentlemen? Yes, yes, What crosses have yee borne before yee joyn'd! What seas past through before yee touch't the port! Thus Lovers doe, ere they are crown'd by Fates With Palme, the tree their patience imitates. THe Author bid me tell you—'faith, I have Forgot what 'twas; and I'me a very slave If I know what to say; but only this, Bee merry, that my counsell alwayes is. Let no grave man knit up his brow, and say, 'Tis foolish: why? 'twas a Boy made the Play. Nor any yet of those that sit behind, Because he goes in Plush, be of his mind. Let none his Time, or his spent money grieve, Bee merry; Give me your hands, and I'le believe. Or if you will not, I'le goe in, and see, If I can turne the Authors mind, with mee To sing away the day, For 'tis but a folly To bee melancholy, Since that can't mend the Play.