Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.79 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
How is this? somebody That meant me well, and knew her appetite To wealth hath told this of me, I'll make use on't; Well Madam, I desired these things more private Till something worth a mine, which I am now Promoving had been perfect to salute you, But I perceive you hold intelligence In my affairs, which I interpret love, And I'll requite it, will you be content Be a countesse for the present. I shall want No honour in your love. When shall we marry? Something must be prepared. A licence, and say no more, How blessed am I, do not blush, I won't kiss your lip, till I ha' brought it. Ha, ha, Scutilla. Be secret still. Canst thou not laugh? Yes Madam you have kept your word, The Knights transported, gone To prepare things for the wedding. How didst thou like the Iron Mills. And the Brass buttons rarely, have you devices To jeer the rest. All the regiment on 'em, or I'll break my bowstrings. Sr. Ambrose Lamount. Away, and let the Swallow enter. Why Sirrah, did I command you give access to none? But Sr. Ambrose Lamount? Whom you know I sent for, Audacious Groom. It is Sir, Madam. It is Sr. Ambrose Coxcomb, is it not, Cry mercy noble sir, I took you muffled For one that every day solicits me To bestow my little dog upon him, but you're welcome, I think I sent for you. It is my happiness To wait your service Lady. I hear say you have vowed to die a Bachelor, I hope it is not true sir. I die a Bachelor? And that you'll turn religious Knight. I turn religious Knight, who has abused me? I would only know the truth, it were great pity, For my own part I ever wished you well, Although in modesty I have been silent, Pray what's o'clock? how's this? I had a dream last night, methought I saw you Dance so exceedingly rarely, that I fell In love. In love with me. With your legs sir. My leg is at your service to come over. I wondered at myself, but I considered, That many have been caught with handsome faces, So my love grew. Upwards. What followed in my dream I ha' forgot. Leave that to finish waking! Since the morning I find some alteration, you know I have told you twenty times I would not love you, But whether 'twere your wisdom or your fate You would not be satisfied, now I know not If something were procured, what I should answer. A licence, say no more. Would were my estate were doubled. For my sake. You have not Purchased since you fell in love? Not much land. Revels have been some charge to you, you were ever A friend to Ladies, pity but he should rise By one, has fallen with so many, had you not A head once? A head? I have one still.
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How is this? some body That meant me well, and knew her appetite To wealth hath told this of me, Ile make use ont; Well Madam, I desir'd these things more private Till something worth a mine, which I am now Promoving had beene perfect to salute you, But I perceive you hold intelligence In my affaires, which I interpret love, And Ile requite it, will you be content Be a countesse for the present. I shall want No honour in your love. When shall we marry? Something must be prepar'd. A licence, and say no more, How blest am I, doe not blush, I wonot kisse your lip, till I ha brought it. Ha, ha, Scutilla. Be secret still. Canst thou not laugh? Yes Madam you have kept your word, The Knights transported, gone To prepare things for the wedding. How didst thou like the Iron Mills. And the Brasse buttons rarely, have you devices To jeere the rest. All the regiment on 'em, or Ile breake my bowstrings. Sr. Ambrose Lamount. Away, and let the Swallow enter. Why Sirra, did I command you give accesse to none▪ But Sr. Ambrose Lamount? Whom you know I sent for, Audacious Groome. It is Sir, Madam. It is Sr. Ambrose Coxcombe, is it not, Cry mercy noble sir, I tooke you muffled For one that every day sollicites me To bestow my little dogge upon him, but you'r welcome, I thinke I sent for you. It is my happinesse To waite your service Lady. I heare say you have vow'd to die a Batchellor, I hope it is not true sir. I die a Batchellor? And that you'le turne religious Knight. I turne religious Knight, who has abus'd me? I would onely know the truth, it were great pittie, For my owne part I ever wish'd you well, Although in modesty I have beene silent, Pray what's a clocke? Howes this? I had a dreame last night, me thought I saw you Dance so exceedingly rarely, that I fell In love. In love with me. With your legges sir. My legge is at your service to come over. I wondred at my selfe, but I considered, That many have beene caught with hansome faces, So my love grew. Vpwards. What followed in my dreame I ha forgot. Leave that to finish waking! Since the morning I finde some alteration, you know I have told you twenty times I would not love you, But whether twere your wisedome or your fate You would not be satisfied, now I know not If something were procur'd, what I should answer. A licence, say no more. Would were my estate were doubled. For my sake. You have not Purchas'd since you fell in love? Not much land. Revells have beene some charge to you, you were ever A friend to Ladies, pitty but he should rise By one, has fallen with so many, had you not A head once? A head? I have one still.