Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
What? To marry you, which act must make you Lord Of me and my estate, a round possession, Some men have gone to hell for a less matter. But I won't be damned for twenty thousand Such as you are, and every one a million, And I the authority of a Parliament To marry wi'ye all, I would not buy This flesh now I ha' sworn. I think so colonel, Bless me? twenty thousand wives, 'two'd ne'er Come to my turn, and you'd not live to give The tithe benevolence. They would find Pages, fools, or Gentlemen-Vshers. Then upon the matter, You being not willing sir to take your oath, I may be confident you are not honest. Why look upon me Lady, and consider With some discretion what part about me Does look so tame you should suspect me honest, How old d'ee think I am? I guess at thirty. Some i'th' world doubted me not so much, At thirteen I was ever plump and forward, My dry Nurse swore at seven, I kissed like one Of five and twenty, setting that aside, What's my profession? A Soldier So examine a whole army, and find one Soldier that hates a handsome woman, we cannot march Without our bag and baggages, and is it possible, When we come home where women's pride, and all Temptation to wantonness abounds We should lose our activity? You soldiers are brave fellows. When we have our pay, We vow no chastity till we marry, Lady 'tis out of fashion indeed with gentlemen To be honest, and of age together 'tis sufficient, We can provide to take our pleasures too, Without infection, a sound body is A treasure I can tell you, yet if that Would satisfy you, I should make no scruple To swear, but otherwise you must pardon us As we must pardon you. Us sir. Yes you, as if you Ladies had not your vagaries, And martial discipline, as well as we, Your outworks, and redoubts, your court of guard, Your sentries, and perdues, sallies, retreats, Pasties, and stratagems, women are all honest, Yes, yes, exceeding honest; let me ask you One question, I'll not put you to your oath, I do allow you Hyde-park, and Spring-Garden, You have a recreation called the Ball, A device transported hither by some Ladies That affect tennis, what d'ee play a set? There's a foul racket kept under the line, Strange words are bandied, and strange revels Madam. The world imagines so. Nay, y'are all talked of. But if men had no more wit, and honesty, They would let fall their stings on something else, This is discoursed, but when Corantoes fail, Or news at ordinaries, when the phlegmatic Dutch Ha ta'en no Fisher-boats, or our coal-ships land Safe at Newcastle, y'are fine gentlemen, But to conclude of that we met for your honesty, Not justified by an oath, as I expected, Is now suspended, will you swear yet.
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What? To marry you, which act must make you Lord Of me and my estate, a round possession, Some men have gone to hell for a lesse matter. But I wonot be damn'd for twenty thousand Such as you are, and every one a million, And I the authoritie of a Parliament To marry wo'yee all, I wod not buy This flesh now I ha sworne. I thinke so Coronell, Blesse me? twenty thousand wives, two'd nere Come to my turne, and you'd not live to give The tithe benevolence. They would finde Pages, fooles, or Gentlemen-Vshens. Then upon the matter, You being not willing sir to take your oath, I may be confident you are not honest. Why looke upon me Lady, and consider With some discretion what part about me Does looke so tame you should suspect me honest, How old dee thinke I am? I guesse at thirty. Some ith' world doubted me not so much, At thirteene I was ever plumpe and forward, My drie Nurse swore at seven, I kist like one Of five and twenty, setting that a side, Whats my profession? A Souldier So examine a whole army, and finde one Souldier that hates a hansome woman, we cannot march Without our bagge and baggages, and is it possible, When we come home where womens pride, and all Temptation to wantonesse abounds We should lose our activitie? You souldiers are brave fellowes. When we have our pay, We vow no chastitie till we marry, Lady Tis out of fashion indeede with gentlemen To be honest, and of age together tis sufficient, We can provide to take our pleasures too, Without infection, a sound body is A treasure I can tell you, yet if that Would satisfy you, I should make no scruple To sweare, but otherwise you must pardon us As we must pardon you. Vs sir. Yes you, as if you Ladies had not your fagaries, And martiall discipline, as well as we, Your outworkes, and redoubts, your court of guard, Your centries, and perdues, sallies, retreates, Pasties, and stratagems, women are all honest, Yes, yes, exceeding honest; let me aske you One question, Ile not put you to your oath, I doe allow you Hide-Parke, and Spring-Garden, You have a recreation called the Ball, A device transported hither by some Ladies That affect Tenice, what dee play a set? Theres a foule racket kept under the line, Strange words are bandied, and strange revells Madam. The world imagines so. Nay, y'are all talk'd of. But if men had no more wit, and honesty, They wod let fall their stings on something else, This is discours'd, but when Corantaes faile, Or newes at ordinaries, when the phlegmaticke Dutch Ha tane no Fisher-boates, or our Cole-ships land Safe at New-Castle, y'are fine gentlemen, But to conclude of that we met for your honesty, Not justified by an oath, as I expected, Is now suspended, will you sweare yet.