Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.77 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
There lives not then a friend Dares love you like Aurelio, that Aurelio, Who fair and early; often said and truly, Your marriage with Spinella would entangle As much th'opinion due to your discretion, As your estate, it hath done so to both. I find it hath. He who prescribes no law, No limits of condition to the objects Of his affection; but will merely wed A face because 'tis round, or limbed by nature In purest red and white, or at the best, For that his mistress owes an excellence Of qualities, knows when and how to speak, Where to keep silence, with fit reasons why, Whose virtues are her only dowry, else In either kind, aught of himself to master Such fortunes as as add fuel to their loves For otherwise:— but herein I am idle, Have fooled to little purpose. She's my wife. And being so, it is not manly done To leave her to the trial of her wits, Her modesty, her innocence, her vows. This is the way that points her out an art Of wanton life. Sir, said ye? You form reasons, Just ones, for your abandoning the storms Which threaten your own ruin; but propose No shelter for her honour; what my tongue Hath uttered, Auria, is but honest doubt, And you are wise enough in the construction. Necessity must arm my confidence, Which if I live to triumph over friend, And ere come back in plenty, I pronounce Aurelio heir of what I can bequeath. Some fit deduction for a worthy widow, Allowed with caution, she be like to prove so. Who? I your heir? your wife being yet so young, In every probability so forward To make you a father? leave such thoughts. Believe it, Without replies Aurelio: keep this note, A warrant for receiving from Mariano Two hundred Ducats; as you find occasion Dispose them in my absence to Spinella. I would not trust her uncle, he good man, Is at an ebb himself, another hundred I left with her, a fourth I carry with me, Am I not poor, Aurelio, now? exchange Of more debates between us, would undo My resolution: Walk a little prithee, Friends we are, and will embrace: but let's not speak Another word. I'll follow you to your horse. With her own hand. She never used my Lord, A second means, but kissed the letter first, overlooked the superscription: then let fall Some amorous drops, kissed it again, talked to it twenty times over, set it to her mouth, Then gave it me, then snatched it back again, Then cried, oh my poor heart, and in an instant Commend my truth and secrecy, such medley Of passion yet, I never saw in woman. In woman? thouart deceived; but that we both Had mothers, I could say how women are, In their own natures, models of mere change: Of change of what is nought, to what is worse, She fed ye liberally.
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There lives not then a friend Dares love you like Aurelio, that Aurelio, Who and early; often ſayd and truly, Your marriage with Spinella would entangle As much th'opinion due to your diſcretion, As your eſtate, it hath done ſo to both. I finde it hath. He who preſcribes no law, No limits of condition to the objects Of his affection; but will meerly wed A face becauſe tis round, or limb'd by nature In pureſt red and white, or at the beſt, For that his miſtreſſe owes an excellence Of qualities, knowes when and how to ſpeake, Where to keepe ſilence, with fit reaſons why, Whoſe vertues are her onely dowre, elſe In either kinde, ought of himſelfe to maſter Such fortunes as as adde fuell to their loves For otherwiſe:—but herein I am idle, Have foold to little purpoſe. She's my wife. And being ſo, it is not manly done To leave her to the triall of her wits, Her modeſtie, her innocence, her vowes. This is the way that poynts her out an art Of wanton life. Sir, ſayd yee? You forme reaſons, Iuſt ones, for your abandoning the ſtormes Which threaten your owne ruine; but propoſe No ſhelter for her honour; what my tongue Hath utterd, Auria, is but honeſt doubt, And you are wiſe enough in the conſtruction. Neceſſitie muſt arme my confidence, Which if I live to triumph over friend, And ere come back in plentie, I pronounce Aurelio heire of what I can bequeath. Some fit deduction for a worthy widow, Allowd with caution, ſhe be like to prove ſo. Who? I your heire? your wife being yet ſo young, In every probability ſo forward To make you a father? leave ſuch thoughts. Believe it, Without replies Aurelio: keepe this note, A warrant for receiving from Two hundred Ducats; as you finde occaſion Diſpoſe them in my abſence to Spinella. I would not truſt her uncle▪ hee good man, Is at an ebbe himſelfe, another hundred I left with her, a fourth I carry with me, Am I not poore, Aurelio, now? exchange Of more debates between us, would undoe My reſolution: Walke a little prithee, Friends we are, and will embrace: but let's not ſpeake Another word. Ile follow you to your horſe. With her owne hand. She never us'd my Lord, A ſecond meanes, but kiſt the letter firſt, Orelookt the ſuperſcription: then let fall Some amorous drops, kiſt it againe, talkt to it Twentie times over, ſet it to her mouth, Then gave it me, then ſnatch'd it backe againe, Then cryd, oh my poore heart, and in an inſtant Commend my truth and ſecreſie, ſuch medly Of paſſion yet, I never ſaw in woman. In woman? th'art deceav'd; but that we both Had mothers, I could ſay how women are, In their owne natures, modells of meere change: Of change of what is naught, to what is worſe, She fed ye liberally.