Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I do protest. Come, you flatter me. May I perish then, if ever thought was Harboured in this breast, That did intend you harm; Your Father hath consented you shall be mine; Your Mother still holds off: but having yours, I care not who withstands; I am fixed your Servant and true Lover. And I thine, in spite of Father, Mother, kinsfolks, Friends; thy Anne will ne'er forsake thee. Then here my dearest, do I plight a vow, And swear by thy own virtuous grace and sweetness, By those entrammeled Rays, those star-like eyes Endymion blushes on; those Ruby lips, Where a red Sea of kisses is divided By rocks of pearl, by these joined hands, and all things That have tied my love to thine; I'll ne'er forsake thee. Slightall, My vow is fixed, no more, my Father. I have overheard all, My blessing on you both: Slightall, I love thee, and am glad thouhast sped; How I have pleaded for thee, Minion, you know. Father I do, pray you for a while Conceal it from my Mother. Fear not that wench, how I have laboured with her You know well, but no consent from her, it is impossible: What I have stored for thee high Heaven does know, But 'tis my love, which still continues to this wayward Girl Who never could have pleased her Father better Than in this mutual and conjoined assent. Further I would proceed, but see, my wife Consorted with a stranger. Sir, here's a gentleman (Slightall so near?) Desires your conference (no device at all To shift him hence?) His business craves dispatch, And is of serious urgence; 'twould become Your modesty to spare us some few minutes, Since it no whit concerns you. He shall stay, he's now ingraft a scion in our Family: Therefore what us concerns must needs touch him, Son, son, be constant to your place I charge you. Son? Remove for no man, now sir speak your mind. What in a place so public? Yes, even here. A place more private would become my message, And give it gentle hearing. Pray with draw, it comes from a great man. Came it from on of the Guard, from Sir Iohn Falstaff? Nay, Hercules himself; with bombast limbs It should have public audience. Daughter, a word. Now your big man, name him I pray. From the young Lord Skales. I cry you mercy, my honourable friend, I pray What service will't please him to command us? Listen unto't, 'tis all for your preferment. Fear and doubt perplex me equally. The Lord my Master, to whom the fame of Your fair daughter's beauty hath thronged by infinite Tongues, hath in his breast Took such a strong impression, that he's pleased (So your consent and his may parallel) To make her his fair Bride. How spoke you that? You shall be a great Lady. His fair Bride? And take place of all Knights wives in the Shire.
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I doe proteſt. Come, you flatter mee. May I periſh then, if ever thought was Harbour'd in this breſt, That did intend you harme; Your Father hath conſented you ſhall be mine; Your Mother ſtill holds off: but having yours, I care not who withſtands; I am fixt your Servant and true Lover. And I thine, in ſpight of Father, Mother, kinſfolkes, Friends; thy Anne will ne're forſake thee. Then here my deareſt, doe I plight a vow, And ſweare by thy owne vertuous grace and ſweetneſſe, By thoſe intrammell'd Raies, thoſe ſtar-like eyes Endymion bluſhes on; thoſe Ruby lippes, Where a red Sea of kiſſes is divided By rocks of pearle, by theſe joyn'd hands, and all things That have tyed my love to thine; Ile ne're forſake thee. Slightall, My vow is fix'd, no more, my Father. I have over-heard all, My bleſſing on you both: Slightall, I love thee, and am glad th'haſt ſped; How I have pleaded for thee, Minion, you know. Father I doe, pray you for a while Conceale it from my Mother. Feare not that wench, how I have labour'd with her You know well, but no conſent from her, it is impoſſible: What I have ſtor'd for thee high Heaven does know, But 'tis my love, which ſtil continues to this wayward Girle Who never could have pleaſ'd her Father better Then in this mutuall and conjoyn'd aſſent. Further I would proceed, but ſee, my wife Conſorted with a ſtranger. Sir, here's a gentleman (Slightall ſo neere?) Deſires your conference (no deviſe at all To ſhift him hence?) His buſineſſe craves diſpatch, And is of ſerious urgence; 'twould become Your modeſty to ſpare us ſome few minutes, Since it no whit concernes you. He ſhall ſtay, hee's now ingraft aſcien in our Family: Therefore what us concernes muſt needs touch him, Sonne, ſonne, be conſtant to your place I charge you. Sonne? Remove for no man, now ſir ſpeake your mind. What in a place ſo publique? Yes, even here. A place more private would become my meſſage, And give it gentle hearing. Pray with draw, it comes from a great man. Came it from on of the Guard, from Sir Iohn Falſtaffe? Nay, Hercules himſelfe; with bumbaſt limbes It ſhould have publique audience. Daughter, a word. Now your bigge man, name him I pray. From the yong Lord Skales. I cry you mercy, my honourable friend, I pray What ſervice will't pleaſe him to command us? Liſten unto't, 'tis all for your preferment. Feare and doubt perplex me equally. The Lord my Maſter, to whom the fame of Your faire Daughters beauty hath throng'd by infinite Tongues, hath in his breaſt Tooke ſuch a ſtrong impreſſion, that hee's pleaſ'd (So your conſent and his may paralell) To make her his faire Bride. How ſpake you that? You ſhall be a great Lady. His faire Bride? And take place of al Knights wives in the Shiere.