The Night Walker, or The Little Thief · chunk 3 of 39
Fletcher, John / Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1611(?) [revised by Shirley and re-licensed for stage, May 11, 1633] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
You are light Gentlemen, Nothing to weigh your hearts, pray give me leave, I'll come and see, and take my leave. we'll look for you, Do not despair, I have a trick yet. Yes, When I am mischievous I will believe your projects: She is gone, for ever gone, I cannot help it, My hopes and all my happiness gone with her. Gone like a pleasing dream: what mirth and jollity Reigns round about this house? how every office sweets with new joys, can she be merry too? Is all this pleasure set by her appointment? Sure she has a false heart then; still they grow louder The old man's god, his gold, has won upon her (Light hearted Cordial gold) and all my services That offered naked truth, are clean forgotten: Yet if she were compelled, but it cannot be, If I could but imagine her will mine, Although he had her body. He shall come in. Walk without doors o' this day, though an enemy, It must not be. You must compel him Madam. No she shall fetch him in, Nephew it shall be so. It will be fittest. Can fair Maria look again upon me? Can there be so much impudence in sweetness? Or has she got a strong heart to defy me? She comes herself: how rich she is in Jewels! methinks they show like frozen icicles, Cold winter had hung on her, how the Roses That kept continual spring within her cheeks Are withered with the old man's dull embraces? She would speak to me. I can sigh too Lady But from a sounder heart: yes, and can weep too But 'tis for you, that ever I believed you, Tears of more pious value then your marriage; You would encase yourself, and I must credit you, So much my old obedience compels from me; Go, and forget me, and my poverty, I need not bid you, you're too perfect that way: But still remember that I loved Maria, Loved with a loyal love, nay turn not from me, I will not ask a treare more, you are bountiful, Go and rejoice, and I will wait upon you That little of my life left. Good Sir hear me, What has been done, was the act of my obedience And not my will: forced from me by my parents, Now 'tis done, do as I do, bear it handsomely And if there can be more society Without dishonour to my tie of marriage Or place for noble love, I shall love you still, You had the first, the last, had my will prospered; You talk of little time of life: dear Frank, Certain I am not married for eternity, The joy my marriage brings tells me I am mortal And shorter lived than you, else I were miserable; Nor can the gold and ease his age hath brought me Add what I coveted, content, go with me, They seek a day of joy, prithee let's show it Though it be forced, and by this kiss believe me however, I must live at his command now, I'll die at yours.
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You are light Gentlemen, Nothing to weigh your hearts, pray give me leave, Ile come and see, and take my leave. Wee'le looke for you, Doe not despaire, I have a tricke yet. Yes, When I am mischievous I will beleeve your projects: She is gone, for ever gone, I cannot helpe it, My hopes and all my happinesse gone with her. Gone like a pleasing dreame: what mirth and jollitie Raignes round about this house? how every office Swetes with new joyes, can she be merry too? Is all this pleasure set by her appointment? Sure she has a false heart then; still they grow lowder The old mans god, his gold, has wonne upon her (Light hearted Cordiall gold) and all my services That offred naked truth, are cleane forgotten: Yet if she were compel'd, but it cannot be, If I could but imagine her will mine, Although he had her body. He shall come in. Walke without doores o' this day, though an enemy, It must not be. You must compell him Madam. No she shall fetch him in, Nephew it shall be so. It will be fittest. Can faire Maria looke agen upon me? Can there be so much impudence in sweetnesse? Or has she got a strong heart to defie me? She comes her selfe: how rich she is in Jewels! Me thinkes they show like frozen Isicles, Cold winter had hung on her, how the Roses That kept continuall spring within her cheekes Are withered with the old mans dull imbraces? She would speake to me. I can sigh too Lady But from a sounder heart: yes, and can weepe too But tis for you, that ever I beleev'd you, Teares of more pious value then your marriage; You would encase your selfe, and I must credit you, So much my old obedience compells from me; Goe, and forget me, and my povertie, I neede not bid you, y'are too perfect that way: But still remember that I lov'd Maria, Lov'd with a loyall love, nay turne not from me, I will not aske a treare more, you are bountifull, Goe and rejoyce, and I will waite upon you That little of my life left. Good Sir heare me, What has beene done, was the act of my obedience And not my will: forc'd from me by my parents, Now tis done, doe as I doe, beare it hansomely And if there can be more societie Without dishonour to my tie of marriage Or place for noble love, I shall love you still, You had the first, the last, had my will prosper'd; You talke of little time of life: deare Franke, Certaine I am not married for eternity, The joy my marriage brings tells me I am mortall And shorter liv'd then you, else I were miserable; Nor can the gold and ease his age hath brought me Adde what I coveted, 'content, goe with me, They seeke a day of joy, prethee let's show it Though it beforc'd, and by this kisse beleeve me How ever, I must live at his command now, Ile dye at yours.