Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.78 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
VAcation still: so little custom comes To buy our Merchandise, and fill our rooms, It would persuade us but for after hope Of better takings quite to shut up shop. But what's the reason? have we no good ware? Or do the sights and motions in the fair Please better with their cheap rates? 'tis not fit That we should set so low a prize on wit. For what we shall present you with today The Bride, we wish you not t'expect a play, Wherein a nestle-cock, or youth o'th' town (Borne to more state than wit) 's a gallant grown: When one amongst you laughing at the elf And at his gullery, thinks upon himself. Perhaps there will be some concluding that A person or a place is pointed at; Such make that satire which the pure intent Of th' author meant but harmless merriment; Who only labours here in what he can T'express a Citizen a Gentleman. Mark well the weaving and the dressing, then Liking the stuff we hope you'll come again. I Say, no more of this, I'll have no brow contracted into wrinkles Upon my wedding day: A day of mirth; And thou stand'st like a melancholic figure Of weeping penitence, when joy should dress Thy cheeks in dimples; it is prodigious That thou shouldst only Wear mourning at my nuptials, that have fostered Thee from an Infant; bred thee to a man; Ranked thee with Gentlemen, and made thee thought To be what thou appear'st; and thou to grieve For what I count my happiness! Pray sir construe it Th' expression of my duty. To your love Were I possessed of many selves I owe them. That love hath caused this passion out of fear Your reputation in the act will suffer Rumor is apt to prey upon occasion: And if the rude mouths of the multitude Catch hold on a report, they'll multiply it; And make it. grow to scandal. You an old man Will marry a young woman. Who calls me old! Dost thou? Now by my beard (Is't not turned black again? I should be loath To swear by a false colour) I am young, Like a new spring grown out of a barren winter. I've likewise strength and activeness: look here else. Beshrew't, the floor's uneven: would 'twere mended Ple have my cornes cut too. Childe we must dance Always at weddings. Am I again a Bridegroom! And shall I not be lusty? Pray Sir, do not Flatter your weakness, and decay of strength. Your age begins to grow to a disease: And can you then express such youthful appetite Without being censured? Pray no more dissuasion Besides my will there is a reason for it: And thou hast cause to joy, She brings a portion Will be a large addition to thy state, Which I but live t'increase. I have no heir Save thee? nor will get any: shalt have all.
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VAcation still: so little custome comes To buy our Merchandize, and fill our roomes, It would perswade us but for after hope Of better takings quite to shut up shop. But what's the reason? have we no goodware? Or doe the sights and motions in the fayre Please better with their cheape rates? 'tis not fit That we should set so low a prize on wit. For what we shall present you with to day The Bride, we wish you not t'expect a play, Wherein a nesslecock, or youth oth' towne (Borne to more state then wit)'s a gallant growne: When one amongst you laughing at the elfe And at his gullery, thinks upon himselfe. Perhaps there will be some concluding that A person or a place is pointed at; Such make that satire which the pure intent Of th' author meant but harmelesse merriment; Who only labours here in what he can T'expresse a Citizen a Gentleman. Marke well the weaving and the dressing, the Liking the stuffe we hope you'l come agen. I Say, no more of this, I'le have no brow contracted into wrincles Upon my wedding day: A day of mirth; And thou stand'st like a mellancholick figure Of weeping penitence, when joy should dress Thy cheekes in dimples; it is prodigious That thou should'st only Weare mourning at my nuptials, that have foster'd Thee from an Infant; bred thee to a man; Ranckt thee with Gentlemen, and made thee thought To be what thou appear'st; and thou to grieve For what I count my happinesse! Pray' sir conster it Th' expression of my duty. To your love Were I possest of many selves I ow them. That love hath caus'd this passion out of fear Your reputation in the act will suffer Rumor is apt to prey upon occasion: And if the rude mouthes of the multitude Catch hold on a report, they'l multiply it; And make it. grow to scandale. You an old man Will marry a young woman. Who cals me old! Dost thou? Now by my beard (Is't not turn'd black agen? I should be loath To sweare by a false coluor) I am young, Like a new spring grown out of a barren winter. I' ave likewise strength and activenesse: looke here else. Bshrew't, the floor's uneven: would 'twere mended Ple have my cornes cut too. Childe we must dance Alwayes at weddings. Am I agen a Bridegrome! And shall I not be lusty? Pray Sir, do not Flatter your weaknesse, and decay of strength. Your age begins to grow to a disease: And can you then expresse such youthfull appetite Without being censur'd? Pray no more diswasion Besides my will there is a reason for it: And thou hast cause to joy, Shee brings a portion Will be a large addition to thy state, Which I but live t'encrease. I have no heire Save thee? nor will get any: shalt have all.