Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Well sir, upon good terms I'll undertake Your son: let's see him. Yet there's more: his wife Sir. I'll undertake her too. Is she mad too? They'll ha' mad children then. Hold you your peace. Alas the danger is they will have none, He takes no joy in her; and she no comfort In him: for though they have been three years wed, They are yet ignorant of the marriage bed, I shall find her the madder of the two then. Indeed she's full of passion, which she utters By the effects, as diversely, as several Objects reflect upon her wandering fancy, Sometimes in extreme weepings, and anon In vehement laughter; now in sullen silence, And presently in loudest exclamations. Come let me see 'em Sir, i'll undertake Her too: ha' you any more? how does your wife? Some other time for her. I'll undertake Her too: and you yourself Sir (by your favour, And some few yellow spots, which I perceive About your Temples) may require some Council. So, he has found him. But my son, my son sir? Now Bab, what news? There's news too much within, For any homebred Christian understanding. How does my son? He is in travail Sir. His fits upon him? Yes, pray Doctor Hughball Play the Man-midwife, and deliver him Of his huge Timpany of news; of Monsters, Pigmies, and Giants, Apes, and Elephants, Griffons, and crocodiles; men upon women, And women upon men; the strangest doings As far beyond all Christendom, as 'tis to't. How, how? Beyond the Moon and Stars I think, Or mount in Cornwall either. How prettily like a fool she talks? And she were not mine own wife, I could be So taken with her. 'Tis most wondrous strange. He talks much of the Kingdom of Cathaya, Of one great Khan, and goodman Prester Iohn, (whate'er they be) and says that Caan's a Clown Unto the Iohn he speaks of. And that Iohn Dwells up almost at Paradise: But sure his mind Is in a wilderness: For there he says Are Geese that have two heads a piece, and Hens That bear more wool upon their backs than sheep. O Mandevile, let's to him Lead the way sir. And men with heads like hounds. Enough, enough. You'll find enough within I warrant ye. And here comes the poor mad gentleman's wife, Almost as mad as he: she haunts me all About the house to impart something to me: Poor heart I guess her grief, and pity her. To keep a Maidenhead three years after Marriage, Under wedlock and key, insufferable! monstrous, It turns into a wolf within the flesh, Not to be fed with Chickens, and tame Pigeons. I could wish maids be warned by't, not to marry Before they have wit to lose their Maidenheads, For fear they match with men whose wits are past it. What a sad look, and what a sigh was there? Sweet Mistress Joyless, how is't with you now? When I shall know I'll tell, pray tell me first, How long have you been married?
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Well sir, upon good termes Ile undertake Your sonne: let's see him. Yet there's more: his wife Sir. Ile undertake her too. Is she mad too? They'll ha' mad children then. Hold you your peace. Alas the danger is they will have none, He takes no joy in her; and she no comfort In him: for though they have bin three yeeres wed, They are yet ignorant of the marriage bed, I shall finde her the madder of the two then. Indeed she's full of passion, which she utters By the effects, as diversly, as severall Objects reflect upon her wandring fancy, Sometimes in extream weepings, and anon In vehement laughter; now in sullen silence, And presently in loudest exclamations. Come let me see 'hem Sir, ile undertake Her too: ha' you any more? how does your wife? Some other time for her. Ile undertake Her too: and you your selfe Sir (by your favour▪ And some few yellow spots, which I perceive About your Temples) may require some Councell. So, he has found him. But my sonne, my sonne sir? Now Bab, what newes? There's newes too much within, For any home-bred Christian understanding. How does my sonne? He is in travaile Sir. His fits upon him? Yes, pray Doctor Hughball Play the Man-midwife, and deliver him Of his huge Timpany of newes; of Monsters, Pigmies, and Gyants, Apes, and Elephants, Griffons, and Crocadiles; men upon women, And women upon men; the strangest doings As farre beyond all Christendome, as tis to't. How, how? Beyond the Moone and Starres I think, Or mount in Cornwall either. How prettily like a foole she talkes? And she were not mine owne wife, I could be So taken with her. 'Tis most wondrous strange. He talks much of the Kingdome of Cathaya, Of one great Caan, and goodman Prester Iohn, (What e're they be) and sayes that Caan's a Clowne Vnto the Iohn he speaks of▪ And that Iohn Dwels up almost at Paradice: But sure his mind Is in a wilder nesse: For there he sayes Are Geese that have two heads a peece, and Hens That beare more wooll upon their backs than sheep. O Mandevile, lets to him Lead the way sir. And men with heads like hounds. Enough, enough. You'll finde enough within I warrant yee. And here comes the poore mad gentlemans wife, Almost as mad as he: she haunts me all About the house to impart something to me: Poore heart I gesse her griefe, and pity her. To keepe a Maiden-head three yeares after Marriage, Vnder wed-locke and key, insufferable! monstrous, It turnes into a wolfe within the flesh, Not to be fed with Chickens, and tame Pigeons. J could wish maids be warn'd by't, not to marry Before they have wit to lose their Maiden-heads, For feare they match with men whose wits are past it. What a sad looke, and what a sigh was there? Sweet Mistris Ioylsse, how is't with you now? When J shall know Jle tell, pray tell me first, How long have you beene married?