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.
Now she is on it. Three years forsooth. And truly so have I, we shall agree I see. If you'll be merry. No woman merrier, now I have met with one Of my condition. Three years married say you, ha, ha, ha, What ails she trow? Three years married, Ha, ha, ha. Is that a laughing matter? 'tis just my story. And you have had no child, That's still my story, Ha, ha, ha. Nay I have had two children. Are you sure on't, Or does your husband only tell you so, Take heed o''at, for husbands are deceitful. But I am o'the surer side, I am sure I groaned for mine and bore 'em. when at best, He but believes he got 'em. Yet both he And you may be deceived, for now I'll tell you, My husband told me, faced me down and stood on't, We had three sons, and all great travellers, That one had shook the great Turk by the beard, I never saw 'em, nor am I such a fool To think that children can be got and borne, Trained up to men, and then sent out to travel, And the poor mother never know nor feel Any such matter; there's a dream indeed. Now you speak reason, and 'tis nothing but Your husband's madness that would put that dream Into you. He may put dreams into me, but He ne'er put child nor any thing towards it yet To me to making: something sure belongs To such a work for I am past a child myself to think they are found in parsley beds, Strawberry banks or Rosemary bushes, though I must confess I have sought and searched such places, Because I would fain have had one. Lass poor fool. Pray tell me, for I think nobody hears us, How came you by your babes? I cannot think Your husband got them you. Fool did I say? She is a witch I think: why not my husband, Pray can you charge me with another man? Nor with him neither, be not angry pray now. For were I now to die, I cannot guess What a man does in child-getting, I remember A wanton maid once lay with me, and kissed And clipped, and clapped me strangely, and then wished That I had been a man to have got her with child: What must I then ha' done, or (good now tell me) What has your husband done to you? Was ever Such a poor piece of innocence, three years married? Does not your husband use to lie with you? Yes he does use to lie with me, but he does not Lie with me to use me as she should I fear, Nor do I know to teach him, will you tell me, I'll lie with you and practise if you please. Pray take me for a night or two: or take My husband and instruct him, But one night, Our country folks will say, you London wives Do not lie every night with your own husbands.
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Now she is on it. Three yeares forsooth. And truely so have J, we shall agree J see. If you'll be merry. No woman merrier, now J have met with one Of my condition. Three yeares married say you, ha, ha, ha, What ayles she trow? Three yeares married, Ha, ha, ha. Is that a laughing matter? Tis just my story. And you have had no child, That's still my story, Ha, ha, ha. Nay I have had two children. Are you sure on't, Or does your husband onely tell you so, Take heed o'that, for husbands are deceitfull. But I am o'the surer side, I am sure I groan'd for mine and bore 'hem. when at best, He but beleeves he got 'hem. Yet both he And you may be deceiv'd, for now Ile tell you, My husband told me, fac'd me downe and stood on't, We had three sonnes, and all great travellers, That one had shooke the great Turke by the beard, I never saw 'hem, nor am I such a foole To thinke that children can be got and borne, Train'd up to men, and then sent out to travell, And the poore mother never know nor feele Any such matter; there's a dreame indeede. Now you speake reason, and tis nothing but Your husbands madnesse that would put that dreame Into you. He may put dreames into me, but He nere put child nor any thing towards it yet To me to making: something sure belongs To such a wor for I am past a child My selfe to they are found in parsley beds, Strawberry banks or Rosemary bushes, though I must confesse I have sought and search'd such places, Because I would faine have had one. Lasse poore foole. Pray tell me, for I thinke no body heares us, How came you by your babes? I cannot thinke Your husband got them you. Foole did I say? She is a witch I thinke: why not my husband, Pray can you charge me with another man? Nor with him neither, be not angry pray now. For were I now to dye, I cannot guesse What a man do's in child-getting, I remember A wanton mayd once lay with me, and kiss'd And clip't, and clapt me strangely, and then wish'd That I had beene a man to have got her with childe: What must I then ha' done, or (good now tell me) What has your husband done to you? Was ever Such a poore peece of innocence, three yeeres married? Does not your husband use to lye with you? Yes he do's use to lye with me, but he do's not Lye with me to use me as she should I feare, Nor doe I know to teach him, will you tell me, Ile lye with you and practise if you please. Pray take me for a night or two: or take My husband and instruct him, But one night, Our countrey folkes will say, you London wives Doe not lye every night with your owne husbands.