Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Since I have Disclosed my affection to you, (although love Oft times admits no reason) i'll endeavour To satisfy your question: the first cause Moved me to love you, was my father. Hang thy father In's own gold chain: but such another word, And never hope to have me; dost thou think I'll be beholding to an eight i'th' hundred, To such an empty cask as is thy father, (Who soon did get his wealth by the old proverb, Of fools have fortune) for a wife; but that I have some mercy in me to believe Thou mayst be virtuous; I would not match With any of my squeamish Ants of London, For all the wealth i'th' Chamber. Sir, you asked, A question of me, and will not permit Me give a civil answer; as I said, My father— Father again, farewell, my ears do blister At the harsh sound: would thou hadst been a Bastard, So thou hadst no title to his blood: Another father, like a whirlwind, blows me Hence from thy sight for ever. Pray hear me. Intends to match me to Sir Timothy Shallow-wit, a creature only fit for scorn; Which to prevent, and taken with the fullness Of your true worth, I rather choose to cast My reputation on your noble pity, Than stand the desperate hazard of my ruin. She loves me by this light, this is no trick. Now to my Thorowgood's project: thouart a good wench, A harmless wench, and I believe a sound one, And I will have thee; give me thy hand: yet stay, Ere I do cast myself away upon thee, You here shall promise Mistress, to become A most obedient wife, and not according To th' ancient trick inherent to the City, Rail till you be my Master. Never fear me. Nor shall you, when you're at my house i'th' Country Be niggardly, or spoil a dinner for Want of the t'other ounce of Sugar, nor Repine to see me merry with my friends, Or curse my brothers, when they so journey with me. Nor starve my servants when I am from home. I must be drunk sometimes too, than you must not Whine and cry out, were I a maid again, I'd never marry any that does take This wicked Herb Tobacco. Those injunctions, And some few hundreds more of the same nature, Sealed and delivered to me by your promise, I may be won to wed thee, nay to bed thee, And get a race of such Heroic children, As shall entice posterity to conceive Some good came from Cheapside. Your lip shall seal this. You see your strengths upon me. 'tis my good girl: Thy father, armed with the trained bands o'th' City, Shall never pull thee from me: to confirm thee How much I love, i'll disclose a plot I had to gain thy affection. 'tis some good one, Pray let me hear it. You see my youth and feature will admit A woman's Character; if I were clothed But in the habit, should I not appear A bouncing Mary Ambree.
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Since I have Disclos'd my affection to you, (although love Oft times admits no reason) ile endeavour To satisfie your question: the first cause Moov'd me to love you, was my father. Hang thy father In's owne gold chaine: but such another word, And never hope to have me; dost thou thinke Ile be beholding to an eight ith' hundred, To such an empty caske as is thy father, (Who soon did get his wealth by the old proverbe▪ Of fooles have fortune) for a wife; but that I have some mercy in me to believe Thou maist be virtuous; I would not match With any of my squeamish Ants of London, For all the wealth ith' Chamber. Sir, you ask'd, A question of me, and will not permit Me give a civill answer; as I said, My father— Father agen, farewell, my eares doe blister At the harsh sound: would thou hadst beene a Bastard, So thou hadst no title to his blood: Another father, like a whirlewind, blowes me Hence from thy sight for ever. Pray heare me. Intends to match me to Sir Timothy Shallow-wit, a creature onely fit for scorne; Which to prevent, and taken with the fulnesse Of your true worth, I rather chuse to cast My reputation on your noble pitty, Than stand the desperate hazard of my ruine. She loves me by this light, this is no tricke. Now to my Thorowgoods project: th'art a good wench, A harmlesse wench, and I believe a sound one, And I will have thee; give me thy hand: yet stay, Ere I doe cast my selfe away upon thee, You here shall promise Mistris, to become A most obedient wife, and not according To th' ancient tricke inherent to the City, Raile till you be my Master. Never feare me. Nor shall you, when you're at my house ith' Country Be niggardly, or spoyle a dinner for Want of the tother ounce of Sugar, nor Repine to see me merry with my friends, Or curse my brothers, when they so journe with me▪ Nor starve my servants when I am from home. I must be drk sometimes oo, then you must not Whine and cry out, were I maid agen, Ide never marry any that does take This wicked Herbe Tobacco. Those injunctions, And some few hundreds mo of the same nature, Seald and deliver'd to me by your promise, I may be wonne to wed thee, nay to bed thee, And get a race of such Heroicke children, As shall intice posterity to conceive Some good came from Cheapside. Your lip shall seale this. You see your strength upon me. Tis my good girle: Thy father, armed with the trained bands o'th City, Shall never pull thee from me▪ to confirme thee How much I love, ile disclose a plot I had to gaine thy affection. Tis some good one, Pray let me heare it. You see my youth and feature will admit A womans Character; if I were cloath'd But in the habit, should I not appeare A bouncing Mary Ambr ▪