Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
And that you, whom I Even at the first view loved, and fixed my heart on: Should not alone contemn me, but with these Abuses wound my fame, torments my soul Beyond the strength of patience, heaven forgive you. They are our own, dear Valentine: our own as surely, As if the officious Priest had put the Ring Upon their pretty fingers; why you need not Take words with such unkindness Clare yourselves Being the occasion. Such discourtesies From friends; nay, such beloved friends as you were, Wounds deeply Mr. Freewit. Prithee Clara No more remonstrances of this unkindness, Dry thy fair eyes, or I shall else grow childish, And weep for company: poor heart i'm sorry thouart thus distempered; prithee sweet forgive me; We will be friends, and instantly steal hence, And end all difference in a happy marriage. Ha, ha, ha: hold the man's head, heel swoon I fear o'th' sudden: marry you; go boast How you've abused us, and do not forget This part o'th' story, 'twill much grace the action, That you were fooled again into belief That we could love you: ha, ha, ha. We have made ourselves fine fools, a pox upon them: I knew their tears could not be serious: They only fell from their left eye, as wealthy Young widows weep for their old husbands, Freewit They're lost, past all recovery. Who can help it; There are more wives i'th' Kingdom; yet I'm vexed That two such gulls should carry them: let's go seek Sir Timothy and my cousin Holdfast out, And geld them, then proclaim them to be Eunuchs. That course may spoil their marriage. I have o'erheard them all, and it conduces. Much to my purpose: now, or never Busy Show thyself a true spark, that Constables Hereafter may be thought to have some wit, More than is in their staff. Good day to you gallants, I have some business with you. Your name is Busy? The same body, Your friend, although a Constable; there were two Ladies Went lately from you. What of that? They told me, as I am of their council, that they loved you. And though some words of course had passed between you, As oft does among friends: you know the Proverb put lately In a Ballad, where I learned it, that amantiumirae amoris redintegratio est: yet that was but in jest, and in all haste, Wished me to assure you, that if you would speedily Take out the Licences this very night, twixt nine and ten, at my House they would meet you, and join with you in Matrimony. Is this truth? How's that? upon the faith sir of a man in office, You may believe me: for a Priest, leave that To my care gentlemen, i'll have one ready Privately in White-Friers, the house anon I will inform you, and what way to take To miss pursuit, if any should endeavour Your apprehension. How may we deserve this kindness from you?
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And that you, whom I Even at the first view lov'd, and fixt my heart on: Should not alone contemne me, but with these Abuses wound my fame, torments my soule Beyond the strength of patience, heaven forgive you. They are our owne, deare Valentine: our owne as surely, As if the officious Priest had put the Ring Upon their pretty fingers; why you need not Take words with such unkindnesse Clare yourselves Being the occasion. Such discourtesies From friends; nay, such beloved friends as you were, Wounds deeply Mr. Freewit. Prethee Clara No more remonstrances of this unkindnesse, Drye thy faire eyes, or I shall else grow childish, And weep for company: poore heart i'me sorry Th'art thus distemper'd; prethee sweet forgive me; We will be friends, and instantly steale hence, And end all difference in a happy marriage. Ha, ha, ha: hold the mans head, heel swowne I feare oth' suddaine: marry you; goe boast How you've abus'd us, and doe not forget This part oth' story, twill much grace the action, That you were foold agen into beliefe That we could love you: ha, ha, ha. We have made our selves fine fooles, a poxe upon them: I knew their teares could not be serious: They onely fell from their left eye, as wealthy Young widowes weep for their old husbands, Freewit They're lost, past all recovery. Who can helpe it; There are more wives ith' Kingdome; yet Ime vext That two such gulls should carry them: lets goe seeke Sir Timothy and my Cozen Holdfast out, And geld them, then proclaime them to be Eunuchs. That course may spoile their marriage. I have o're-heard them all, and it onduces. Much to my purpose: now, or never Busie Shew thy selfe a true sparke, that Constables Hereafter may be thought to have some wit▪ More than is in their staffe. Good day to you gallants, I have some businesse with you. Your name is Busie? The same body, Your friend, although a Constable▪ there were two Ladyes Went lately from you. What of that? They told me, as I am of their councell, that they lov'd you. And though some words of couse had past between you, As oft does among friends: you know the Proverbe put lately In a Ballad, where I learnd it, that amantiumirae amoris redintegatio est: yet that was but in jest, and in all haste, Wished me to assure you, that if you would speedily Take out the Licences this very night, twixt nine and ten, at my House they would meet you, and joyne with you in Matrimony. Is this truth? How's that? upon the faith sir of a man in office, You may believe me: for a Piest, leave that To my care gentlemen, ile have one ready Privately in White-Friers, the house anon I will enforme you, and what way to take To misse pursuit, if any should endeavour Your apprehension. How may we deserve this kindnes from you?