Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.85 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Come, we lose time sir. Let him have A good fire pray you. So, all works as't had been Moulded afore in wax: boy there's your reckoning. Now to my sparks, I've done that will be talked on i'th' City, And registered, a Constable was witty. You think you have us sure now. This same Busy Is a mere cheating Rascal. Come, your rage Is useless now: he has done better for you, Than I by th' circumstance perceive you had Intended for yourselves: what would you've done With two such Marchpane husbands? I believe, For all you set a good face on the matter, 'twas your own plot. Ours? then may we die Virgins, And these same trusty youths, now called our husbands, Be suddenly transformed to Eunuchs; we Had thought young Holdfast, and Sir Timothy Had been the Squires had ushered us, and them We had resolved to couple with. Sweet Clare No more of this; for all your quaint dissembling. I know you love us, better than to part For a slight quarrel; now we're man and wife, And we will love you, if you'll be obedient, And get such Boys upon you, as shall people Cheap side with wit five generations after us. Fear not thy father's frowns: sweet Grace I have An Alderman's heir a jointure. Bless you my hearts of gold, and give you joy. Frown not good Mistress Clare, I knew your mind And so fulfilled it. Constable, i'll have Thy Annals writ, in a far larger volume, Than Speed or Hollingshed. Well Mr. Busy, Y'ave served us sweetly. How's that? I hope your husbands Anon will serve you sweetlier: faith I thought There was no wit in't, that you two should cast yourselves away on two such gulls, your portions. Deserved more noble husbands: therefore finely After you were gone down, to take your Chariot, Instead of them, when i'th' meanwhile my daughters Held in discourse, I sent these, now your husband's: To exercise their office: Now you are married. I shall have Gloves I hope? Yes, and such favours As thou shalt wear in triumph: but what have you Done with our other sweethearts? How's that? matched them To two will hold them play: Come will you travail Your father Mistress Grace is at my house, Thither you shall, and if he will be angry, Let him be pleased again: Advance my sparks, I'll be your valiant Leader. Storm not so Mr. Alderman, the man Has done no more believe't, than what his office Will bear him out in. I'll spend a thousand Pound, but I'll be revenged: a saucy rascal In my own Ward to serve me thus? Nay, come forward Ladies, Although your father sweetheart, be in our search, Be not abashed, come forward, though you kept Your tongues in peace, ere since our going forth, And ne'er spoke word, unless before the Parson When we committed Matrimony, yet now Pull off your Masks and veils, and show your faces, Be not ashamed of them.
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Come, we lose time sir. Let him have A good fire pray you. So, all works as't had bin Molded afore in waxe: boy there's your reckoning. Now to my sparkes, Ive done that will be talkt on ith' City, And registred, a Constable was witty. You thinke you have us sure now. This same Busie Is a meere cheating Rascall. Come, your rage Is uselesse now: he has done better for you, Than I by th' circumstance perceive you had Intended for your selves: what would you've done With two such March-pane husbands? I believe, For all you set a good face on the matter, Twas your owne plot. Ours? then may we dye Virgins, And these same trusty youths, now cald our husbands, Be suddainly transform'd to Eunuchs; we Had thought young Holdfast, and Sir Timothy Had bin the Squires had usher'd us, and them We had resolv'd to couple with. Sweete Clare No more of this; for all your queint dissembling. I know you love us, better than to part For a slight quarrell; now we're man and wife, And we will love you, if you'll be obedient, And get such Boyes upon you, as shall people Cheap side with wit five generations after us. Feare not thy fathers frownes: sweet Grace I have An Aldermans heire a joyncture. Blesse you my hearts of gold, and give you joy. Frowne not good Mistris Clare, I knew your minde And so fulfild it. Constable, ile have Thy Annalls writ, in a farre larger volume, Than Speed or Hollingshed. Well Mr. Busie, Y'ave serv'd us sweetly. How's that? I hope your husbands Anon will serve you sweetlier: faith I thought There was no wit in't, that you two should cast Your selves away on two such gulls, your portions. Deserv'd more noble husband: therefore finely After you were gone downe, to take your Chariot, Instead of them, when ith' meane while my daughters Held in discouse, I sent these, now your husbands▪ To exercise their office: Now you are marryed. I shall have Gloves I hope? Yes, and such favours As thou shalt weare in triumph: but what have you Done with our other sweet-hearts? How's that? matcht them To two will hold them play: Come will you ravaile Your father Mistris Grace is at my house, Thither you shall, and if he will be angry, Let him be pleas'd agen Advance my sparkes▪ Ile be your valiant Storme not so Mr. Alderman, the man Has done no more beleev't, than what his office Will beare him out in. Ile spend a thousand Pound, but Ile be reveng'd: a sawcy rascall In my owne Ward to serve me thus? Nay, come forward Ladyes, Although your father sweet-heart, be in our search, Be not abash'd, come forward, though you kept Your tongues in peace, ere since our going forth, And nere spake word, unlesse before the Parson When we committed Matrimony, yet now Pull of your Maskes and Vailes, and shew your faces, Be not asham'd of them.