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 0.78 · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Who's here? Sir Timothy and your son, I'll lay My life on't they have struck a marriage up Without our knowledge. Very likely Ieremy. No more words sir, 'tis done, I and sir Timothy we hit the white: Good father Covet be not angry mood now I have wed your daughter, And he your Niece, we'll use them kindly: pray you Bid give us joy; your daughter is so fearful, She dares not ask you blessing. This qualifies all anger, I forgive them. Forgive us sir? you do not hear us ask it, Not need we your remission. Ha! who are these! Sir Geoffrey we are cheated Abominably, cheated by this Constable, This rascal Busy, these are his daughters. Nor are we ashamed To own him for our father, that has provided Us two such wealthy husbands. Nell, I did not think you would have served me thus Unkindly, gentle Nell. Unkindly sir, in what? to make you master Of all I have. I'll use you kindly trust me; When you come drunk a nights home, in the morning I'll make you amber Caudles. sayst thou so; Give me thy hand: Father pray be not angry, My Wife's my wife, and so I will maintain her 'gainst all the world. Sir Timothy, your spouse Is not to be contemned, she's a good girl. And therefore pray regard her. Very like; for your sake I will do much: Although I find myself Made a stark Ass. Come hither Luce Your pardon Sir, and blessing. We have done sir What cannot be undone, now if you will Be foolish now, and vex yourselves, you may Be laughed at for your labour; they're our husbands, And we no cause now to repent our choice, Nor you Sir to repine at. Our duties And after carriage, shall deserve your love, Nor our fortunes Sir so mean, but may Merit their portions Well, you shall not Report me cruel; you have my consent, And blessing with it; neighbour Busy, I'll Be friends with you, and at my entreaty Sir Geoffrey shall be reconciled. How's that? Give me thy fist good brother Knight, my daughters Shall not come without portions; they shall have Each one a Bolt of Holland, that's enough. Son Knight give me thine too; and son Holdfast we'll be as merry boys, and drink old Sack In plenteous glasses, till we all grow witty, A humorous Poets▪ to your beds, the're ready, Your wedding dinner shall be mine, we'll dance. And have the Song o'th' Constable; March fair, And get each one a chopping boy by Morning; I and my Watchmen here will drink your healths, Though we do lose our own by it. Mr. Busy, we're all beholding to you, and 'tis fit, We should confess this Constable had wit.
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Who's here? Sir Timothy and your sonne, Ile lay My life on't they have struck a marriage up Without our knowledge. Very likely Ieremy. No more words sir, tis done, I and sir Timothy we hit the white: Good father Covet be not ungry mood now I have wed your daughter, And he your Neece, weele use them kindly: pray you Bid give us joy; your daughter is so fearefull, She dares not aske you blessing. This qualifies all anger, I forgive them. Forgive us sir? you doe not heare us aske it, Not need we your remission. Ha! who are these! Sir Geffery we are cheated Abhominably, cheated by this Constable, This rascall Busie, these are his daughters. Nor are we asham'd To owne him for our father, that has provided Us two such wealthy husbands. Nell, I did not thinke you would have serv'd me thus Unkindly, gentle Nell. Unkindly sir, in what? to make you master Of all I have. Ile use you kindly trust me; When you come drunke a nights home, in the morning Ile make you amber Caudles. Saist thou so; Give me thy hand: Father pray be not angry, My Wife's my wife, and so I will maintaine her Gainst all the world. Sir Timothy, your spouse Is not to be contemn'd, she's a good girle. And therefore pray regard her. Very like; for your sake I will doe much: Although I find my selfe Made a starke Asse. Come hither Luce Your pardon Sir, and blessing. We have done sir What cannot be undone, now if you will Be foolish now, and vexe your selves, you may Be laught at for your labour; they're our husbands, And we no cause now to repent our choyce, Nor you Sir to repine at. Our duties And after carriage, shall deserve your love, Nor our fortunes Sir so mane, but may Merit their portions Well▪ you shall not Report me cruell; you have my consent, And blessing with it; neighbour Busie, Ile Be friend with you, and at my intreaty Sir Geffery shall be reconcil'd. How's that? Give me thy good brother Knight, my daughters Shall not come without portions; they shall have Each one a Bolt of Holland ▪ that's enough. Sonne Knight give me thine too; and sonne Holdfast Weele be as merry boyes, and drinke old Sacke In plenteous glasses, till we all grow witty, A humorous Poets▪ to your beds, the're ready, Your wedding dinner shall be mine, weele dance. And have the Song oth' Constable; March faire, And get each one a chopping boy by Morning; I and my Watchmen here will drinke your healths, Though we doe lose our owne by it. Mr. Busie, Wee're all beholding to you, and 'tis fit, We should confesse this Constable had wit.