The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 32 of 32
Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1630(?)-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.86 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
You are moved? Oh Mr. Justice you are honest, I ha'been abused, so miserably cheated, I am ashamed to think on't, Stay, what, musicke? Ha, 'tis my Niece; the very same. There, sir, you have her, and I must ha' these. Take'em: But you shall go with me; have I found you? How Uncle? a reveller? you'll lead meam coranto. You shall dance homewards. What make you so familiar with my wife? How, wife? is she married? 'Tis upon record, I'll bring a Parson that shall take his oath on't Give me my hand and money, Mr. Justice. Where? where? Here, here, but not to be recovered By law: I have a judgement, sir, against you. You have conspired to rob, cheat, and undo me; I'll have you all Star-chambered. Sir, be calm, and hear us. I'll hear nothing. Yes, you shall; It will be necessary, I am bold, Presuming on her favour, to demand A parcel of three thousand pound, the sum belongs to me, by virtue of a marriage's And I must have it. Tell me of a marriage? I saw the Priest conjoin'em: He will deserve your love. Perhaps you may continue A thousand, or two thousand, for six months, Upon security. Persecution. Faith sir consider, It is more safe to see her thus bestowed, Than trust a jury; If the Doctor had Given her too much Opium, or purged Her soul away, things might so worse; But I Keep counsel. Ha' ye mortified me yet? For your own sake, and as you are true Knight. Now, ha' ye done? The widow; Not a word more, take her, I'll pay you sir, Three thousand pounds tomorrow: Noble widow You were in the first list to be invited; My Niece I told you of, is married to This worthy Gentleman. You look like a Bridegroom. 'Tis in your power to make it good; What say you, Shall we have issue? Now the word of comfort. I will never marry. You are resolved why, so: Come hither Nephew, Shalt be my heir, I love thee for thy wit; But charm thy friends, they do not laugh at me: I'll be a Knight too, if I live, and build An Hospital for twenty more o'th' Order, Which I'll reduce myself out of the Suburbs; It is a shame such men should lose their spurs In women's Petticoats, and turn Squires again To Whores, or Parasites to Noble men, For want of fit provision. An excellent foundation. But where's Startup? Sunk, I think. ne'er conjure for him; we are ingrateful to Our bliss: But wasting of these precious minutes, Which are so many ages, till the Church Hath made us perfect. Is there any more Work for the Priest? Then give you joy before hand, And let us celebrate the day together. I'm glad of your conversion; Ye are the first Jew that in my remembrance has turned Christian. Walk on to joys. 'Twixt Love and Fortune, now the accounts are even: A chain of hearts, and the first link in heaven.
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You are moved? Oh Mr. Justice you are honest, I ha'been abus'd, so miserably cheated, I am asham'd to thinke on't, Stay, what, ▪ Ha, 'tis my Neece; the very same. There, sir, you have her, and I must ha' these. Take'em: But you shall go with me; have I found you? How Unckle? a reveller? you'll lead mea Coanto. You shall dance homewards. What make you so familiar with my wife? How, wife? is she married? 'Tis upon record, I'll bring a Parson that shall take his oath Give me my hand and money, Mr. ustice. Where? where? Here, here, but not to be recovered By law: I have a judgement, sir, against you. You have conspired to rob, cheat, and undo me; I'll have you all Star-chamber'd. Sir, be calme, and hear us. I'll hear nothing. Yes, you shall; It will be necessary, I am bold, Presuming on her favour, to demand A parcell of three thousand pound, the sum belongs to me, by vertue of a marriages And I must have it. Tell me of a marriage? I saw the Priest conjoyne'em: He will deserve your love. Perhaps you may continue A thousand, or two thousand, for six moneths, Upon security. Persecution. Faith sir consider, It is more safe to see her thus bestowed, Than trust a jury; If the Doctor had Given her too much Opium, or purg'd Her soule away, things might so worse; But I Keep counsell. Ha've mortified me ye? For your owne sake, and as you are true Knight. Now, ha ye done? The widdow; Not a word more, take her, I'll pay you sir, Three thousand pounds to morrow: Noble widdow You were in the first list to be invited; My Neece I told you of, is married to This worthy Gentleman. You looke like a Bridegroom. 'Tis in your power to make it good; What say you, Shall we have issue? Now the word of comfort. I will never marry. You are resolv'd why, so: Come hither Nephew, Shalt be my heire, I love thee for thy wit; But charme thy friends, they do not laugh at me: I'll be a Knight too, if I live, and build An Hospitall for twenty more o'th' Order, Which I'll reduce my selfe out of the Suburbs; It is a shame such men should lose their spurs In womens Petticoats, and turne Squires agen To Whores, or Parasites to Noble men, For want of fit provision. An excellent foundation. But where's Startup? Sunke, I thinke. Nere cojure for him; we are ingratefull to Our blisse: But wasting of these precious minutes, Which are so many ages, till the Church Hath made us perfect. Is there any more Worke for the Priest? Then give you joy before hand, And let us celebrate the day together. I'me glad of your conversion; Ye are the first Jew that in my remembrance has turn'd Christian. Walke on to joyes. 'Twixt Love and Fortune, now the accounts are even: A chaine of hearts, and the first linck in heaven.