Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I am not so ignorant, but that I know well, How to be commanded, And how again to make myself obeyed sir, I waste but little, I have gathered much, My rial not the less worth, when 'tis spent, If spent by my direction, to please my husband, I hold it as indifferent in my duty, To be his maid i'th' kitchen, or his Cook, As in the Hall to know myself the Mistress. Sweet, Rich, and provident, now fortune stick To me; I am a soldier, and a bachelor, Lady, And such a wife as you, I could love infinitely, They that use many words, some are deceitful, I long to be a husband, and a good one, For 'tis most certain I shall make a precedent For all that follow me to love their Ladies, I am young you see, able I would have you think too, If't please you know, try me before you take me, 'Tis true I shall not meet in equal wealth With ye, but jewels, Chains, such as the war Has given me, a thousand ducats I dare Presume on in ready gold, now as your Care may handle it, as rich clothes too, as Any he bears arms Lady. You are a true gentleman, and fair, I see by ye, And such a man I had rather take. Pray do so, i'll have a Priest o'th' sudden. And as suddenly you will repent too. I'll be hanged or drowned first, By this and this, and this kiss. You are a Flatterer, But I must say there was something when I saw you. First, in that most noble face, that stirred my fancy. I'll stir it better ere you sleep sweet Lady, I'll send for all my trunks and give up all to ye, Into your own dispose, before I bed ye, And then sweet wench. You have the art to cozen me. Sit down and give me your opinions seriously. You say you have a mind to marry Lady. 'tis true, I have for to preserve my credit, Yet not so much for that as for my state Ladies, Conceive me right, there lies the main o'th' question, Credit I can redeem, money will imp it, But when my money's gone, when the law shall Cease that, and for incontinency strip me Of all. Do you find your body so malicious that way. I find it as all bodies are that are young and lusty, Lazy, and high fed, I desire my pleasure And pleasure I must have. 'Tis fit you should have, Your years require it, and 'tis necessary, As necessary as meat to a young Lady, Sleep cannot nourish more. But might not all this be, & keep ye single. You take away variety in marriage, The abundance of the pleasure you are barred then, is't not abundance that you aim at. Yes why was I made a woman. And every day a new? Why fair and young but to use it. You are still i'th' right, why would you marry then.
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I am not so ignorant, but that I know well, How to be commanded, And how againe to make my selfe obeyd sir, I wast but litle, I have gather'd much, My riall not the lesse worth, when tis spent, If spent by my direction, to please my husband, I hold it as indifferent in my duty, To be his maid i'th kitchin, or his Cook, As in the Hall to know my selfe the Mistris. Sweet, Rich, and provident, now fortune stick To mee; I am a souldier, and a batchilour, Lady, And such a wife as you, I cood love infinitely, They that use many words, some are deceitfull, I long to be a husband, and a good one, For tis most certaine I shall make a president For all that follow me to love their Ladies, I am young you see, able I would have you think too, If't please you know, try me before you take mee, 'Tis true I shall not meet in equall wealth With ye, but Iewels, Chaines, such as the warre Has given mee, a thousand duckets I dare Presume on in ready gold, now as your Care may handle it, as rich cloths too, as Any he bears armes Lady. You are a true gentleman, and faire, I see by yee, And such a man I had rather take. Pray doe so, ile have a Priest o'th sudden. And as suddenly you will repent too. Ile be hang'd or drown'd first, By this and this, and this kisse. You are a Flatterer, But I must say there was something when saw you. First, in that most noble face, that stirr'd my fancy. Ile stirre it better ere you sleepe sweet Lady, Ile send for all my trunks and give up all to yee, Into your owne dispose, before I bed yee, And then sweet wench. You have the art to cozen mee. Sit downe and give me your opinions seriously. You say you have a mind to marry Lady. Tis true, I have for to preserve my credit, Yet not so much for that as for my state Ladies, Conceave me right, there lies the maine o'th question, Credit I can redeeme, mony will imp it, But when my monie's gone, when the law shall Ceaze that, and for incontinency strip me Of all. Doe you finde your body so malitious that way. I finde it as all bodies are that are young and lusty, Lazy, and high fed, I desire my pleasure And pleasure I must have. 'Tis fit you should have, Your years require it, and 'tis necessary, As necessary as meat to a young Lady, Sleep cannot nourish more. But might not all this be, & keep ye single. You take away variety in marriage, The abundance of the pleasure you are bar'd then, I'st not abundance that you aime at. Yes why was I made a woman. And every day a new? Why faire and young but to use it. You are still i'th right, why would you marry then.