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 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
A plague upon thee, answer me directly, Why didst thou marry me? To be my husband; I had thought you had had infinite, but i'm cozened. Why didst thou flatter me, and show me wonders, A house, and riches, when they are but shadows, Shadows to me. Why did you work on me, It was but my part to requite you Sir, With your strong soldiers' wit, and swore you would bring me So much in chains, so much in jewels husband, So much in right rich clothes. Thou hast 'em rascal I gave 'em to thy hands, my trunks and all; And thou hast opened 'em, and sold my treasure. Sir, There's your treasure, sell it to a tinker To mend old kettles, is this noble usage, Let all the world view here the captain's treasure, A man would think now these were worthy matters: Here's a shooing-horn chain, gilt over, how it scenteth Worse than the mouldy dirty heel it served for, And here's another of a lesser value, So little, I would shame to tie my dog in't, These are my jointure, blush and save a labour, Or these else will blush for ye. A fire subtle ye, are ye so crafty. Here's a goodly jewel, Did not you win this at Goletta Captain, Or took it in the field from some brave Bashaw, How it sparkles like an old lady's eyes, And fills each room with light like a close lantern, This would do rarely in an Abbey window, To cosen Pilgrims. Prithee leave prating. And here's a chain of whitings eyes for pearls, A mussel-monger would have made a better. Nay, prithee wife, my clothes, my clothes. I'll tell ye, Your clothes are parallels to these, all counterfeit. Put these and them on, you are a man of copper, A kind of candlestick, these you thought my husband, To have cozened me withal, but I am quit with you. Is there no house then, nor no grounds about it? No plate nor hangings? There are none sweet husband, Shadow for shadow is an equal justice, Can you rail now, pray put your fury up sir, And speak great words, you are a soldier, thunder. I will speak little, I have played the fool, And so I am rewarded. You have spoke well sir, And now I see you are so conformable, I'll heighten you again, go to your house, They are packing to be gone, you must sup there, I'll meet ye, and bring clothes, and clean shirts after, And all things shall be well; i'll colt ye once more, And teach ye to bring copper. Tell me one thing, I do beseech thee tell me, tell me truth wife, However I forgive thee, art thou honest, The Beldame swore. I bid her tell you so sir, It was my plot, alas my credulous husband, The Lady told you too. Most strange things of thee. Still 'twas my way, and all to try your sufferance, And she denied the house.
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A plague upon thee, answer me directly, Why didst thou marry me? To be my husband; I had thought you had had infinite, but i'm cozend. Why didst thou flatter me, and shew me wonders, A house, and riches, when they are but shadowes, Shadowes to me. Why did you work on me, It was but my part to requite you Sir, With your strong souldiers wit, and swore you would bring me So much in chaines, so much in jewels husband, So much in right rich cloathes. Thou hast um rascall I gave um to thy hands, my trunks and all; And thou hast opend um, and sold my treasure. Sir, Theres your treasure, sell it to a tinker To mend old kettles, is this noble usage, Let all the world view here the Captaines treasure, A man would think now these were worthy matters: Here's a shooing-horne chaine, gilt over, how it senteth Worse then the mouldy durty heel it served for, And heres another of a lesser value, So litle, I would shame to tye my dog in't, These are my joynter, blush and save a labour, Or these else will blush for ye. A fire subtle ye, are ye so crafty. Heres a goodly jewell, Did not you win this at Goletta Captaine, Or took it in the field from some brave Bashaw, How it sparkles like an old Ladies eyes, And fills each roome with light like a close lanthorne, This would doe rarely in an Abby window, To cosen Pilgrims. Preethee leave prating. And here's a chaine of whitings eyes for pearles, A mussell-monger would have made a better. Nay, preethee wife, my cloathes, my cloathes. Ile tell yee, Your cloathes are paralells to these, all counteret. Put these and them on, you are a man of copper, A kinde of candlestick, these you thought my husband, To have cozend me withall, but I am quit with you. Is there no house then, nor no grounds about it? No plate nor hangings? There are none sweet husband, Shadow for shadow is an equall justice, Can you raile now, pray put your fury up sir, And speak great words, you are a souldier, thunder. I will speak litle, I have plaid the foole, And so I am rewarded. You have spoke well sir, And now I see you are so conformable, Ile heighthen you againe, goe to your house, They are packing to be gone, you must sup there, Ile meet ye, and bring clothes, and cleane shirts after, And all things shall be well; ile colt ye once more, And teach ye to bring copper. Tell me one thing, I doe beseech thee tell me, tell me truth wife, However I forgive thee, art thou honest, The Beldam swore. I bid her tell you so sir, It was my plot, alas my credulous husband, The Lady told you too. Most strange things of thee. Still twas my way, and all to try your sufferance, And she denied the house.