Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
'Tis well; enough is wept for Sicily; cheer up, We have other vows to pay, and as religious ones As these: we made them at the Altar; and If we perform them not, shall forfeit all Our after joys:— remove those objects there; We have no use of fables now; they breed Melancholy thoughts; we will be loud, And big in mirth, as full of pride as noise, Till we draw envy on our revels; which Nor fate, nor the dull stoic shall control, Whose sullen faith is the disease of's soul. Revenge! were't thou more ugly than ere Painter Limbed witch or fury, I could kiss thee now, For thy so opportunely prompting me; These brace of Courtiers here, my trim complotters, Have tried my skill upon their bodies; and now I'm dearer to them, than their confessor, Both these have sworn to further my design, I have against this Lord, this dotard; who Hath heat his blood so with carousing healths, That he's grown wild and furious; believes His strength more able in these love-sinks, Than when he was i'th' pride, and prime of youth; Him are these two according to instructions Leading into the snares, that I've spread for him; Into which, if they, and blind fortune conduct him, I'll use him less gently, than I would a noise Of gouty-cheeked trumpeters:— They're here. I'll be with you straight.— Hymen is now predominant; the Stars Will have it so; I must and will be married. Married? Yes, yes, you shall have favours, favours, Gentlemen: bring me but to the sight of a woman, I'll clap up a match with her, and to bed straight; and if I don't outdo Hercules at his thirteenth labour, cut of my dainty dowsets, and feed dogs with 'em. He deflowered fifty virgins in one night, I hope you won't marry so many. Yes, and thou wilt get so many i'th' Kingdom, fifty? what's fifty? I'll have a monopoly of 'em, get 'em all with child with males, and they shall be borne with beards on. There might have been some likelihood of this once, but now you are old. Old? ha! ha! he! Grutti, Grutti, dost hear him? ha! ha! he! prithee how old? how old dost think? have I not a warm moist palm? does not my pulse beat strong, and healthy? The flowings of your blood, that downy chin, and these full veins, speak you— some twenty, Sir. And of complexion sanguine, I know it by my dreams. The rosebuds now are blooming on your cheeks, And ope themselves into a crimson blush; This hair curls up like wire, and and speaks you lusty, Your strength is bold, and daring. Believe it, I'm a wanton. Come let's to a wench then. Hang marrying, 'tis a slavery! A mere purgatory! An hell to be bound to one, and she prove false, ugly, or loud, when we may enjoy our liberties, to take or leave 'em, as our stomach serves us; have the choice beauties run into our arms, and every night a fresh one.
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'Tis well; enough is wept for Sicily; cheare up, We have other vowes to pay, and as religious ones As theſe: we made them at the Altar; and If we performe them not, ſhall forfeit all Our after joyes:— remove thoſe objects there; We have no uſe of fables now; they breed Melancholy thoughts; we will be loud, And big in mirth, as full of pride as noyſe, Till wee draw envie on our revels; which Nor fate, nor the dull ſtoicke ſhall controule, Whoſe ſullen faith is the diſeaſe of's ſoule. Revenge! wer't thou more ugly than ere Painter Limb'd witch or fury, I could kiſſe thee now, For thy ſo opportunely prompting mee; Theſe brace of Courtiers here, my trim complotters, Have try'd my skill upon their bodies; and now I'me dearer to them, then their confeſſour, Both theſe have ſworne to further my deſigne, I have againſt this Lord, this dotard; who Hath heat his blood ſo with carouſing healths, That he's growne wild and furious; beleeves His ſtrength more able in theſe love-firkes, Than when he was i'th pride, and prime of youth; Him are theſe two according to inſtructions Leading into the ſnares, that I've ſpread for him; Into which, if they, and blind fortune conduct him, I'le uſe him leſſe gently, than I would a noyſe Of gowty-cheek't trumpetters:—They'r here. I'le be with you ſtreight.— Hymen is now predominant; the Starres Will have it ſo; I muſt and will be married. Married? Yes, yes, you ſhall have favours, favours, Gentlemen: bring mee but to the ſight of a woman, I'le clap up a match with her, and to bed ſtreight; and if I don't outdoe Hercules at his thirteenth labour, cut of my dainty dowſets, and feed dogs with 'em. Hee deflour'd fifty virgins in one night, I hope you won't marry ſo many. Yes, and thou wilt get ſo many i'th Kingdome, fifty? what's fifty? I'le have a monopoly of 'em, get 'em all with child with males, and they ſhall be borne with beards on. There might have bin ſome likelyhood of this once, but now you are old. Old? ha! ha! he! Grutti, Grutti, doſt heare him? ha! ha! he! prithee how old? how old doſt thinke? have I not a warm moiſt palme? do's not my pulſe beat ſtrong, and healthy? The flowings of your blood, that downy chin, and theſe full veines, ſpeake you — ſome twenty, Sir. And of complexion ſanguine, I know it by my dreams. The roſe-buds now are blooming on your cheekes, And ope themſelves into a crimſon bluſh; This haire curles up like wire, and and ſpeakes you luſty, Your ſtrength is bold, and daring. Belleeve it, I'me a wanton. Come let's to a wench then. Hang marrying, t'is a ſlavery! A meere purgatory! An hell to be bounde to one, and ſhee prove falſe, ugly, or loude, when wee may enjoy our liberties, to take or leave 'em, as our ſtomack ſerves us; have the choice beautyes runne into our armes, and every night a freſh one.