The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 33 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Where I'll entreat you not to your loss, believe it. If you dare trust yourself. With you the world over. The news will well requited the pains, I assure you. And i' this tumult you will not be missed. Command the Coach, it is an instant business, Will not be done without you. Parson Palate Most opportunely met, step to my Chamber: I'll come to you presently. There is a friend, Or two, will entertain you, Mr. Practice. Ha' you the Licence? Here it is. Let's see it: Your name's not in't. I'll fill that presently; It has the Seal, which is the main: And restgistred, The Clerk knows me, and trusts me. Ha' you the Parson? They say he's here, he 'pointed to come hither. I would not have him seen here for a world, To breed suspicion. Do you intercept him, And prevent that. But take your Licence with you, And fill the blank: or leave it here with me, I'll do it for you, stay you with us at his Church, Behind the old Exchange, we'll come i'th' Coach, And meet you there within this Quarter at lest. I am much bound unto you, Mr. Compass, You have all the Law, and parts of Squire Practise For ever at your use. I'll tell you news, too: Sir, your Reversion's fallen: Thin-wits dead, Surveyor of the Projects general. When died he? E'en this morning, I received it From a right hand. Conceal it Mr. Practice, And mind the main affair, you are in hand with. The Coach is ready Sir. 'Tis well fair Pleasance, Though now we shall not use it, bid the Coachman Drive to the Parish Church, and stay about there, Till Mr. Practise come to him, and employ him: I have a Licence now, which must have entry Before my Lawyers. Noble Parson Palate, Thou shalt be a mark advanced: here's a piece, And do a feat for me. What, Mr. Compass? But run the words of Matrimony, over My head, and Mrs. Pleasances in my Chamber: There's Captain Ironside to be a witness: And here's a Licence to secure thee. Parson! What do you stick at? It is afternoon Sir, Directly against the Canon of the Church; You know it Mr. Compass: and beside, I am engaged unto our worshipful friend, The learned Mr. Practise in that business. Come on, engage yourself: Who shall be able To say you married us, but i'the morning, The most canonical minute o'the day, If you affirm it? That's a spiced excuse, And shows you have set the Common Law, before Any profession else, of love, or friendship. Come Mistress Pleasance, we cannot prevail With th' rigid Parson here; but Sir, I'll keep you Locked in my lodging, 'till't be done elsewhere, And under fear of Ironside. Do you hear, Sir? Not, no, it matters not. Can you think Sir I would deny you my thing? not to loss Of both my Live: I will do it for you, Ha' you a wedding Ring?
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Where Ile intreat you not to your loſſe, beleeve it. If you dare truſt your ſelfe. With you the world ore. The newes will well requite the paines, I aſſure you. And i' this tumult you will not be miſt. Command the Coach, it is an inſtant buſines, Wu' not be done without you. Parſon Palate Moſt opportunely met, ſtep to my Chamber: Ile come to you preſently. There is a friend, Or two, will entertaine you, Mr. Practiſe. Ha' you the Licence? Here it is. Let's ſee it: Your name's not in't. Ile fill that preſently; It has the Seale, which is the maine: And reſtgiſtred, The Clarke knowes me, and truſts me. Ha' you the Parſon? They ſay hee's here, he' pointed to come hither. I would not have him ſeene here for a world, To breed ſupition. Doe you intercept him, And prevent that. But take your Licence with you, And fill the blanke: or leave it here with me, Ile doe it for you, ſtay you with us at his Church, Behind the old Exchange, wee'll come i'th Coach, And meet you there within this Quarter at leaſt. I am much bound unto you, Mr. Compaſſe, You have all the Law, and parts of Squire Practiſe For ever at your uſe. Ile tell you newes, too: Sir, your Reverſion's fall'n: Thin-wits dead, Surveyor of the Projects generall. When died he? Een this morning, I receiv'd it From a right hand. Conceale it Mr. Practiſe, And mind the maine affaire, you are in hand with. The Coach is ready Sir. 'Tis well faire Pleaſance, Though now wee ſhall not uſe it, bid the Coach-man Drive to the Pariſh Church, and ſtay about there, Till Mr. Practiſe come to him, and imploy him: I have a Licence now, which muſt have entry Before my Lawyers. Noble Parſon Palate, Thou ſhalt be a marke advanc't: here's a peece, And doe a feat for me. What, Mr. Compaſſe? But run the words of Matrimony, over My head, and Mrs. Pleaſances in my Chamber: There's Captaine Ironſide to be a witneſſe: And here's a Licence to ſecure thee. Parſon! What doe you ſtick at? It is after-noone Sir, Directly againſt the Canon of the Church; You know it Mr. Compaſſe: and beſide, I am ingag'd unto our worſhipfull friend, The learned Mr. Practiſe in that buſines. Come on, ingage yourſelfe: Who ſhall be able To ſay you married us, but i'the morning, The moſt canonicall minute o'the day, If you affirme it? That's a ſpic'd excuſe, And ſhewes you have ſet the Common Law, before Any profeſſion elſe, of love, or friendſhip. Come Mrs. Pleaſance, wee cannot prevaile With th' rigid Parſon here; but Sir, Ile keepe you Lock'd in my lodging, 'till't be done elſewhere, And under feare of Ironſide. Doe you heare, Sir? No, no, it matters not. Can you thinke Sir I would deny you my thing? not to loſſe Of both my Livings: I will doe it for you, Ha' you a wedding Ring?