Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, May 7] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Ye ha' give me a large scope, Madam, I confess, And I will deal with your Ladyship sincerely: I'll utter my whole heart to you. I would have him, The bravest, richest, and the properest man A Tailor could make up; or all the Poets, With the Perfumers: I would have him such, As not another woman, but should spite me: Three City Ladies should run mad for him: And Countri-Madams infinite. You'd spare me, And let me hold my wits? I should with you— For the young Squire, my Master's sake: dispense A little; but it should be very little. Than all the Court-wives I'd ha' jealous of me; As all their husbands jealous of them: And not a Lawyer's Puss of any quality, But lick her lips, for a snatch in the Term time. Come, Let's walk: we'll hear the rest, as we go on: You are this morning in a good vein, Dido: Would I could be as merry. My son's absence Troubles me not a little: though I seek These ways to put it of; which will not help: Care that is entered, once into the breast, Will have the whole possession, ere it rest. Son Clay, cheer up, the better leg avore: This is a veat is once done, and no more. And than 'tis done vor ever, as they say. Right! vor a man ha' his hour, and a dog his day. True neighbour Medlay, ye are still In-and-In. I would be Mr. Constable, if ' ch' could win. I zay, Iohn Clay, keep still on his old gate: Wedding, and hanging, both go at a rate. Well said Topan: you ha' still the hap to hit The nail o' the head at a close: I think there ne ver Marriage was managed with a more avisement, Than was this marriage, though I say't, that should not; Especially 'gain ' mine own flesh, and blood; My wedded Wife. Indeed my Wife would ha' had All the young Bachelors and Maids, forsooth, O' the zixe Parishes hereabout: But I Cried none, sweet Sibyl: none of that gear, I: It would lick zalt, I told her, by her leave. Not, three, or voure our wise, choice honest neighbours: Substantial persons: men that ha' borne office: And mine own Family, would be enough To eat our dinner. What? Dear meat's a thief: I know it by the Butchers, and the Mercat-volke; Hum drum I cry. No halfe-Oxe in a Pie: A man that's bid to Bride-ale, if he ha' cake, And drink enough, he need not veare his stake. 'tis right: he has spoke as true as a Gun; believe it. Come Sibyl, come: Did not I tell you o' this? This pride, and muster of women would mar all? Six women to one Daughter, and a Mother! The Queen (God save her) ha' no more herself. Why, if you keep so many, Mr. Turf, Why, should not all present our service to her?
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Yo' ha' gi' me a large ſcope, Madam, I confeſſe, And I will deale with your Ladiſhip ſincerely: I'll utter my whole heart to you. I would have him, The braveſt, richeſt, and the propereſt man A Taylor could make up; or all the Poets, With the Perfumers: I would have him ſuch, As not another woman, but ſhould ſpite me: Three Citie Ladies ſhould run mad for him: And Countri-Madams infinite. You'ld ſpare me, And let me hold my wits? I ſhould with you— For the young Squire, my Maſters ſake: diſpenſe A little; but it ſhould be very little. Then all the Court-wives I'ld ha' jealous of me; As all their husbands jealous of them: And not a Lawyers Puſſe of any quality, But lick her lips, for a ſnatch in the Terme time. Come, Let's walke: wee'll heare the reſt, as we goe on: You are this morning in a good veine, Dido: Would I could be as merry. My ſonnes abſence Troubles me not a little: though I ſeeke Theſe wayes to put it off; which will not helpe: Care that is entred, once into the breſt, Will have the whole poſſeſſion, ere it reſt. ZOnne Clay, cheare up, the better leg avore: This is a veat is once done, and no more. And then 'tis done vor ever, as they ſay. Right! vor a man ha' his houre, and a dog his day. True neighbour Medlay, yo' are ſtill In-and-In. I would be Mr. Conſtable, if' ch' could win. I zay, Iohn Clay, keepe ſtill on his old gate: Wedding, and hanging, both goe at a rate. Well ſaid To-Pan: you ha' ſtill the hap to hit The naile o' the head at a cloſe: I thinke there ne ver Marriage was manag'd with a more aviſement, Then was this mariage, though I ſay't, that ſhould not; Eſpecially 'gain 'mine owne fleſh, and blood; My wedded Wife. Indeed my Wife would ha' had All the young Batchelers and Maids, forſooth, O' the zixe Pariſhes hereabout: But I Cry'd none, ſweet Sybil: none of that geare, I: It would lick zalt, I told her, by her leave. No, three, or voure our wiſe, choiſe honeſt neighbours: Vpſtantiall perſons: men that ha' borne office: And mine owne Family, would bee inough To eate our dinner. What? Deare meate's a theife: I know it by the Butchers, and the Mercat-volke; Hum drum I cry. No halfe-Oxe in a Pie: A man that's bid to Bride-ale, if hee ha' cake, And drinke enough, hee need not veare his ſtake. Tis right: he has ſpoke as true as a Gun; beleeve it. Come Sybil, come: Did not I tell you o' this? This pride, and muſter of women would marre all? Sixe women to one Daughter, and a Mother! The Queene (God ſave her) ha' no more her ſelfe. Why, if you keepe ſo many, Mr. Turfe, Why, ſhould not all preſent our ſervice to her?