Lyly, John · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1587-1591] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I hope you shall never slip string, but hang steady. Dromio look here, now is my hand on my halfpenny. Thou liest, thou hast not a farthing to lay thy hands on, I am none of thine: but let me be wagging, my head is full of hammers, & they have so malleted my wit, that I am almost a malcontent. Why, what's the matter? My master hath a fine scholar to his son, Prisius a fair lass to his daughter. Well. They two love one another deadly. In good time. The feathers have put them up, utterly disliking the match, and have appointed the one shall have Memphio's son, the other Stellio's daughter, this works like wax, but how it will fadge in the end, the hen that sits next the cock cannot tell. If thou have but any spice of knavery we'll make thee happy. Tush, doubt not of mine, I am as full for my pitch as you are for yours, a wren's egg is as full of meat as a goose egg, though there be not so much in it: you shall find this head well stuffed, though there went little stuff to it. Laudo ingenium, I like thy sconce, then hearken: Memphio made me of his counsel about marriage of his son to Stellio's daughter, Stellio made Riscio acquainted to plot a match with Memphio's son. To be short, they be both fools. But they are not fools that be short, if I thought thou meantst so, Senties qui vir sim, Thou shouldst have a crow to pull. Be not angry Halfpenny, for fellowship we will be all fools, and for gain all knaves. But why dost thou laugh? At mine own conceit and quick censure. What's the matter? Suddenly methought you two were asses, and that the least ass was the more ass. Thou art a fool, that cannot be. Yea, my young master taught me to prove it by learning, and so I can out of Ovid by a verse. Prithee how? You must first for fashion sake confess yourselves to be asses. Well. Then stand you here and you there. Go to. Then this is the verse as I point it, Cum mala per longas invaluere moras. So you see the least ass is the more ass. we'll bite thee for an ape if thou bob us like asses. But to end all, if thou wilt join with us, we will make a match between the two fools, for that must be our tasks, and thou shalt devise to couple Candius & Livia, by overreaching their fathers. Let me alone, Non enim mea pigra juventus, there's matter in this noddle. But look where Prisius' boy comes, as fit as a pudding for a dog's mouth. Pop three knaves in a sheath, I'll make it a right Tunbridge case, and be the bodkin.
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I hope you shall neuer slip string, but hang steddie. Dromio looke heere, now is my hand on my halfepenie. Thou lyest, thou hast not a farthing to laie thy hands on, I am none of thine: but let mee bee wagging, my head is full of hammers, & they haue so maletted my wit, that I am almost a malcontent. Why, whats the matter? My master hath a fine scholer to his sonne, Prisius a fayre lasse to his daughter. Well. They two loue one another deadly. In good time. The feathers haue put them vp, vtterly disliking the match, and haue appointed the one shall haue Memphios sonne, the other Stellios daughter, this workes lyke waxe, but how it will fadge in the end, the hen that sits next the cocke cannot tell. If thou haue but anie spice of knauery wele make thee happie. Tush, doubt not of mine, I am as full for my pitch as you are for yours, a wrens egge is as ful of meat as a goose eg, though there be not so much in it: you shal find this head wel stuft, though there went little stuffe to it. Laudo ingenium, I lyke thy sconce, then harken: Memphio made me of his counsell about marriage of his sonne to Stellios daughter, Stellio made Riscio acquainted to plot a match with Memphios sonne. To be short, they be both fooles. But they are not fooles that bee short, if I thought thou meantst so, Senties qui vir sim, Thou shouldst haue a crow to pull. Be not angrie Halfepenie, for fellowship we will be all fooles, and for gaine all knaues. But why doest thou laugh? At mine owne conceit and quicke censure. Whats the matter? Sodainly me thought you two were asses, and that the least asse was the more asse. Thou art a foole, that cannot be. Yea, my yong master taught me to proue it by learning, and so I can out of Ouid by a verse. Prethee how? You must first for fashion sake confes your selues to be asses. Well. Then stand you here and you there. Go to. Then this is the verse as I point it, Cum mala per longas inualuêre moras. So you see the least asse is the more asse. Weele bite thee for an ape if thou bob vs lyke asses. But to end all, if thou wilt ioyne with vs, we will make a match betweene the two fooles, for that must be our tasks, and thou shalt deuise to couple Candius & Liuia, by ouer-reaching their fathers. Let me alone, Non enim mea pigra iuuentus, there's matter in this noddle. But looke where Prisius boy comes, as fit as a pudding for a dogs mouth. Pop three knaues in a sheath, Ile make it a right Tunbridge case, and be the bodkin.