Lyly, John · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1587-1591] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.84 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
For my part I wish them well. And I, and since there is no remedy, that I am glad of it. But will you never hereafter take it in dudgeon, but use them as well as though yourselves had made the marriage. Not, I. Nor I. Sir, here's two old men are glad that your loves so long continued, is so happily concluded. we thank them, and if they will come to Memphio's house they shall take part of a bad dinner. This cottons, and works like wax in a sows ear. Well, seeing our purposes are prevented, we must lay other plots, for Livia shall not have Candius. Fear not, for I have sworn that Candius shall not have Livia. But let not us fall out because our children fall in. Wilt thou go soon to Memphio's house? I and if you will let us, that we may see how the young couple bride it, and so we may teach our own. By this time I am sure, the wags have played their parts, there rests nothing now for us but to match Accius and Silena It was too good to be true, for we should laugh heartily, and without laughing my spleen would split, but whist here comes the man, and yonder the maid, let us stand aside. What means my father to thrust me forth in another's boys' coat? I'll warrant 'tis to as much purpose as a hem in the forehead. There was an ancient proverb knocked in the head. I am almost come into mine nonage, and yet I never was so far as the proverbs of this city. There's a quip for the suburbs of Rochester. Excellently applied. Well, though this furniture make me a sullen dame, yet I hope in mine own I am no saint. A brave fight is like to be between a cock with a long comb, and a hen with a long leg. Nay her wits are shorter than her legs. And his comb longer than his wit. I have yonder uncovered a fair girl, I'll be so bold as spur her, what might a body call her name? I cannot help you at this time, I pray you come again tomorrow. I marry sir. You need not be so lusty, you are not so honest. I cry you mercy I took you for a joined stool. here's courting for a conduit or a bakehouse. But what are you for a man? methinks you look as pleaseth God. What do you give me the boots? Whether will they, here be right cobblers cuts. I am taken with a fit of love: Have you any mind of marriage? I had thought to have asked you. Upon what acquaintance? Who would have thought it? Much in my gascoins, more in my round hose, all my fathers are as white as daisies, as an egg full of meat.
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For my part I wish them well. And I, and since there is no remedie, that I am glad of it. But will you neuer heereafter take it in dugeon, but vse them as well as though your selues had made the marriage. Not, I. Nor I. Sir, heres two old men are glad that your loues so long continued, is so happily concluded. Wee thanke them, and if they will come to Memphios house they shall take parte of a bad dinner. This cottons, and workes like waxe in a sowes eare. Well, seeing our purposes are preuented, wee must lay other plots, for Liuia shall not haue Canaius. Feare not, for I haue sworne that Canaius shall not haue Liuia. But let not vs fall out because our children fall in. Wilt thou goe soone to Memphios house? I and if you will let vs, that we may see how the young couple bride it, and so we may teach our owne. By this time I am sure, the wagges haue playde their parts, there rests nothing now for vs but to match Accius and Silena It was too good to be true, for we should laugh heartily, and without laughing my spleene would split, but whist here comes the man, and yonder the maide, let vs stand aside. What meanes my father to thrust mee forth in anothers boyes coate? Ile warrant tis to as much purpose as a hem in the forehead. There was an auncient prouerbe knockt in the head. I am almost come into mine nonage, and yet I neuer was so farre as the prouerbes of this citie. Theres a quip for the suburbes of Rochester. Excellently applyed. Well, though this furniture make mee a sullen dame, yet I hope in mine owne I am no saint. A braue fight is lyke to bee betweene a cocke with a long combe, and a hen with a long leg. Nay her wits are shorter than her legs. And his combe longer than his wit. I haue yonder vncouered a faire girle, Ile be so bolde as spurre her, what might a bodie call her name? I cannot help you at this time, I praie you come againe to morrow. I marie sir. You neede not bee so lustye, you are not so honest. I crie you mercy I tooke you for a ioynd stoole. Heeres courting for a conduit or a bakehouse. But what are you for a man? me thinks you loke as pleaseth God. What doo you giue me the boots? Whether will they, here be right coblers cuts. I am taken with a fit of loue: Haue you anye minde of marriage? I had thought to haue askt you. Vpon what acquaintance? Who would haue thought it? Much in my gascoins, more in my round hose, all my fathers are as white as daisies, as an egge full of meate.