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 0.82 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I cry you mercy sir, I think it was Memphio's son that was married. O ho the case is altered, go thither then and be haltered for me. What's the alms? An Angel. I'll warrant there's some work towards, ten shillings is money in master majors purse. Let us to Memphio's and share equally, when we have done all thou shalt have new shoes. I such as they cry at the Sizes, a mark in issues, and mark in issues, and yet I never saw so much leather as would piece one's shoes. No more, there's the money. A good handsel, and I think the maidenhead of your liberality. Come here's the house, what shall we sing? You know Memphio is very rich and wise, and therefore let us strike the gentle stroke, and sing a catch. THe Bride this Night can catch no cold, No cold, the bridegroom's young, not old, Like ivy he her fast does hold, And clips her. And lips her. And flips her too. Then let them alone, They know what they do. At laugh and lie down, if they play, What Ass against the sport can bray? Such tick-tack has held many a day, And longer. And stronger. It still holds too. Then let them alone, They know what they do, This Night, In delight Does thump away sorrow. Of billing Take your filling, So good morrow, good morrow. God morrow mistress bride and send you a huddle. What crowding knaves have we there, case up your fiddles, or the constable shall cage you up. What bride talk you of? Here's a wedding in Rochester, and 'twas told me first that Sperantus' son had married Prisius' daughter, we were there, and they sent us to your worship, saying your son was matched with Stellio's daughter. Hath Sperantus that churl nothing to do but mock his neighbours, I'll be even with him, and get you gone, or I swear by the roods body I'll lay you by the heels. Sing a catch, here's a fair catch in deed, sing till we catch cold on our feet, and be called knave till our ears glow on our heads, your worship is wise sir. Dromio shake off a whole kennel of officers, to punish these jarring rogues, I'll teach them to stretch their dried sheeps guts at my door, and to mock one that stands to be maior. I had thought they had been sticking of pigs, I heard such a squeaking, I go sir. Let us be packing. Where is my scabbard, every one sheath his science. A bots on the shoemaker that made this boot for my fiddle, 'tis too straight. No more words, 'twill be thought they were the four waits, and let them wring, as or the wags that set us on work, we'll talk with them. They be gone sir. If they had stayed, the stocks should have stayed them. But sirrah, what shall we now do?
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I crie you mercie sir, I thinke it was Memphios sonne that was married. O ho the case is altered, go thether then and be haltered for me. Whats the almes? An Angell. Ile warrant thers some worke towards, ten shillings is money in master Maiors purse. Let vs to Memphios and share equally, when we haue done all thou shalt haue new shooes. I such as they cry at the Sizes, a marke in issues, and marke in issues, and yet I neuer sawe so much leather as would peece ones shooes. No more, thers the mony. A good handfell, and I thinke the maidenhead of your liberalitie. Come heres the house, what shall we sing? You know Memphio is verie rich and wise, and therefore let vs strike the gentle stroke, and sing a catch. THe Bride this Night can catch no cold, No cold, the Bridegroome's yong, not old, Like Iuie he her fast does hold, And clips her. And lips her. And flips her too. Then let them alone, They know what they doe. At laugh and lie downe, if they play, What Asse against the sport can bray? Such Tick-tacke has held many a day, And longer. And stronger. It still holds too. Then let them alone, They know what they doe, This Night, In delight Does thump away sorrow. Of billing Take your filling, So good morrow, good morrow. God morrowe mistres bride and sende you a huddle. What crouding knaues haue we there, case vp your fiddles, or the cunstable shall cage you vppe. What bride talke you of? Heres a wedding in Rochester, and twas tolde me first that Sperantus son had married Prisius daughter, we were there, and they sent vs to your worshippe, saying your son was matched with Stellios daughter. Hath Sperantus that churle nothing to doe but mocke his neighbours, Ile bee euen with him, and get you gone, or I sweare by the roodes bodie Ile laye you by the heeles. Sing a catch, heres a faire catch in deed, sing til we catch colde on our feet, and bee cald knaue tyll our eares glowe on our heades, your worshippe is wise sir. Dromio shake off a whole kennel of officers, to punish these iarring rogues, Ile teach them to stretch theyr dried sheepes guts at my doore, and to mock one that stands to be maior. I had thought they had beene sticking of pigs, I heard such a squeaking, I go sir. Let vs be packing. Where is my scabbarde, euerye one sheath his science. A bots on the shoemaker that made this boote for my iddle, tis too straight. No more wordes, twill bee thought they were the foure waies, and let them wring, as or the wagges that set vs on worke, wele talke with them. They be gone sir. If they had stayed, the stockes shoulde haue staied them. But sirra, what shall we now doo?