Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Fortunio, now my wedding days be past I have that husband which contents me best. Words sounding death, may I thy husband know. Why sir, I late am wedded to my woe, With him I live, he doth enjoy my heart. Tush madame, that marriage may be quickly mad, Beauty to dwell with woe were to to bad. Hear me a word. Madame, I see your husband hath pruented us, Well, let him fly, his chests are sealed up, The house and some small helps are left for you, But if in this your extreme misery, ●ou will vouchsafe to follow mine advice, I will assure you good and wealth enough. As how my Lord? Forget thy Lelios' love, Grant me possession of thy private bed. avant unreverend pailard, touch me not. Here's first a knack to know an honest Lady. 'tis but a trick of youth, refuse not me. Away dishonest man, abuse not me, My poverty is happiness to me, So long as virtue guides and govern it, Come Lucida, beware of subtle men. Fly from these sirens that enchant chaste hearts, Come let our toiling fingers get us bread, Before suspect should prejudice our names. Good madame but a word, and then no more. Sir, in a word you shalt not tempt me more, I am too noble to forget myself, Too chaste to be a prince's concubine: Offer your lewd assaults among your courtesans, I am no stolen for your unhonest lust: and so farewell. Do so as thou hast said, Thou shalt be crowned with honour, courteous maid. Despised and scorned, what should I but despair, Use force, my Lord, & win what you would have. I, here's a knack to know an arrant knave, Virtue near taught thee that. She sets a bit upon her bridled lust, She hath a water of a holy zeal, To drown the shame of vain affection in. Peace foolish fool, thou dost abuse our talk. What do these flatterers where free men walk? Hark my Fortunio, I will tell a tale, An ox in Memphes with his poring tongue, Licking in doctious weeds did so foretell His following death: a wretch like to myself, Beating Marchettos cloak, doth prophesy His following shame, unless he mend his life. 'tis true my friends, I heard the pulley creak, The stirring crane did make a mighty noise, And by a rope I saw descending down, The cursed murderer, Lord Lelio. 'tis Brishio succours Lelio, none else. What news my friends, what makes Seruio up? Captain, Lord Lelio hitherto hath kept in Brishios' house, And this night from his lee is slipped away, I saw the anchor fished, the sails new hoist, Ask of this peasant if I tell not true. Sirrah, didst thou see Lelio? I marry did I sir. What need we more? Marie to know when I saw him last, For the first time I saw him was at his marriage.
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Fortunio, now my wedding daies be paſt I haue that husband which contents me beſt. Words ſounding death, may I thy husband know. Why ſir, I late am wedded to my wo, With him I liue, he doth inioy my heart. Tuſh madame, that mariage may bee quickly mad, Beautie to dwel with wo were to to bad. Heare me a word. Madame, I ſee your husband hath pruented vs, Well, let him flie, his cheſts are ſealed vp, The houſe and ſome ſmall helps are left for you, But if in this your extreame miſerie, ou will vouchſafe to follow mine aduice, I will aſſure you good and wealth inough. As how my Lord? Forget thy Lelios loue, Grant me poſſeſsion of thy priuate bed. Auant vnreuerend pailard, touch me not. Here's firſt a knacke to know an honeſt Lady. Tis but a tricke of youth, refuſe not me. Awaie diſhoneſt man, abuſe not me, My pouertie is happines to me, So long as vertue guides and gouerne it, Come Lucida, beware of ſubtill men. Fly from theſe Sirenes that inchant chaſt hearts, Come let our toiling fingers get vs bread, Before ſuſpect ſhould preiudice our names. Good madame but a word, and then no more. Sir, in a word you ſhalt not tempt me more, I am too noble to forget my ſelfe, Too chaſt to be a princes concubine: Offer your lewd aſſaultes among your curtizans, I am no ſtale for your vnhoneſt luſt: and ſo farewell. Do ſo as thou haſt ſayd, Thou ſhalt be crownd with honor, curteous maid. Deſpiſde and ſcornd, what ſhould I but deſpaire, Vſe force, my Lord, & win what you wold haue. I, here's a knacke to know an arrant knaue, Vertue neare taught thee that. She ſets a bit vpon her brideled luſt, She hath a water of a holy zeale, To drowne the ſhame of vaine affection in. Peace fooliſh foole, thou doeſt abuſe our talke. What doo theſe flatterers where free men walke? Hearke my Fortunio, I will tell a tale, An oxe in Memphes with his poaring tongue, Licking in doctious weeds did ſo foretell His following death: a wretch like to my ſelfe, Beating Marchettos cloake, doth propheſie His following ſhame, vnles he mend his life. Tis true my friends, I heard the pullie creake, The ſtirring crane did make a mightie noiſe, And by a rope I ſawe deſcending downe, The curſed murderer, Lord Lelio. Tis Briſhio ſuccors Lelio, none elſe. What news my friends, what makes Seruio vp? Captaine, Lorde Lelio hetherto hath kept in Briſhios houſe, And this night from his lee is ſlipt awaie, I ſawe the ancor fiſht, the ſailes new hoiſt, Aske of this peaſant if I tell not true. Sirrha, didſt thou ſee Lelio? I marie did I ſir. What need we more? Marie to know when I ſawe him laſt, For the firſt time I ſawe him was at his marriage.