Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 17 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Come sweetest Love, let's give time pleasing wing, What shall we make some purposes or sing? I will sing, so you will bear my burden. Come lay thy head then in my virgin lap, And with a soft sleek hand I'll clap thy cheek, And wring thy fingers with an ardent gripe: I'll breath amours, and even entrance thy spirit, And sweetly in the shade lie dallying. Now dally sport and play, This merry month of May, This is the merry, merry month, Sweet time for dallying: The Birds sit chirping, chirping, The Doves sit billing, billing, Philip is treading, is treading, is treading, is treading, is treading, All are to pleasures willing. You that are fair and witty, Observe this easy Ditty, And leave not Nature's Nature's bliss; Do not refuse to kiss. The Birds sit chirping, chirping, The Doves sit billing, billing, Philip is treading, is treading, etc. Death I can holder: Life of love Amazing beauty, let not me seem rude, Though thus I seem to square with modesty. Pray you let me go, for he'll begin to square, And even as some do wear Muffs for warmth, some for wantonness, some for pride, some for neither, but to hide gouty fingers, so will I get your Father's consent, and marry you. Fare you well. Sir it were good you got a benefice, Some Evenuched Vicarage, or some Fellowship, To prop up your weak younger brothership. Match with your equals, dare not to aspire My seat of love, I wis Sir, I look higher. Astonishment of Nature, be not proud Of Fortune's bounties: Brabant is a man, Though not so clogged with dirt as others are: I do confess my younger brothership; Yet therein lay no such disparagement As your high scorn imputes unto my worth. Coach Jades and Dogs, are coupled still together, Only for outward likeness, growth and strength, But the bright models of eternity, Are joined together for affection, Which in the soul is formed. Oh let this move, Love should make marriage, and not marriage Love. Woo her no more Brabant, thou'lt make her proud, You Dutch Ancient why should you look higher? His births as good as yours, and so's his face: Put off your Iengle, jangles, and be not as fair, He shall renounce it, fore this Audience, Put off your clothes, and you are like a Banbery cheese, Nothing but paring: why should you be proud, And look on none but Weathercocks forsooth? O you shall have a thousand pound a year! Bar Lady that's a bumming sound. But hark, Wilt therefore be a slave, unto a slave, One that's a bound Rogue unto Ignorance? Well thou'lt serve to make him gelid broths, And scratch his head, and may be now and then he'll slaver thee a kiss. Plague on such marriages. Rude uncivil Clown.
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Come sweetest Loue, lets giue time pleasing wing, What shall we make some purposes or sing? I will sing, so you will beare my burthen. Come laie thy head then in my virgin lappe, And with a soft sleeke hand Il'e clappe thy cheeke, And wring thy fingers with an ardent gripe: Ile breathe amours, and euen intraunce thy spirit, And sweetly in the shade lie dallying. Now dally sport and play, This merry month of May, This is the merry, mery month, Sweet time for dallying: The Birds sit chirping, chirping, The Doues sit billing, billing, Phillip is treading, is treading, is treading, is treading, is treading, All are to pleasures willing. You that are faire and wittie, Obserue this easie Dittie, And leaue not Natures Natures blisse; Do not refuse to kisse. The Birds sit chirping, chirping, The Doues sit billing, billing, Phillip is treading, is treading, &c. Death I can holder: Life of loue Amazing bewtie, let not me seeme rude, Tho thus I seeme to square with modestie. Pray you let me go, for heele begin to square, And euen as some doo weare Muffes for warmth, some for wantonnesse, some for pride, some for neither, but to hide gowtie fingers, so will I get your Fathers consent, and marry you. Fare you well. Sir it were good you got a benefice, Some Evenuch'd Vicaridge, or some Fellowship, To prop vp your weake yonger brothership. Match with your equalls, dare not to aspier My seate of loue, I wis Sir, I looke higher. Astonishment of Nature, be not proud Of Forunes bounties: Brabant is a man, Tho not so clogd with durt as others are: I do confesse my yonger brothership; Yet therein laie no such disparagement As your high scorne imputes vnto my worth. Coach Iades and Dogges, are coupled still together, Only for outward likenes, growth and strength, But the bright models of eternitie, Are ioind together for affection, Which in the soule is form'de. Oh let this moue, Loue should make mariage, and not mariage Loue. Wooe her no more Brabant, thou'lt make her proud, You Duch Ancient why should you looke higher? His births as good as yours, and so's his face: Put off your Iengle, Iangles, and be not as faire, He shall renounce it, fore this Audience, Put off your cloathes, and you are like a Banbery cheese, Nothing but paring: why should you be proud, And looke on none but Weathercocks forsooth? O you shall haue a thousand pound a yeare! Bar Ladie thats a bumming sound. But harke, Wilt therefore be a slaue, vnto a slaue, One thats a bound Rogue vnto Ignorance? Well thou'lt serue to make him gellide broaths, And scratch his head, and may be now and then Heele slauer thee a kisse. Plague on such mariages. Rudevnciuile Clowne.