How a Man May Choose a Good Wife from a Bad · chunk 2 of 43
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 [c.1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Nay I think so, I never looked for better; This 'tis to marry children when they are young, I said as much at first, that such young brats Would 'gree together, even like dogs and cats. Nay pray you M. Lusam say not so, There was great hope, though they were matched but young Their virtues would have made then sympathize, And live together like two quiet Saints, You say true, there was great hope indeed They would have lived like Saints, but where's the fault? If fame be true, the most fault's in my son. You say true M. Arthur, 'tis so indeed. Nay sir, I do not altogether excuse Your daughter, many lay the blame on her, Ha say you so, bithmasse 'tis like enough, For from her childhood she hath been a shrew. A shrew, you wrong her, all the town admires her, For mildness, chasteness, and humility. Fore God you say well, she is so indeed. The City doth admire her for these virtues. O sir, you praise your child too palpably, she's mild and chaste, but not admired so much. I so I say, I did not mean admired. Yes if a man do well consider her, Your daughter is the wonder of her sex. Are you advised of that, I cannot tell What 'tis you call the wonder of her sex, But she is, is she, I indeed she is. What is she? even what you will, you know best what she is. Yond is her husband, let us leave this walk, How full are bad thoughts of suspicion; I love, but loathe myself for loving so, Yet cannot change my disposition. Medice cure teipsum. Hei mihi quod mellis amor est medicabilis herbis. All your persuasions are to no effect, Never allege her virtues nor her beauty, My settled unkindness hath begot A resolution to be unkind still, My ranging pleasures love variety. Oh too unkind unto so kind a wife, Too virtueless to one so virtuous, And too unchaste unto so chaste a matron. But soft sir, see where my two fathers are Busily talking, let us shrink aside, For if they see me, they are bent to chide. I think 'tis best to go straight to the house And make them friends again: what think you sir? I think so too. Now I remember too, that's not so good, For divers reasons I think best stay here, And leave them to their wrangling, what think you? I think so too. Nay we will go that's certain. I 'tis best, 'tis best in sooth: there's no way but to go. Yet if our going should breed more unrest, More discord, more dissension, more debate, More wrangling where there is enough already, 'twere better stay then go. Fore God 'tis true, Our going may perhaps breed more debate, And then we may too late wish we had stayed: And therefore if you will be ruled by me, We will not go that's flat: Nay if we love Our credits, or our quiets, let's not go.
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Nay I thinke so, I neuer lookt for better; This tis to marry children when they are yong, I said as much at first, that such yong brats Would gree together, euen like dogs and cats. Nay pray you M. Lusam say not so, There was great hope, though they were matcht but yong Their vertues would haue made then simpathise, And liue together like two quiet Saints, You say true, there was great hope indeed They would haue liu'd like Saints, but wheres the fault? If fame be true, the most fault's in my sonne. You say true M. Arthur, tis so indeed. Nay sir, I do not altogether excuse Your daughter, many lay the blame on her, Ha say you so, bithmasse tis like enough, For from her childhood she hath bene a shrowe. A shrow, you wrong her, all the towhe admires her, For mildnesse, chastnesse, and humilitie. Fore God you say well, she is so indeed. The Citie doth admire her for these vertues. O sir, you praise your child too palpably, Shee's mild and chast, but not admir'd so much. I so I say, I did not meane admir'd. Yes if a man do well consider her, Your daughter is the wonder of her sexe. Are you aduisde of that, I cannot tell What tis you call the wonder of her sexe, But she is, is she, I indeed she is. What is she? Euen what you wil, you know best what she is. Yon is her husband, let vs leaue this walke, How full are bad thoughts of suspition; I loue, but loath my selfe for louing so, Yet cannot change my disposition. Mede cure teipsum. Hei mihi quod mellis amor est medicabilis her is. All your perswasions are to no effect, Neuer alledge her vertues nor her beautie, My setled vnkindnes hath begot A resolution to be vnkind still, My raunging pleasures loue varietie. Oh too vnkind vnto so kind a wife, Too vritules to one so vertuous, And too vnchast vnto so chast a matron. But soft sir, see where my two fathers are Busily talking, let vs shrinke aside, For if they see me, they are bent to chide. I thinke tis best to goe straight to the house And make them friends againe: what thinke you sir? I thinke so too. Now I remember too, that's not so good, For diuers reasons I thinke best stay here, And leaue them to their wrangling, what thinke you? I thinke so too. Nay we will goe that's certaine. I tis best, tis best in sooth: theres no way but to goe. Yet if our going should breed more vnrest, More discord, more dissention, more debate, More wrangling where there is inough alreadie, Twere better stay then goe. Fore God tis true, Our going may perhaps breed more debate, And then we may too late wish we had staid: And therefore if you will be rulde by me, We will not goe that's flat: Nay if we loue Our credits, or our quiets, lets not goe.