How a Man May Choose a Good Wife from a Bad · chunk 17 of 43
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 [c.1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
O that my wife were dead, here would I make My second choice, would she were buried, From out her grave this Marigold should grow, Which in my nuptials I would wear with pride. Die shall she, I have doomed her destiny. 'tis news M. Arthur to see you in such a place, How doth your wife? Faith Mistress Mary at the point of death, And long she cannot live, she shall not live To trouble me in this my second choice. I pray forbear sir, for here comes my Love, Good sir for this time leave me: by this kiss You cannot ask the question at my hands I will deny you: pray you get you gone. Farewell sweet Mistress Mary. Sweet adieu: Stand to me bill, and headpiece sit thou close, I hear my Love, my wench, my duck, my dear, Is sought by many suitors, but with this I'll keep the door, and enter he that dare. Virga be gone, thy twigs I'll turn to steel, These fingers that were expert in the jerk, In steed of lashing of the trembling podes, Must learn pash and knock, and beat and maul, Cleave pates, and caputs he that enters here Comes on his death, mors mort, is he shall taste. Alas poor fool, the Pedants mad for love, Thinks me more mad that I would marry him: he's come to watch me with a rusty bill, To keep my friends away by force of arms, I will not see him but stand still aside, And here observe him what he means to do. O utinam, that he that loves her best Durst offer but to touch her in this place. Per Iehoua, & junonem hoc, Shall pash his Coxcomb such a knock, As that his soul his course shall take To Limbo, and Auernus lake. In vain I watch in this dark hole, Would any living durst my manhood try, And offer to come up the stairs this way. O we should see you make a goodly fray. The wench I here watch with my bill, Amo, amas, amavi still. Qui audet let him come that dare, Death, hell, and Limbo be his share. Where's mistress Mary, never a post here, A bar of Iron 'gainst which to try my sword? Now by my beard a dainty piece of steel. O Ioue what a qualm is this I feel? Come hither Mall, is none here but we two? When didst thou see the starveling Schoolmaster? That Rat, that shrimp, that spindleshank, that Wren, that sheep-biter, that lean chittiface, that famine, that lean Envy, that all bones, that bare Anatomy, that Iack a Lent, that ghost, that shadow, that Moon in the wain. I wail in woe, I plunge in pain. When next I find him here I'll hang him up Like a dried sausage, in the chimneys top: That Stockfish, that poor Iohn, that gut of men. O that I were at home again.
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O that my wife were dead, here would I make My second choise, would she were buried, From out her graue this Marigold should grow, Which in my nuptials I wold weare with pride. Die shall shee, I haue doom'd her destenie. Tis newes M. Arthur to see you in such a place, How doth your wife? Faith Mistris Mary at the point of death, And long she cannot liue, she shall not liue To trouble me in this my second choice. I pray forbeare sir, for here comes my Loue, Good sir for this time leaue me: by this kisse You cannot aske the question at my hands I will denie you: pray you get you gone. Farwell sweet Mistris Mary. Sweet adieu: Stand to me bill, and head-peece sit thou close, I heare my Loue, my wench, my duck, my deare, Is sought by many sutors, but with this Ile keep the doore, and enter he that dare. Virga be gone, thy twigs Ile turne to steele, These fingers that were expert in the Ierke, In steed of lashing of the trembling podes, Must learne pash and knock, and beate and mall, Cleaue pates, and caputs he that enters here Comes on his death, mors mort, is he shall taste. Alas poore foole, the Pedants mad for loue, Thinkes me more mad that I would marry him: Hee's come to watch me with a rustie bill, To keep my friends away by force of armes, I will not see him but stand still aside, And here obserue him what he meanes to doo. O vtinam, that he that loues her best Durst offer but to tuch her in this place. Per Iehoua, & Iunonem hoc, Shall pash his Coxcombe such a knock, As that his soule his course shall take To Limbo, and Auernus lake. In vaine I watch in this darke hole, Would any liuing durst my manhood trie, And offer to come vp the staires this way. O we should see you make a goodly fray. The wench I here watch with my bill, Amo, amas, amaui still. Qui audet let him come that dare, Death, hell, and Limbo be his share. Wheres mistris Mary, neuer a post here, A bar of Iron gainst which to trie my sword? Now by my beard a daintie peece of steele. O Ioue what a qualme is this I feele? Come hither Mall, is none here but we two? When didst thou see the starueling Schoole-maister? That Rat, that shrimp, that spindleshanck, that Wren, that sheep-biter, that leane chittiface, that famine, that leane Enuy, that all bones, that bare Anatomy, that Iack a Lent, that ghost, that shadow, that Moone in the waine. I waile in woe, I plunge in paine. When next I finde him here Ile hang him vp Like a dried Sawsedge, in the Chimnies top: That Stock-fish, that poore Iohn, that gut of men. O that I were at home againe.