How a Man May Choose a Good Wife from a Bad · chunk 33 of 43
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 [c.1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Worcester's Men T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.81 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Nay then I see thou lovest me, & I find By this last motion, thou art grown more kind. My love and kindness like my age shall grow, And with the time increase, and thou shalt see, The older I grow, the kinder I will be. I so I hope it will but as for mine, That with my age shall day by day decline. Come shall we go? With thee to the world's end. Whose beauty most admire, and all commend. 'tis true as I relate the circumstance, And she is with my mother safe at home, But yet for all the hate I can allege Against her husband, nor for all the love That on my own part I can urge her too, Will she be won to gratify my love. All things are full of ambiguity, And I admire this wondrous accident. But Anselm, Arthur's about a new wife, a bona raba, How will she take it when she hears this news? I think even as a virtuous Matron should; It may be that report may from thy mouth Beget some pity from her flinty heart, And I will urge her with it presently. Unless report be false, they are linked already, They are fast as words can tie them: I will tell thee How I by chance did meet him the last night. One said to me, this Arthur did intend To have a wife, and presently to marry: Amidst the street I met him as my friend, And to his Love a present he did carry. It was some ring, some stomacher, or toy, I spoke to him, and bad God glue him joy. God give me joy quoth he, of what I pray? Marry quoth I, your wedding that is toward. 'tis false quoth he, & would have gone his way. Come, come, quoth I, so near it, & so froward: I urged him hard by our familiar loves, Prayed him withal not to forget my gloves. Then he began, your kindness hath been great, Your courtesy great, and your love not common, Yet so much favour pray let me entreat, To be excused from marrying any woman. I knew the wench that is become his Bride, And smiled to think how deeply he had lied, For first he swore he did not court a maid, A wife he could not, she was elsewhere tied, And as for such as widows were, he said, And deeply swore, none such should be his bride, Widow, nor wife, nor maid, I asked no more, Knowing he was betrothed unto a whore. Is it not Mistress Mary that you mean, She that did dine with us at Arthur's house? The same, the same, here comes the Gentle woman, Oh Mistress Arthur, I am of your counsel, Welcome from death to life.
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Nay then I see thou louest me, & I finde By this last motiō, thou art growne more kinde. My loue and kindnesse like my age shal grow, And with the increase, and thou shalt see, The older I grow, the kinder I will bee. I so I hope it will but as for mine, That with my age shall day by day decline. Come shall we goe? With thee to the worlds end. Whose beautie most admire, and all commend. Tis true as I relate the circumstance, And she is with my mother safe at home, But yet for all the hate I can alledge Against her husband, nor for all the loue That on my owne part I can vrge her too, Will she be wonne to gratifie my loue. All things are full of ambiguitie, And I admire this wondrous accident. But Anselme, Arthur's about a new wife, a bona raba, How will she take it when she heares this newes? I thinke euen as a vertuous Matron should; It may be that report may from thy mouth Beget some pittie from her intie heart, And I will vrge her with it presently. Vnlesse report be false, they are linkt alreadie, They are fast as words can tie them: I will tell thee How I by chance did meet him the last night. One said to me, this Arthur did intend To haue a wife, and presently to marrie: Amidst the street I met him as my friend, And to his Loue a present he did carrie. It was some ring, some stomacher, or toy, I spake to him, and bad God glue him ioy. God giue me ioy quoth he, of what I pray? Marrie quoth I, your wedding that is toward. Tis false quoth he, & would haue gone his way. Come, come, quoth I, so neare it, & so froward: I vrg'd him hard by our familiar loues, Pray'd him withall not to forget my gloues. Then he began, your kindnesse hath bene great, Your curtesie great, and your loue not common, Yet so much fauour pray let me intreat, To be excus'd from marrying any woman. I knew the wench that is become his Bride, And smil'd to thinke how deepely he had lide, For first he swore he did not court a maide, A wife he could not, she was else-where tied, And as for such as widowes were, he said, And deeply swore, none such shuld be his bride, Widow, nor wife, nor maide, I askt no more, Knowing he was betroth'd vnto a whore. Is it not Mistris Mary that you meane, She that did dine with vs at Arthurs house? The same, the same, here comes the Gentle woman, Oh Mistris Arthur, I am of your counsell, Welcome from death to life.