Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 3 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
All will come. Well said, here, write them out again, and put the men from the women; and Peter, when we are at Church bring wine and cakes, be light & nimble good Flash, for your burden will be but light. Prickshaft God morrow, god morrow: go, in, in, in, to the Bridegroom, taste a cup of burnt wine this morning, 'twill make you fly the better all the day after. You are an early stirrer Sir Quintilian Shorthose. I am so, it behoves me at my daughter's wedding, in, in, in; fellow put out thy torch, and put thyself into my buttery, the torch burns ill in thy hand, the wine will burn better in thy belly, in in. Ware there, room for Sir Adam Prickshaft: your Worship— Sir Vaughan and Widow, Minever, welcome, welcome, a thousand times: my lips Mistress Widow shall bid you God morrow, in, in, one to the Bridegroom, the other to the Bride. Why then Sir Quintilian Shorthose, I will step into mistress Bride, and Widow Minever, shall go upon M. Bridegroom. No pardon, for by my truly Sir Vaughan, I'll ha' no dealings with any M. Bridegrooms. In widow in, in honest knight in. I will usher you mistress widow. Light there for sir Vaughan; your good Worship— Drink that shilling Ma. Peter Flash, in your guts and belly. I'll not drink it down sir, but I'll turn it into that which shall run down, oh merrily! God morrow to these beauties, and Gentlemen, that have Ushered this troup of Ladies to my daughter's wedding, welcome, welcome all; music? nay then the bridegroom's coming, where are these knaves here? All here sir. God morrow Ladies and fair troops of gallants, that have deposed the drowsy King of sleep, to Crown our train with your rich presences, I salute you all; Each one share thanks from thanks in general. God morrow M. Bridegroom, mistress Bride. God morrow M. Bride groom. Gallants I shall entreat you to prepare, For Masks and Revels to defeat the night, Our Sovereign will in person grace our marriage. What will the king be here? Father he will. Where be these knaves? More Rosemary and gloves, gloves, gloves: choose Gentlemen; Ladies put on soft skins upon the skin of softer hands; so, so: come mistress Bride take you your place, the old men first, and then the Bachelors; Maids with the Bride, Widows and wives together, the priest's at Church, 'tis time that we march thither Dear Blunt at our return from Church, take pains to step to Horace, for our nuptial songs; now Father when you please. Agreed, set on, come good Sir Vaughan, must we lead the way? Peter you go too fast for Mistress pride: so, gingerly, gingerly; I muse why Sir Adam Prickshaft sticks so short behind? He follows close, not too fast, hold up knaves, Thus we lead youth to church, they us to graves.
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All wil come. Well sayd, heere, wryte them out agen, and put the men from the women; and Peeter, when we are at Church bring wine and cakes, be light & nimble good Flash, for your burden will be but light. Prickeshaft God morrow, god morrow: goe, in, in, in, to the Bridegroome, taste a cup of burnt wine this morning, twill mke you flye the better all the day after. You are an early styrrer Sir Quintilian Shorthose. I am so, it behoues me at my daughters wedding, in, in, in; fellow put ou thy torch, and put thy selfe into my buttery, the torch burnes ill in thy hand, the wine will burne better in thy belly, in in. Ware there, roome for Sir Adam Prickeshaft: your Worship— Sir Vaughan ad Widdow, Mineuer, welcome, welcome, a thousand times: my lips Mistris Widdow shall bid you God morrow, in, in, one to the Bridegroome, the other to the Bride. Why then Sir quiontilian Shorthose, I will step into mistris Bride, and Widdow Mineuer, shall goe vpon M. Bridegroome. No pardon, for by my truely Sir Vaughan, Ile ha no dealings with any M. Bridegroomes. In widdow in, in honest knight in. I will vsher you mistris widdow. Light there for sir Vaughan; your good Worship— Drinke that shilling Ma. Peeter Flash, in your guttes and belly. Ile not drinke it downe sir, but Ile turne it into that which shall run downe, oh merrily! God morrow to these beauties, and Gentlemen, that haue Vshered this troope of Ladyes to my daughters wedding, welcome, welcome all; musick? nay then the bridegroome's comming, where are these knaues heere? All here sir. God morrow Ladies and fayre troopes of gallants, that haue depos'd the drowzy King of sleep, to Crowne our traine with your rich presences, I salute you all; Each one share thanks from thanks in generall. God morrow M. Bride-groome, mistris Bride. God morrow M. Bride groome. Gallants I shal intreate you to prepare, For Maskes and Reuels to defeate the night, Our Soueraigne will in person grace our marriage. What will the king be heer? Father he will. Where be these knaues? More Rose-mary and gloues, gloues, gloues: choose Gentlemen; Ladyes put on soft skins vpon the skin of softer hands; so, so: come mistris Bride take you your place, the olde men first, and then the Batchelors; Maydes with the Bride, Widdows and wiues together, the priset's at Church, tis time that we march thether Deare Blunt at our returne from Church, take paines to step to Horace, for our nuptiall songs; now Father when you please. Agreed, set on, come good Sir Vaughan, must we lead the way? Peeter you goe too fast for Mistris pride: so, gingerly, gingerly; I muse why Sir Adam Prickeshaft sticks so short behinde? He follows close, not too fast, holde vp knaues, Thus we lead youth to church, they vs to graues.