Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 14 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 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Men, were maids cowards, they'd not come so near, My Lord the Measure's done, I plead my duty. Only my heart takes measure of thy beauty. Now by my hose I swear, that's no deep oath, This was a fine sweet earthquake gently moved, By the soft wind of whispering Silks: come Ladies, Whose joints are made out of the dancing Orbs, Come, follow me, walk a cold measure now; In the Bride's Chamber; your hot beauties melt, Take every one her fan, give them their places, And wave the Northern wind upon your faces. Sir Walter Terrill. My confirmed Liege Beauty out of her bounty, thee hath lent, More than her own with liberal extent. What means my Lord? Thy Bride, thy choice, thy wife, She that is now thy fathom, thy new world, That brings thee people, and makes little subjects; Kneel at thy feet, obey in every thing, So every Father is a private King. My Lord, her beauty is the poorest part, Chiefly her virtues did endow my heart. Do not backbite her beauties, they all shine, Brighter on thee, because the beams are thine, To thee more fair, to others her two lips Show like a parted Moon in thine Eclipse; That glance, which lovers 'mongst themselves devise, Walks as invisible to other eyes: Give me thine ear. What means the King? 'tis a quaint strain. My Lord. Thou darest not What. She is too course an object for the Court. Thou darest not Wat: let tonight be tomorrow, For she's not yet mine own. Thou darest not Wat: My Lord I dare, but— But I see thou darest not. This night. Yea, this night, tush thy mind repairs not, The more thou talk'st of night, the more thou darest not; Thus far I tend, I would but turn this sphere, Of ladies' eyes, and place it in the Court, Where thy fair Bride should for the Zodiac shine, And every Lady else sit for a sign. But all thy thoughts are yellow, thy sweet blood Rebels, thouart jealous Wat; thus with proud revels To emulate the masking firmament, Where Stars dance in the silver Hall of heaven, Thy pleasure should be seasoned, and thy bed Relish thy Bride, But, but thou darest not Wat. My Lord I dare. Speak that again. I dare. Again kind Wat, and then I know thou darest. I dare and will by that joint holy oath, Which she and I swore to the book of heaven. This very day when the surveying Sun, ris like a witness to her faith and mine, By all the loyalty that subjects owe To Majesty, by that, by this, by both, I swear to make a double guarded oath, This night untainted by the touch of man, She shall a Virgin come. To Court?
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Men, were Maides cowards, they'd not come so nere, My Lord the Measure's done, I pleale my duetie. Onelie my heart takes measure of thy beautie. Now by my hose I sweare, that's no deepe oath, This was a fine sweet earth-quake gentlie moou'd, By the soft winde of whispring Silkes: come Ladies, Whose ioynts are made out of the dauncing Orbes, Come, follow me, walke a colde measure now; In the Brides Chamber; your hot beautie's melt, Take euerie one her fan, giue them their places, And waue the Northerne winde vpon your faces. Sir Walter Terrill. My confirmed Leige Beautie out of her bountie, thee hath lent, More then her owne with liberall extent. What meanes my Lord? Thy Bride, thy choice, thy wife, She that is now thy fadom, thy new world, That brings thee people, and makes little subiects; Kneele at thy feete, obay in euerie thing, So euerie Father is a priuate King. My Lord, her beauty is the poorest part, Chieflie her vertues did endowe my heart. Doe not back-bite her beauties, they all shine, Brighter on thee, because the beames are thine, To thee more faire, to others her two lips Shew like a parted Moone in thine Eclipse; That glaunce, which louers mongst themselues deuise, Walkes as inuisible to other eies: Giue me thine eare. What meanes the King? Tis a quaint straine. My Lord. Thou darst not Wat. She is too course an obiect for the Court. Thou darst not VVat: let to night be to morrow, For shee's not yet mine owne. Thou darst not Wat▪ My Lord I dare, but— But I see thou darst not. This night. Yea, this night, tush thy minde repaires not, The more thou talk'st of night, the more thou darst not; Thus farre I tend, I wod but turne this spheare, Of Ladies eyes, and place it in the Court, Where thy faire Bride should for the Zodiacke shine, And euery Lady ele sit for a signe. But all thy thoughts are yellow, thy sweet bloud Rebels, th'art iealous Wat; thus with proude reuels To emmulate the masking firmament, VVhere Starres dance in the siluer Hall of heauen, Thy pleasure should be seasoned, and thy bed Relish thy Bride, But, but thou darst not VVat. My Loord I dare. Speake that agen. I dare. Agen kinde VVat, and then I know thou darst. I dare and will by that ioynt holy oath, VVhich she and I swore to the booke of heauen. This very day when the surueying Sunne, Riz like a witnes to her faith and mine, By all the loyalty that subiects owe To Maiesty, by that, by this, by both, I sweare to make a double guarded oath, This night vntainted by the touch of man, She shall a Virgin come. To Court?