Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 39 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 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
My gracious Lord, That part is hers, she acts it; only I Present the Prologue, she the mystery. Come Bride, the Scene of blushing entered first, Your cheeks are settled now, and past the worst; unmasks her A mystery? oh none plays here but death, This is death's motion, motionless; speak you, Flatter no longer; thou her Bridegroom; thou Her Father speak. Dead. Dead. How? Poisoned. And poisoned? What villain durst blaspheme her beauties, or Profane the clear religion of her eyes. Now King I enter, now the Scene is mine, My tongue is tipped with poison; know who speaks, And look into my thoughts; I blush not King, To call thee Tyrant: death hath set my face, And made my blood bold; hear me spirits of men, And place your ears upon your hearts; the day (The fellow to this night) saw her and me, Shake hands together: for the book of heaven, Made us eternal friends: thus, Man and Wife, This man of men (the King) what are not kings? Was my chief guest, my royal guest, his Grace Graced all the Table, and did well become The upper end, where sat my Bride: in brief, He tainted her chaste ears; she yet unknown, His breath was treason, though his words were none. Treason to her and me, he dared me then, (Under the covert of a flattering smile,) To bring her where she is, not as she is, Alive for lust, not dead for (Chastity: The resolution of my soul, outdared,) I swore and taxed my faith with a sad oath; Which I maintain; here take her, she was mine, When she was living, but now dead, she's thine. Do not confound me quite; for mine own guilt, Speaks more within me than thy tongue contains; Thy sorrow is my shame: yet herein springs, joy out of sorrow, boldness on't of shame; For I by this have found, once in my life, A faithful subject, thou a constant wife. A constant wife. Am I confounded twice? Blasted with wonder. O delude we not. Thou art too true to live again, too fair To be my Caelestine, too constant far To be a woman. Not to be thy wife, But first I plead my duty, and salute The world again. My King, my Son, know all, I am an Actor in this mystery, And bear the chiefest part. The Father I, 'twas I that ministered to her chaste blood, A true somniferous potion, which did steal Her thoughts to sleep, and flattered her with death: I called it a quick poisoned drug, to try The bridegroom's love, and the Bride's constancy. He in the passion of his love did fight, A combat with affection; so did both, She for the poison strove, he for his oath: Thus like a happy Father, I have won, A constant Daughter, and a loving Son. Mirror of Maidens, wonder of thy name, I give thee that art given, pure, chaste, the same Here Wat: I would not part (for the world's pride) So true a Bridegroom, and so chaste a Bride.
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My gracious Lord, That part is hers, she actes it; onely I Present the Prologue, she the misterie. Come Bride, the Sceane of blushing entred first, Your cheekes are setled now, and past the worst; Vnasks her A mistery? oh none plaies heere but death, This is deaths motion, motionles; speake you, Flatter no longer; thou her Bride-groome; thou Her Father speake. Dead. Dead. How? Poyson'd. And poyson'd? What villaine durst blaspheme her beauties, or Prophane the cleare religion of her eyes. Now King I enter, now the Sceane is mine, My tongue is tipt with poison; know who speakes, And looke into my thoughts; I blush not King, To call thee Tyrant: death hath set my face, And made my bloud bolde; heare me spirits of men, And place your eares vpon your hearts; the day (The fellow to this night) saw her and me, Shake hands together: for the booke of heauen, Made vs eternall friends: thus, Man and Wife, This man of men (the King) what are not kings? Was my chiefe guest, my royall guest, his Grace Grac'd all the Table, and did well become The vpper end, where sate my Bride: in briefe, He tainted her chaste eares; she yet vnknowne, His breath was treason, tho his words were none. Treason to her and me, he dar'd me then, (Vnder the couert of a flattering smile,) To bring her where she is, not as she is, Aliue for lust, not dead for (Chastity: The resolution of my soule, out-dar'd,) I swore and taxt my faith with a sad oath; Which I maintaine; heere take her▪ she was mine, When she was liuing, but now dead, she's thine. Doe not confound me quite; for mine owne guilt, Speakes more within me then thy tongue containes; Thy sorrow is my shame: yet heerein springs, oy out of sorrow, boldnes ont of sham; For I by this haue found, once in my life, A faithfull subiect, thou a contant wife. A constant wife. Am I confounded twice? Blasted with wonder. O delude we not. Thou art too true to liue agen, too faire To be my Caelestine, too constant farre To be a woman. Not to be thy wife, But first I pleade my duetie, and salute The world agen. My King, my Sonne, know all, I am an Actor in this misterie, And beare the chiefest part. The Father I, Twas I that ministred to her chaste bloud, A true somniferous potion, which did steale Her thoughts to sleepe, and flattered her with death: I cal'd it a quick poison'd drug, to trie The Bride-groomes loue, and the Brides constancie. He in the passion of his loue did fight, A combat with affection; so did both, She for the poison stroue, he for his oath: Thus like a happie Father, I haue won, A constant Daughter, and a louing Sonne. Mirrour of Maidens, wonder of thy name, I giue thee that art giuen, pure, chaste, the same Heere Wat: I would not part (for the worlds pride) So true a Bride-groome, and so chaste a Bride.