Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Look you so strange my hearts, to see our limbs Thus suited in a Hunter's livery? Oh 'tis a lovely habit, when green youth Like to the flowery blossom of the spring, Conforms his outward habit to his mind, Look how yond one-eyed wagoner of heaven, Hath by his horses fiery winged hooves, Burst open the melancholy jail of Night, And with his gilt beams cunning Alchemy, Turned all these clouds to gold, who (with the winds) Upon their misty shoulders bring in day: Then sally not this morning with foul looks, But teach your jocund spirits to ply the Chase, For hunting is a sport for Emperors. We know it is, and therefore do not throw On these your pastimes, a contracted brow, How swift youth's Bias runs to catch delights, To me is not unknown: no brother Gualther, When you were wooed by us to choose a wife, This day you vowed to wed: but now I see, Your promises turn all to mockery. This day yourself appointed to give answer To all those neighbour-Princes, who in love Offer their Daughters, Sisters and Allies, In marriage to your hand: yet for all this The hour being come that calls you to your choice You stand prepared for sport and start aside: To hunt poor deer when you should seek a Bride. Nay come Mario your opinion too, he'd need of ten men's wit that goes to woe. First satisfy these Princes, who expect Your gracious answer to their embassies, Then may you freely revel: now you fly Both from your own vows, & their amity. How much your judgements err: who gets a wife Must like a huntsman beat untrodden paths, To gain the flying presence of his love. Look how the yelping beagles spend their mouths So Lovers do their sighs: and as the dear, Outstrips the active hound, & oft turns back To note the angry visage of her foe, Who greedy to possess so sweet a prey, Never gives over till he cease on her, So fares it with coy dames, who great with scorn Show the care-pined hearts, that sue to them Yet on that feigned slight, (Love conquering them) They cast an eye of longing back again, As who would say, be not dismayed with frowns, For though our tongues speak no: our hearts sound Or if not so, before they'll miss their lovers, Their sweet breathes shall perfume the Amorous air yea, And brave them still to run in beauty's Chase: Then can you blame me to be hunter like, When I must get a wife: but be content, So you'll engage your faith by oath to us, Your wills shall answer mine, my liking yours, And that no wrinkle on your cheeks shall ride. This day the marquis vows to choose a bride. even by my honour,
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LOoke you so strang my hearts, to sée our limbes Thus suited in a Hunters liuery? Oh tis a louely habite, when gréene youth Like to the flowry blossome of the spring, Conformes his outward habite to his minde, Looke how yon one-ey'd wagoner of heauen, Hath by his horses fiery winged hoofes, Burst ope the melancholy Iayle of Night, And with his gilt beames cunning Alchimy, Turn'd al these cloudes to gold, who (with the winds) Upon their misty shoulders bring in day: Then sally not this morning with foule lookes, But teach your Iocond spirits to ply the Chase, For hunting is a sport for Emperors. We know it is, and therefore doe not throw On these your pastimes, a contracted brow, How swift youths Bias runs to catch dēlights, To me is not unknowne: no brother Gualther, When you were woo'd by vs to choose a wife, This day you vowed to wed: but now I see, Your promises turne all to mockerie. This day your self appointed to give answere To all those neighbour-Princes, who in loue Offer their Daughters, Sisters and Allies, In marriage to your hand: yet for all this The houre being come that calles you to your choyce You stand prepard for sport and start aside: To hunt poore déere when you should séeke a Bride. Nay come Mario your opinion too, H'ad néede of ten men's wit that goes to woe. First satisfie these Princes, who expect Your gracious answere to their embassies, Then may you freelie reuell: now you flie Both from your owne vowes, & their amitie. How much your iudgmens erre: who gets a wife Must like a huntsman beate vntrodden pathes, To gaine the flying presence of his loue. Looke how the yelping beagles spend their mouthes So Louers doe their sighes: and as the deare, Out-strips the actiue hound, & oft turnes backe To note the angrie visage of her foe, Who greedy to possesse so sweet a pray, Neuer giues ouer till he ceaze on her, So fares it with coy dames, who great with scorne Shew the care-pined hearts, that sue to them Yet on that feined slight, (Loue conquering them) They cast an eye of longing backe againe, As who would say, be not dismaid with frownes, For though our tongues speake no: our hearts sound Or if not so, before theile misse their louers, Their swéet breathes shal perfume the Amorous ayre yea, And braue them still to run in beauties Chase: Then can you blame me to be hunter like, When I must get a wife: but be content, So yo'ule ingage your faith by othe to vs, Your willes shall answere mine, my liking yours, And that no wrinckle on your cheekes shall ride. This day the Marquesse vowes to choose a bride. Euen by my honor,