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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Brother be advised, The importunity of you and these, Thrusts my free thoughts into the yoke of love, To groan under the load of marriage, Since then you throw this burden on my youth Swear to me whosoever my fancy choose, Of what descent, beauty or birth she be, Her you shall like and love as you love me. Now by my birth I swear, wed whom you please, And I'll embrace her with a brother's arm. Mario and myself to your fair choice, Shall yield all duties and true reverence. Your protestations please me jollily, Let's ring a hunter's peal, and in the ears Of our swift forest, Citizens proclaim, Defiance to their lightness: our sports done, The Venison that we kill shall feast our bride, If she prove bad, i'll cast all blame on you, But if sweet peace succeed this amorous strife, I'll say my wit was best to choose a wife. Old Master here's a morning able to make us work tooth and nail (marry than we must have victuals) the Sun hath played boe peep in the element any time these two hours, as I do some mornings when you call: what Babulo say you: here Master say I and then this eye opens, yet done is the mouse, lies still: what Babulo says Grissel, anon say I, and then this eye looks up, yet down I snug again: what Babulo say you again, and then I start up, and see the Sun, and then sneeze, and then shake mine ears, and then rise, and then get my breakfast, and then fall to work, and then wash my hands, and by this time I am ready: here's your basket, and Grissel I here's yours. Fetch thine own Babulo let's ply our business. God send me good luck Master. Why Babulo, what's the matter? God forgive me, I think I shall not eat a peck of salt: I shall not live long sure, I should be a rich man by right, for they never do good deeds, but when they see they must die, and I have now a monstrous stomach to work, because I think I shall not live long. Go fool, cease this vain talk and fall to work. I'll hamper somebody if I die, because I am a basket maker. Come Grissel, work sweet girl, here the warm Sun will shine on us, And when his fires begin, we'll cool our sweating brows in yonder shade. Father, methinks it doth not fit a maid, By sitting thus in view, to draw men's eyes To stare upon her: might it please your age, I could be more content to work within. Indeed my child, men's eyes do now adays, Quickly take fire at the least spark of beauty, And if those flames be quenched by chaste disdain, Than their envenomed tongues (alack) do strike, To wound her fame whose beauty they did like. I will avoid their darts and work within.
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Brother be aduis'd, The importunitie of you and these, Thrusts my free thoughts into the yoake of loue, To grone vnder the loade of marriage, Since then you throwe this burthen on my youth Sweare to me whome soeuer my fancie choose, Of what discent, beautie or birth she be, Her you shall like and loue as you loue me. Now by my birth I sweare, wed whome you please, And Ile imbrace her with a brothers arme. Mario and my selfe to your faire choice, Shall yeeld all dueties and true reuerence. Your protestations please me Iollilie, Lets ring a hunters peale, and in the eares Of our swift forrest, Cittizens proclaime, Defiance to their lightnes: our sports done, The Uenson that we kill shall feast our bride, If she proue bad, ile cast all blame on you, But if sweet peace succeede this amorous strife, Ile say my wit was best to choose a wife. Olde Master heeres a morning able to make vs worke tooth and naile (marrie then we must haue victualls) the Sun hath plaid boe péep in the element anie time these two houres, as I doe some mornings whē you cal: what Babulo say you: héere Master say I and then this eye opens, yet don is the mouse, lis still: what Babulo sayes Grissil, anone say I, and then this eye lookes vp, yet downe I snug againe: what Babulo say you againe, and then I start vp, and sée the Sunne, and then snéeze, and then shake mine eares, and then rise, and then get my breakfast, and then fal to worke, and then wash my hands, and by this time I am ready: héer's your basket, and Grissil I heer's yours. Fetch thine own Babulo lets ply our busines. God send me good lucke Master. Why Babulo, what's the matter? God forgiue mee, I thinke I shall not eate a pecke of salt: I shall not liue long sure, I should be a rich man by right, for they neuer doe good déedes, but when they sée they must dye, and I haue now a monstrous stomacke to worke, because I thinke I shall not liue long. Goe foole, cease this vaine talke and fall to worke. Ile hamper some body if I dye, because I am a basket maker. Come Grissill, worke swéet girle, héere the warme Sunne will shine on vs, And when his fires begin, Wée'll coole our sweating browes in yonder shade. Father, me thinkes it doth not fit a maide, By sitting thus in view, to draw mens eyes To stare vpon her: might it please your age, I could be more content to worke within. Indéed my childe, mens eyes do now adaies, Quickly take fire at the least sparke of beauty, And if those flames be quencht by chast disdaine, Then their inuenom'd tongues (alacke) doe strike, To wound her fame whose beauty they did like. I will auoide their darts and worke within.