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 T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.81 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Nay then you jest, women have eagles eyes, To pry even to the heart, and why not you? Come, we stand fairly, freely speak your mind, For by my birth, he whom thy choice shall bless, Shall be thy husband. What intends your graft? My Lord I have vowed to lead a single life, A single life? this cunning cannot serve, Do not I know you love her I have heard? Your passions spent for her your sighs for her, Mario to the wonder of her beauty, Compiled a Sonnet. I my Lord write sonnets? You did entreat me to entreat her father, That you might have his daughter to his wife. To any one I willingly resign, All interest in her, which doth look like mine, My Lord I swear she near shall be my bride, I hope she'll swear so too being thus denied, Both of you turned Apostates in love, Nay then I'll play the crier: once, twice, thrice, Speak or she's gone else: no since 'twill not be, Since you are not for her, yet she's for me. What mean you Brother? Faith no more but this: By loves most wondrous Metamorphosis, To turn this Maid into your Brother's wife, Nay sweet heart look not strange I do not jest, But to thine ears mine Amorous thoughts impart, Gualter protests he loves thee with his heart, The admiration of such happiness, Makes me astonished. Oh my gracious Lord, Humble not your high state to my low birth, Whom not worthy to be held your slave, Much less your wife. Grissel that shall suffice, I count thee worthy: old Ianicola, Art thou content that I shall be thy Son? I am unworthy of so great a good. Tush tush talk not of worth, in honest terms Tell me if I shall have her? for by heaven Unless your free consent allow my choice, To win ten kingdoms I'll not call her mine. What's thy Sons name? Laureo My gracious Lord. I'll have both your consents: I tell ye Lords, I have wooed the virgin long, oh many an hour, Have I been glad to steal from all your eyes, To come disguised to her: I swear to you, Beauty first made me love, and virtue woe, I loved her lowliness, but when I tried What virtues were intempled in her breast, My chaste heart swore that she should be my bride Say Father, must I be forsworn or no? What to my Lord seems best to me seems so Laureo what's your opinion? Thus my Lord. If equal thoughts durst both your states confer, Her's is to low, and you to high for her, What says fair Grissel now? This doth she say, As her old Father yields to your dread will, So she her father's pleasure must fulfil. If old Ianicola make Grissel yours, Grissel must not deny, yet had she rather, Be the poor Daughter still of her poor Father.
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Nay then you iest, women haue eagles eyes, To prie euen to the heart, and why not you? Come, we stand fairely, freely speake your minde, For by my birth, he whome thy choice shall blesse, Shall be thy husband. What intends your graft? My Lord I haue vowed to leade a single life, A single life? this cunning cannot serue, Doe not I know you loue her I haue heard? Your passions spent for her your sighes for her, Mario to the wonder of her beautie, Compiled a Sonnet. I my Lord write sonnets? You did intreate me to intreate her father, That you might haue his daughter to his wife. To anie one I willingly resigne, All interest in her, which doth looke like mine, My Lorde I sweare she nere shall be my bride, I hope sheele sweare so too being thus denide, Both of you turn'd Apostataes in loue, Nay then Ile play the cryer: once, twice, thrice, Speake or shee's gone els: no since twill not be, Since you are not for her, yet shee's for me. What meane you Brother? Faith no more but this: By loues most wondrous Metamorphosis, To turne this Maide into your Brothers wife, Nay sweet heart looke not strange I doe not iest, But to thine eares mine Amorous thoughts impart, Gualter protests he loues thée with his heart, The admiration of such happines, Makes me astonisht. Oh my gracious Lord, Humble not your high state to my lowe birth, Whome not worthy to be held your slaue, Much lesse your wife. Grissill that shall suffice, I count thee worthie: olde Ianicola, Art thou content that I shall be thy Sonne? I am vnworthy of so great a good. Tush tush talk not of worth, in honest tearmes Tell me if I shall haue her? for by heauen Unlesse your free consent alowe my choice, To win ten kingdomes Ile not call her mine. Whats thy Sonnes name? Laureo My gracious Lord. Ile haue both your consents: I tell ye Lords, I haue wooed the virgin long, oh manie an houre, Haue I bin glad to steale from all your eyes, To come disguis'd to her: I sweare to you, Beautie first made me loue, and vertue woe, I lou'd her lowlynes, but when I tride What vertues were intempled in her brest, My chast hart swore that she should be my bride Say Father, must I be forsworne or noe? What to my Lord séemes best to me séemes so Laureo whats your opinion? Thus my Lorde. If equall thoughts durst both your states conferre, Her's is to lowe, and you to high for her, What saies faire Grissill now? This doth she say, As her olde Father yeeldes to your dread will, So she her fathers pleasure must fulfill. If olde Ianicola make Grissill yours, Grissill must not deny, yet had she rather, Be the poore Daughter still of her poore Father.