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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
By Cod Wales is better country than Italy's, a great teale so better. Now if her cousin Gualther say Gwenthyan tag this pritish knight, shall love her diggon: but must have her good will: mark your thad Sir owen. Owe what's else: Sir owen mark it ferrewel, yet shall tage her down quiglie enough, come widow will wag to the coward, now to her cozen, and bid her cozen tell her mind of Str owen. You'll man Gwenthyan Sir owen? Yes by Cod and pravely to, come Shentlemans you'll tag pains to go with her? we'll follow you presently Sir owen. Come widow: un lod dis Glane Gwenthyan mondu Gramercy wheeh, Am a Mock honnoh. So this will be rare: Sirrah Urcenze, at the marriage night of these two, instead of Io Hymen, we shall here heigh ho Hymen, their love will be like a great fire made of bay leaves, that yields nothing but cracking noise, noise. If she miss his crown 'tis no matter for cracking, So she soader it again, it will pass currant. Peace here comes our fair mistress. Let's have a fling at her. So you may, but the hardness is to hit her. Farewell Farneze you attend well upon your mistress, Nay, nay, their wages shall be of the same colour that their service is of. Faith mistress would you had traveled a little sooner this way, you should have seen a rare comedy acted by Emulo. Every courteous mouth will be a stage for that, rather tell her of the Welsh tragedy that's towards. What Tragedy? Sir Owen shall marry your cousin Gwenthyan, Is't possible: oh they two will beget brave warriors: for if she scold he'll fight, and if he quarrel she'll take up the bucklers: she's fire and he's brimstone, must not there be hot doings than think you? They'll prove Turtles, for their hearts being so like, they cannot choose but be loving. Turtles: Turkey-cocks, for God's love let's entreat the Duke my brother, to make a law, that wheresoever Sir Owen and his Lady dwell, the next neighbour may always be Constable, lest the peace be broken, for they'll do nothing but cry arm, arm, I think sir Owen would die rather than lose her love So think not I. I should for Iulia, if I were Julie's husband. Therefore Iulia shall not be Onophrio's wife, for I'll have none die for me. I like not that colour. Yes for your love you would Iulia. No nor yet for my hate Farneze. Would you not have men love you sweet mistress? No not I, fie upon it sweet servant. Would you wish men to hate you? Yes rather then love me, of all saints I love not to serve mistress Venus. Then I perceive you mean to lead apes in hell. That spiteful proverb was proclaimed against them that are married upon earth, for to be married is to live in a kind of hell.
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By Cod Wales is better countrie then Italies, a great teale so better. Now if her cozen Gwalther say Gwenthyan tage ths pritish knight, shall loue her diggon: but must haue her good will: marg your thad Sir owen. Owe whats else: Sir owen marg yt ferrewel, yet shall tage her downe quiglie inough, come widdowe will wag to the coward, now to her cozen, and bid her cozen tell her minde of Str owen. Youle man Gwenthyan Sir owen? Yes by Cod and prauely to, come Shentlemans you'le tag paines to goe with her? Weele follow you presently Sir owen. Come widdow: Vn lod dis Glane Gwēthyā mondu Gramercie wheeh, Am a Mock honnoh. So this wil be rare: Sirrah Vrcenze, at the marriage night of these two, insteede of Io Hymen, we shall heere hey ho Hiemen, their loue will bee like a great fire made of bay leaues, that yeeldes nothing but cracking noise, noise. If she misse his crowne tis no matter for crackking, So she soader it againe, it will passe currant. Peace heere comes our faire mistris. Lets haue a fling at her. So you may, but the hardnes is to hit her. Farewel Farneze you attēd wel vpō your mistris, Nay, nay, their wages shall be of the same colour that their seruice is of. Faith mistris would you had trauelled a litile sooner this way, you should haue seene a rare comedy acted by Emulo. Euerie courteous mouth will be a stage for that, rather tell her of the welch tragedie that's towards. What Tragedie? Sir Owen shall marrie your couzen Gwenthyan, Ist possible: oh they two will beget braue warriours: for if she scolde heele fight, and if he quarrell sheele take vp the bucklers: shee's fire and hee's brimstone, must not there be hot doeings then thinke you? Theyle prooue Turtles, for their hearts being so like, they cannot choose but bee louing. Turtles: Turkie-cocks, for Gods louelets intreate the Duke my brother, tomake a lawe, that wheresoeuer Sir Owen and his Ladie dwell, the next neighbour may alwaies be Constable, least the peace bee broken, for theyl'e doe nothing but cryearme, arme, arme. I thinke sir Owen would die rather then loose her loue So thinke not I. I should for Iulia, if I were Iulies husband. Therefore Iulia shal not be Onophries wife, for Ile have none die for me. I like not that coloure. Yes for your love you would Iulia. No nor yet for my hate Farneze. Would you not haue men loue you swéet mistris? No not I, fye vpon it sweet seruant. Would you wish men to hate you? Yes rather then loue me, of al saints I loue not to serue mistris Venus. Then I prceiue you meane to leade apes in hell. That spitefull prouerbe was proclaim'd against them that are marryed vpon earth, for to be married is to liue in a kinde of hell.