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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Song. Beauty arise, show forth thy glorious shining, Thine eyes feed Love, for them he standeth pining, Honour and youth attend to do their duty, To thee (their only sovereign) Beauty. Beauty arise, whilst we thy servants sing, Ioue to Hymen wedlock jocund King. Ioto Hymen lo lo sing. of wedlock, love, and youth is Hymen King. Beauty arise, beauty arise, thy glorious lights display, Whilst we sing so, glad to see this day, Io Io Io Hymen Io Io sing, Of wedlock, love, and youth is Hymen King. Art thou as glad in soul as in thy song? Who can be glad when he endureth wrong? As Cod udge me Ian Niclas is honest man, he does not flatter and sembles, but tell his intentions: owe more melodies, owe here come her new pride. Salute my beauteous love. All joy betide to Gratiana our dear marquis Bride. Bring me a crown of gold to crown my love, A wreath of willow for despised Grissel. Grissel is not despised in your eye, Sithence you name her name so gently. Gwenthyan's there's wives, there's patient wives Fuh fuh is fools, Tawsone is arrant pobie fools. Grissel place you this crown upon her head, Put these embroidered slippers on her feet. 'tis well, deliver me your wedding ring, Circle her finger with it, now stand by, Art thou content with all? Content with all. My Bride is Crowned, now tell me all of you, Which of you ever saw my love before? What is her name, her birth, place, or estate, Till now I never beheld her beauty. Nor I. Trust me nor I. By my troth nor I. We hear that she was borne in Germany, And half heir to the Duke of Brandenburg. You all hear this, and all think this? We do. Then Fu. stand thou forth, Lords in his breast A loyal servants true soul doth rest, Furio shall be appareled in a rob. I shall not become it. Some that are great put robes on Parasites, Mario, Lepido come you two hither, Are not you richly clad? have I done so? What means your grace by this? Graceless, have done, Truth, seldom dwells in a still talking tongue, Furio bring Laureo from the porter's lodge, Take in Ianicola, and cloth them both In rich habiliments, they shall awhile Be flattered with false fortunes wanton smiles. Fortune can do no more than she hath done, They that are marked to woe, to woe must run. How do you like my Bride? I think her blessed. To have the love of such a noble Lord. You flatter me. Indeed I speak the truth, Only I prostrately beseech your grace, That you consider of her tender years, Which as a flower in spring may soon be nipped, With the least frost of cold adversity. Why are not you then nipped? you still seem fresh As if adversities cold icy hand, Had never laid his fingers on your heart.
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Song. Beautie arise, shew foorth thy glorious shining, Thine eyes feed Loue, for them he standeth pyning, Honour and youth attend to doe their duetie, To thee (their onely soueraigne) Beautie. Beautie arize, whilst we thy seruants sing, Ioue to Hymen wedlocke iocund King. Ioto Hymen lo lo sing. of wedlock, loue, and youth is Hymen King. Beauty arise, beauty arise, thy glorious lightes display▪ Whilst we sing so, glad to see this day, Io Io Io Hymen Io Io sing, Of wedlocke, loue, and youth is Hymen King. Art thou as glad in soule as in thy song? Who can be glad when he indureth wrong? As Cod vdge me Ian Niclas is honest man, hee does not flatter and sembles, but tell his intentions: owe more melodies, owe heere come her new pride. Salute my beautious loue. All ioy betide to Gratiana our deare Marquesse Bride. Bring me a crowne of gold to crowne my loue, A wreath of willow for dispised Grissill. Grissill is not despised in your eye, Sithence you name her name so gently. Gwenthians there's wiues, there's patient wiues Fuh fuh is fooles, Tawsone is arrant pobie fooles. Grissill place you this crowne vpon her head, Put these imbrodered slippers on her feete. Tis well, deliuer me your wedding ring, Circle-her finger with it, now stand by, Art thou content with all? Content with all. My Bride is Crown'd, now tell me all of you, Which of you euer saw my loue before? What is her name, her birth, place, or estate, Till now I neuer behelde her beautie. Nor I. Trust me nor I. By my troth nor I. We heare that she was borne in Germany, And halfe heyre to the Duke of Brandenburgh. You all heare this, and all thinke this? We doe. Then Fu. stand thou foorth, Lords in his brest A loyall seruants true soule doth rest, Furio shall be apparrelled in a robe. I shall not become it. Some that are great put robes on Parasites, Mario, Lepido come you two hither, Are not you richly clad? haue I done so? What meanes your grace by this? Gracelesse, haue done, Truth, sildome dwels in a still talking tongue, Furio bring Laureo from the Porters lodge, Take in Ianicola, and cloath them both In rich abiliments, they shall awhile Be flattered with false fortunes wanton smiles. Fortune can do no more then she hath done, They that are markt to woe, to woe must run. How doe you like my Bride? I thinke her blest. To haue the loue of such a noble Lord. You flatter me. Indeed I speake the truth, Onely I prostrately beseech your grace, That you consider of her tender yeares, Which as a flower in spring may soone be nipt, With the least frost of colde aduersity. Why are not you then nipt? you stil seeme fresh As if aduersities colde Izie hand, Had neuer laide his fingers on your heart.