Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
About your daughter, and while she was dancing I praised her gesture and her comely grace, But Vallenger most like a liberal villain, Did give her scandelus Ignoble terms, Which I rebuked him for whereupon, We drew our weapons, I by chance being down, The coward villain thus hath wounded me. How say you wife, did not I say so much, He was a Cutter and a swaggerer, He have my child, no, no, he aims amiss, Go presently make search throughout the City, Where ere you find him carry him strait to prison, Look to him, come Sir, since your hurt Was about my girl, you shall not from my house till you are thorough whole. And for the motion which you made to me, Touching my child, I promise you truly Sir, I do not know the man in Bristo, That I affect more than I do your self, Sir I have found it, and I wish I may Make satisfaction for your good regard, And loving care that you have had of me, So please you Sir to know your daughter's mind, Which way her maiden thoughts are most inclined, From whom the Letter. From your father Sir, Come hither wife, daughter a word with you, I know that once thou diddest love Challener, But he is fled, thou seest a wagering fellow, Tell me my girl wilt thou be ruled by me, And i'll provide a man fit for thy turn. Faith whosoever you shall think meet. Why that's well said my wench, there spoken an angel Look yonder what mayst thou to young Vallenger, He is a man as 'ttwere complete of wax, His ather is an honourable knight, A Challener, a very stock to this, Love him my girl, say as I say, do. I never heard a father labour more, To win his daughter that was won before. Daughter what say you to your father. Why wife I know what she would say already, She hath loved Challener. And would think, Her fond in leaving him so soon to choose another, And thinks we would be angry, If she loved Vallenger, tut use thy mind Father, I know these words are all but jests, Dispose even as it likes you best. Well ●ed my girl then Vallenger is he, What say you Ellen do you not agree. What licks you two, is never Cross, Mine is the care, but yours is the loss. Now master Vallenger, good news a gods name From whence is that letter Sir may I know, You may Sir God-Frey, this letter is from my Father Sir, who to morrow comes to Bristoe, And means to sojourn here all the winter time. He shall be welcome, I would my house Were thought fit for his entertainment, But on, so may I call you now, And if that you agree how say you Sir. Sir I wish it were to night before to morrow, And by your daughter's leave, seal it with this kiss. Wel●ed hearts you'll never be younger, Let's in to get all things in readiness.
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About your daughter, and while ſhe was dancing I prayſed her geſture and her comely grace, But Vallenger moſt like a liberall villaine, Did giue her ſcandelus Ignoble termes, Which I rebuked him for whereupon, We drew our weapons, I by chaunce being downe, The coward villaine thus hath wounded me. How ſay you wife, did not I ſay ſo much, He was a Cutter and a ſwaggerer, He haue my child, no, no, he aymes amiſſe, Go preſently make ſearch thrughout the Citty, Where ere you find him carrie him ſtraight to priſon, Looke to him, come Sir, ſince your hurt Was about my girle, you ſhall not from my houſe till you are thorow whole. And for the motion which you made to me, Touching my child, I promiſe you truly Sir, I do not know the man in Briſto, That I affect more then I do your elfe, Sir I haue ound it, and I wiſh I may Make atiaction or your good regard, And louing care that you haue had o me, So pleae you Sir to know your daughters mind, Which way her maiden thoughts are moſt inclind, From whom the Letter. From your ather Sir, Come hether wie, daughter a word with you, I know that once thou dideſt loue Challener, But he is fled, thou éeſt a wagering ellow, Tell me my girle wilt thou be ruled by me, And ile prouide a man fit or thy turne. Faith whooeuer you ſhall thinke méet. Why thats wel ſed my wench, ther ſpok an angel Looke yonder what aiſt thou to yong Vallenger, He is a man as twere compleat o waxe, His ather is an honorable knight, A Challener, a very ſtock to this, Loue him my girle, ſay as I ſay, do. I neuer heard a ather labour more, To win his daughter that was woon beore. Daughter what ay you to your ather. Why wie I know what ſhe would ay already, She hath loued Challener. And would thinke, Her ond in leauing him o ſoone to chuſe another, And thinks we would be angry, If ſhe loued Vallenger, tut ve thy mind Father, I know thee words are all but ieſts, Diſpoſe euen as it likes you beſt. Well ed my girle then Vallenger is he, What ay you Ellen do you not agrée. What liks you two, i neuer Croſſe, Mine is the care, but yours is the loſſe. Now maiſter Vallenger, good news a gods name From whence is that letter Sir may I know, You may Sir God-Frey, this letter is from my Father Sir, who to morrow comes to Briſtoe, And meanes to ſoiorne héere all the winter time. He ſhall be welcome, I would my houe Were thought fit for his entertainment, But on, ſo may I call you now, And if that you agrée how ſay you Sir. Sir I wiſh it were to night beore to morrow, And by your daughters leaue, ſeale it with this kiſſe. Weled harts youle neuer be yonger, Lets in to get all things in readines.