Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Good master Chambers, your welcome Sir to London, how far our friends at Bristo Mal. chambers, M. Challener, all well, your friends at Bristo, Would be glad to see you. Indeed I dare swear that I have some friends There, but among all, how doth young Vallenger? O the man you hurt. Even he. Exceeding well, he is at Sir Godfrey's house, And is on thursday next to be espoused, To beutious Anabell the old knight's daughter. Is't possible? 'tis as I tell you Sir, But master Challener I am in some haste, And pleaseth you soon to come and sup with me, I'll tell you then the matter more at large. Fair Anabell married to Vallenger, The news doth run like ice through all my veins, Is Anabell married to Vallenger? A faithless woman, trothless, and unkind, Won with a word o labour, lost like wind. O I could rend my flesh, and teace my hair, Married to Vallenger, what to my ●oe? By heaven if all my wealth were in the Sea, And I left Desperate, ●uckerles, and bare, It would not half so much have galled my heart, As this same news, this fatal deadlines. What cheer you master never be so sad, Tut let her go more wenches may be had. No none like her, but I will strait from hence, With my own parsonage I will dispense? I prithee Iaques get me a Doctors weed, For unto Bristol will we with all speed, There will we be the Bridegroom and the Bride, Get strait post horses, for this night i'll ride, And presently get me a Doctors tyre, Till I am at Bristol, each part is one fire. Did Master Herbert then send you to me. How think you, he told me he set it in the letter. Dost thou know what he hath written here. Not I, nor I greatly do not care. Hear he desires me as ere I tendered him That I would entertain thee as my man. You may if you will, if you will not you may choose, I prithee what is thy name? Blunt. Blunt name? Blunt nature? Here my friend doth write, though he be somewhat stubborn in his words, Yet he is of confirmed honesty, Well Blunt I entertain you Sir, How now, sweet love, whose that. Mary sweet heart 'tis Sir godfreys man, That comes to bid us to his daughter's marriage. I Sir my name is Frog: good man Frogs son O Frog Hall, that am●ent from my master, To desire you and the Gentlewoman, To make a step to walk, or as it were to Come, or approach, to dinner? This is all Sir. Do you hear Sir, is this my mistress. I Blunt. Is she not a Whore? she looks like one? Peace Sirrah on your life. What fauste merchant have you got there, Frog break his pate? No by my saith, he's like one would sooner break mine. Well Frog tell thy Master I will not fail. Sweet heart shall 〈◊〉 go in this gown?
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Good maiſter Chambers, your welcome Sir to London, how farr our frends at Briſto Mal. chambers, M. Challener, all well, your frends at Briſto, Would be glad to ſée you. Indéed I dare weare that I haue ſome friendes There, but among all, how doth yong Vallenger? O the man you hurt. Euen hee. Excéeding well, he is at Sir God-freys houſe, And is on thurday next to be eſpoued, To beutious Anabell the old knights daughter. Iſt poſible? Tis as I tell you Sir, But maiſter Challener I am in ome haſt, And pleaſeth you ſoone to come and ſup with me, Ile tell you then the matter more at larg. Faire Anabell married to Vallenger, The newes doth run like yſe through all my vaines, Is Anabell married to Vallenger? A aithles woman, trothles, and vnkind, Won with a word o labour, loſt like wind. O I could rend my fleſh, and teace my haire, Married to Vallenger, what to my oe? By heauen if all my wealth were in the ea, And I let Deprate, uckerles, and bare, It would not halfe o much haue gauld my hart, As this ame newes, this atall deadlines. What chéere you maiſter neuer be o ſad, Tut let her go more wenches may be had. No none like her, but I will ſtraight from hence, With my owne peronage I will dipence? I prethée Iaques get me a Docters wéed, For vnto Briſtow will we with all ſpéed, There will we ée the Bride-groome and th Bride, Get ſtraight poſt horſes, for this night ile ride, And preſently get me a Docters tire, Till I am at Briſtow, each part is one fire. Did Maiſter Herbert then end you to me. How think you, he told me he ſet it in the letter. Doſt thou know what he hath written here. Not I, nor I greatly do not care. Heere he deſires me as ere I tendred him That I would entertaine thée as my man. You may i you wil, i you wil not you may chuſe, I prethée what is thy name? Blunt. Blunt name? Blunt nature? Héere my rend doth write, Tho he be omwhat ſtoburne in his wordes, Yet he is of confirmed honeſty, Well Blunt I entertaine you Sir, How now, ſwéet loue, whoſe that. Mary wéet hart tis Sir godfreys man, That comes to bid vs to his daughters marriage. I Sir my name is rog: good man Frogs ſon O Frog Hall, that ament rom my maiſter, To deſire you and the Gentlewoman, To make a ſtep to walke, or as it were to Come, or approach, to dinner? This is all Sir. Do you heare Sir, is this my miſtres. I Blunt. Is ſhe not a Whore? ſhe lookes like one? Peace Sirrha on your lie. What auſte merchant haue you got there, Frog breake his pate? No by my ſaith, hées like one would ooner break mine. Well Frog tell thy Maiſter I will not faile. Sweet hart ſhall go in this gowne?