The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 23 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
More lights: welcome Sir Lyonell Frevile, brother Frevile shortly. Look to your lights. The Maskers are at hand. Call down our daughter: Hark they are at hand, rank handsomely. Know sir, I have the advantage of the place. You are not safe, I would deal even with you. So. So. I do beseech you sweet, do not for me provoke your Fortune. What sudden flaw is risen? From whence come this? An ulcer long time lurking, now is burst. Good sir the time and your designs are soft. I dear sir, council him, advise him, 'twill relish well From your carving: Good my sweetnest safe. As well, als well, this shall be ended straight. The banquet stays, there we'll discourse more large, Marriage must not make men Cowards. Nor rage fools. " 'tis valour not where heat, but reason rules. But do you hear Lady, you proud ape you. What was the lest you broke of me even Nothing, I only said you were all mettle, that you had a brazen face, a Leaden brain, and a copper head. Quicksilver, thou little more than a Dwarf, and something less than a Woman. A Wisp, a wisp, a wisp, will you go to the banquet. By the Lord I think thou wilt marry shortly too, thou growest somewhat foolish already. O i'faith, 'tis a fair thing to be married, and a necessary, To hear this word must, if our husbands be proud, we must bear his contempt, if noisome we must bear with the Goat under his armholes, if a fool we must bear his babble, and which is worse, If a loose liver, we must live upon unwholesome Reversions: Where, on the contrary side, our husbands because they may and we must; care not for us, things hoped with fear, and got with strugglings, are men's high pleasures, when duty pales and flatters their appetite. What a tart Monkey is this, by heaven if thou hadst not so much wit I could find in my heart to my marry thee. Faith bear with me for all this. Bear with thee, I wonder how thy mother could bear thee ten months in her belly, when I cannot endure thee 2. hours in mine eye. Alas for you sweet soul, by the Lord you are grown a proud, scurvy, apish, idle, disdainful, scoffing, God's foot, because you have read Ephues and his England, Palmerin de Oliva, & the Legend of Lies. Why i'faith yet servant, you of all others should bear with my known unmalicious humours, I have always in my Heart given you your due respect: And heaven may be sworn, I have privately given fair speech of you, and protested. Nay look you, for my own part, if I have not as religiously vowed my heart to you, been in drunk to your health, swallowed flapdragons, eat glasses, drunk urine, stabbed arms, and don all the offices of protested gallantry for your sake: and yet you tell me I have a brazen face, a leaden brain, and a copper beard, Come yet and it please you.
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More lights: welcome Sir Lyonell Frevile, brother Frevile ſhortly. Looke to your lights. The Maskers are at hand. Call downe our daughter: Harke they are at hande, ranke handſomly. Know ſir, I haue the aduantage of the place. You are not ſafe, I would deale euen with you. So. So. I doe beſeech you ſweet, do not for me prouoke your Fortune. What ſodaine flaw is riſen? From whence come this? An vlcer long time lurking, now is burſt. Good ſi the time and your deſeigns are ſoft. I deare ſir, councell him, aduiſe him, twill relliſh well From your caruing: Good my ſweetneſt ſafe. As well, als well, this ſhall be ended ſtraight. The banquet ſtaies, there weele diſcourſe more Marriage muſt not make mn Cowards. Nor rage fooles. "Tis valor not where hea, but reaſon rules. But do you heare Lady, you proud ape you. What was the leſt you brake of Nothing, I onely ſaide you were all mettle, that you had a brazen face, a Leaden braine, and a copperheard. Quickſiluer, thou little more then a Dwarfe, and ſomething leſſe then a Woman. A Wiſpe, a wiſpe, a wiſpe, will you go to the banquet. By the Lord I thinke thou ilt marry ſhortly too, thou groweſt ſomewhat fooliſh already. O I faith, tis a faire thing to be married, and a neceſſary, To hear this word muſt, if our huſbands be proud, we muſt bear his contempt, if noyſome we muſt beare with the Gote vnder his armeholes, if a foole we muſt beare his bable, and which is worſe, If a looſe liuer, Wee muſt liue vppon vnholſome Reuerſions: Where, on the contrary ſide, our huſbands becauſe they may and we muſt; care not for vs, thinges hop'd with feare, and got with ſtruglings, are mens high pleaſures, when duety pales and flatres their appetite. What a tart Monkey is this, by heauen if thou hadſt not ſo much wit I could finde in my hart to my marry thee. Faith bear with me for all this. Beare with thee, I wonder how thy mother could beare thten months in her bellie, when I cannot indure thee 2. hours in mine eie. Alaſſe for you ſweet ſoule, by the Lorde you are growne a proud, ſcuruie, apiſh, ydle, diſdainefull, ſcoffing, Gods foot, becauſe you haue read Ephues and his England, Palmerin de Oliva, & the Legend of Lies. Why yfaith yet ſeruant, you of all others ſhoulde beare with my knowne vnmalicious humors, I haue alwaies in my Hart giuen you your due reſpect: And heauen may be ſworne, I haue priuately giuen faire ſpeach of you, and proteſted. Nay looke you, for my owne part, if I haue not as religiouſly vowd my hart to you, been in drunke to your health, ſwalowd flap-dragons, eate glaſſes, drunke vrine, ſtabd armes, and don all the offices of proteſted gallanrie for your ſake: and yet you tell me I haue a brazen face, a leaden braine▪ and a copper bearde, Come yet and it pleaſe you.