Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Wilt thou be gone, sweet Honey suckle, before I can go with thee? I pray thee sweet Knight let me; I do so long to dress up thy castle afore thou com'st: But I mar'le how my modest Sister occupies herself this morning, that she can not wait on me to my Coach, as well as her mother! Mary Madam, she's married by this time to Prentice Goulding; your Father, and some one more, stole to Church with 'em, in all the haste, that the cold meat lest at your wedding, might serve to furnish their Nuptial table. There's no base fellow, my Father, now: but he's e'en fit to Father such a Daughter: he must call me daughter no more now; but Madam; and please you Madam: and please your worship Madam, indeed; out upon him, marry his daughter to a base Prentice? What should one do? is there no law for one that marries a woman's daughter against her will? how shall we punish him Madam. As I am a Lady an't would snow, we'd so pebble 'em with snow balls as they come from Church; but sirrah, Frank Quicksilver. I Madam. Dost remember since thou and I clapped what d'ye' calts in the Garrat? I know not what you mean Madam. His head as white as milk, All flaxen was his hair: But now he is dead, And laid in his Bed, And never will come again. God be at your labour. Was there ever such a Lady? See Madam, the Bride and Bridegroom: God's my precious! God give you joy Mistress What lack you. Now out upon thee Baggage: my sister married in a Taffeta Hat? Mary hang you; Westward with a wanion te'ye, Nay I have done we ye Minion then i'faith, never look to have my countenance any more: nor any thing I can do for thee. Thou ride in my Coach? or come down to my Castle? fie upon thee: I charge thee in my ladyships name, call me Sister no more. An't please your worship, this is not your Sister: This is my daughter, and she call me Father, and so does not your Ladyship an't please your worship Madam. No nor she must not call thee Father by Heraldry, because thou mak'st thy Prentice thy Son as well as she; Ah thou misproud Prentice, dar'st thou presume to marry a Lady's Sister? It pleased my Master forsooth to embolden me with his favour: And though I confess myself far unworthy so worthy a wife (being in part, her servant, as I am your Prentice) yet (since I may say it without boasting) I am borne a Gentleman, and by the Trade I have learned of my Master (which I trust taints not my blood) able with mine own Industry and portion to maintain your daughter, my hope is, heaven will so bless our humble beginning, that in the end I shallbe no disgrace to the grace with which my Master hath bound me his double Prentice.
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Wilt thou be gone, ſweete Honny ſuckle, before I can goe with thee? I pray thee ſweete Knight let me; I do ſo long to dreſſe vp thy caſtle afore thou com'ſt: But I marle how emy modeſt Siſter occupies her ſelfe this morning, that ſhee can not waite on me to my Coach, as well as her mother! Mary Madam, ſhee's married by this time to Prentiſe Goulding; your Father, and ſome one more, ſtole to Church with 'hem, in all the haſte, that the cold meat leſt at your wedding, might ſerue to furniſh their Nuptiall table. There's no baſe fellowe, my Father, nowe: but hee's eene fit to Father ſuch a Daughter: he muſt call me daughter no more now; but Madam; and pleaſe you Madam: and pleaſe your worſhip Madam, indeede; out vpon him, marry his daughter to a baſe Prentiſe? What ſhould one doe? is there no lawe for one that marries a womans daughter againſt her will? howe ſhall we puniſh him Madam. As I am a Lady an't would ſnowe, wee'd ſo peble 'hem with ſnowe bals as they come from Church; but ſirra, Franck Quickſiluer. I Madam. Doſt remember ſince thou and I clapt what d'ye' clats in the Garrat? I know not what you meane Madam. His head as white as mylke, All flaxen was his haire: But now he is dead, And laid in his Bedd, And neuer will come againe. God be at your labour. Was there euer ſuch a Lady? See Madam, the Bride and Bridegrome: Gods my precious! God giue you ioy Miſtriſſe What lacke you. Now out vpon thee Baggage: my ſiſter married in a Taffeta Hat? Mary hang you; Weſtward with a waniō te'yee, Nay I haue done we ye Minion thēy 'faith, neuer looke to haue my countnance any more: nor any thing I can do for thee. Thou ride in my Coach? or come downe to my Caſtle? fie vpon thee: I charge thee in my Ladiſhips name, call me Siſter no more. An't pleaſe your worſhip, this is not your Siſter: This is my daughter, and ſhe call me Father, and ſo does not your Ladiſhip an't pleaſe your worſhip Madam. No nor ſhe muſt not call thee Father by Heraldrie, becauſe thou mak'ſt thy Prentiſe thy Sonne as well as ſhe; Ah thou miſproude Prentiſe, dar'ſt thou preſume to marry a Ladies Siſter? It pleaſ'd my Maſter forſooth to embolden me with his fauour: And though I confeſſe my ſelfe farre vnworthie ſo worthy a wife (beeing in part, her ſeruant, as I am your Prentiſe) yet (ſince I may ſay it without boaſting) I am borne a Gentleman, and by the Trade I haue learn'd of my Maſter (which I truſt taints not my blood) able with mine owne Induſtrie and portion to maintaine your daughter, my hope is, heauen will ſo bleſle our humble beginning, that in the end I ſhalbe no diſgrace to the grace with which my Maſter hath bound me his double Prentiſe.