Chapman, George · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · before the Court T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.86 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
By heaven I chanced this morn, I know not why To pass by Gratiana's bedchamber, And whom saw I fast by her naked side, But your Valerio? Had you not warning given? Did not I bid you watch my Courtier well, Or he would set a Crest a your sons head? That was not all, for by them on a stool, My Son sat laughing, to see you so gulled, 'tis too too plain. Why Sir, do you suspect it the more for that? Suspect it? is there any So gross a wittol, as if 'twere his wife, Would sit by her so tamely? Why not Sir, To blind my eyes? Well Sir, I was deceived, But I shall make it prove a dear deceit to the deceiver. Nay Sir, let's not have A new infliction, set on an old fault: He did confess his fault upon his knees, You pardoned it, and swore 'twas from your heart. Swore; a great piece of work, the wretch shall know I have a Daughter here to give my land too, I'll give my Daughter all: the prodigal Shall not have one poor House to hide his head in. I humbly thank you Sir, and vow all duty My life can yield you. Why are you so thankful? For giving to your Daughter all your Lands, Who is my Wife, and so you gave them me, Better, and better. Pray Sir be not moved, You drew me kindly to your house, and gave me Access to woe your Daughter, whom I loved: And since (by honoured marriage) made my wife. Now all my Choler fly out in your wits: Good tricks of Youth i'faith, no Indecorum, knight's son, knight's daughter; Marc. Antonio Give me your hand, There is no remedy, Marriage is ever made by Destiny. Silence my Masters, now here all are pleased, Only but Cornelio: who lacks but persuasion To reconcile himself to his fair wife: Good Sir will you (of all men our best speaker) Persuade him to receive her into grace? That I will gladly, and he shallbe ruled good Cornelio: I have heard of your wayward jealousy, and I must tell you plain as a friend, you're an Ass: you must pardon me, I knew your Father. Then you must pardon him, indeed Sir. Understand me: put case Dariotto loved your wife, whereby you would seem to refuse her; would you desire to have such a Wife as no man could love but yourself? Answer but that Cornelio. Understand me: Say Dariotto hath kissed your wife, or performed other offices of that nature, whereby they did converse together at bed and at board, as friends may seem to do: Mark but the now understand me. Yet if there come no proofs, but that her actions were cleanly, or indiscreet private, why 'twas a sign of modesty: and will you blow the Horne yourself, when you may keep it to yourself? Go to, you are a Fool, understand me?
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By heauen I chaunc' this morne, I know not why To passe by Graanas bed-chamber, And whom saw I fast by her naked side, But your Ualerio? Had you not warning giuen? Did not I bidd you watch my Courtier well, Or hee would set a Crest a your Sonnes head? That was not all, for by them on a stoole, My Sonne sate laughing, to see you so gull'd, Tis too too plaine▪ Why Sir, do you suspect it the more for that? Suspect it? is there any So grosse a wittoll, as if t'were his wife, Would sit by her so tamelie? Why not Sir, To blind my eyes? Well Sir, I was deceiu'd, But I shall make it prooue a deare deceipt to the deceiuer. Nay Sir, lets not haue A new infliction, set on an old fault: Hee did confesse his fault vpon his knees, You pardned it, and swore twas from your hart. Swore; a great peece of worke, the wretch shall know I haue a Daughter heere to giue my land too, Ile giue my Daughter all: the prodigall Shall not haue one poore House to hide his head in. I humblie thanke you Sir, and vow all duetie My life can yeelde you. Why are you so thankfull? For giuing to your Daughter all your Lands, Who is my Wife, and so you gaue them mee, Better, and better. Pray Sir be not moou'd, You drew mee kindlie to your house, and gaue mee Accesse to woe your Daughter, whom I lou'd: And since (by honord mariage) made my wife. Now all my Choller flie out in your witts: Good trickes of Youth y'faith, no Indecorum, Knights sonne, Knights daughter; Marc. Antonio Giue mee your hand, There is no remedie, Mariage is euer made by Destenie. Scilence my Maisters, now heere all are pleas'd, Onelie but Cornelio: who lackes but perswasion To reconcile himselfe to his faire wife: Good Sir will you (of all men our best speaker) Perswade him to receiue her into grace? That I will gladlie, and he shalbe rul'd good Cornelio: I haue heard of your wayward Ielosie, and I must tell you plaine as a friend, y'are an Asse: you must pardon me, I knew your Father. Then you must pardon him, indeed Sir. Vnderstand mee: put case Dariotto lo'd your wife, whereby you would seeme to refuse her; would you desire to haue such a Wife as no man could loue but your selfe? Answere but that Cornelio. Vnderstand mee: Say Dariotto hath kist your wife, or perform'de other offices of that nature, whereby they did conuerse togeather at bedd and at boord, as friendes may seeme to doe: Marke but the now vnderstand mee. Yet if there come no proofes, but that her actions were cleanlie, or indiscreete priuate, why t'was a signe of modestie: and will you blow Horne your selfe, when you may keepe it to your selfe? Goe to, you are a Foole, vnderstand mee?