Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Why what should I do madam, my mother tells me I must not say as I think. I am no counsellor, but should Demetrius in like disguise court me, thus would I embrace him, thus seal my affections with a kiss, & thus argue: think not Demetrius that the clouds of baseness could so muffle thee, but that the sun of valour shined through them long since, & in regard of thy serviceable duty in concealing, and unpresented policy in thus making known thy love, sort but out fit opportunity, & in despite of all guardians strict observance, go where thou wilt, the worth of Demetrius shall draw Hippolita, this would I vow, and this will I perform. And were I Demetrius & you Hippolita, I would deceive Dametas, outreach Miso, forswear Mopsa, & forsake Archadea to share the fortunes of divine Hippolita. And what should I do then? I do but speak in the person of Demetrius, & under Hippolita shadow what I intend to the rare, and never enough wondered at Mopsa, the black swan of beauty, & madge-howled of admiration. Do not you flout me Dorus, & you do not, provide a priest and I'll marry you, and my father and mother shall never know one. Manasses is the man. And I'll be the woman, whosoever say nay to't, little dreams my mother of what we have done. 'tmay be she did, for she sighed & ground much in her sleep. 'tis well she was so quiet, for she eat pease porridge to breakfast, & they'll make me break wind in my sleep like a horse, and see as the devil will hate she wakes, and here comes my father, no words and ye love me. Why god a mercy Dorus, this diligence becomes the servant of Dametas, and I'll prefer thee for't. You were worse than the devil else, for they say he helps his servants, than you may do little & you cannot help yours. Will you break your jests against the bars of you chamber window, & clear the green, the duke is coming to bowls, & I would not for half mine office you should be a rub in the way of his patience: Daughter and Wife, conduct her to the Lodge. And Dorus. make you haste about your business. I warrant you Sir: be my hopes rightly placed? You will condemn me for my too much haste. Why so: this 'tis to be in authority: Inferior persons, I and the Princes themselves, fly from my presence, like the chirping Birds from the sight of the Falcon: my very breath like a mighty wind blows away inferior Officers (the Court rubbish) out of my way, and gives me a smooth passage: I am the morning star, I am seldom seen but about the rising of the Sun: indeed I am never out of the Duke's eye; and here he comes. Doth our match hold. Yes, whose part will you take. Zelmane's.
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Why what ſhould I do madam, my mother tells me I muſt not ſay as I think. I am no counſeller, but ſhold Demetrius in like diſguiſe court me, thus would I imbrace him, thus ſeale my affections with a kiſſe, & thus argue: think not Demetrius that the clowds of baſenes could ſo muffle thee, but that the ſun of valor ſhind thro them long ſince, & in regard of thy ſeruiceable dutie in concealing, and vnpreented policy in thus making known thy loue, ſort but out fit oportunity, & in deſpight of all gardians ſtrict obſeruance, go where thou wilt, the worth of Demetrius ſhall draw Hippolita, this would I vow, and this will I performe. And were I Demetrius & you Hippolita, I would deciue Dametas, outreach Miſo, forſweare Mopſa, & forſake Archadea to ſhare the fortunes of diuine Hippolita. And what ſhould I doe then? I do but ſpeake in the perſon of Demetrius, & vnder Hippolita ſhadow what I intend to the rare, and neuer enough wondred at Mopſa, the black ſwan of beauty, & madg-howled of admiration. Do not you flout me Dorus, & you do not, prouide a prieſt and Ile marry you, and my father and mother ſhal neuer know one. Manaſſes is the man. And Ile be the woman, who ſo euer ſay nay toote, little dreames my mother of what wee haue done. Tmay be ſhe did, for ſhe ſigh'd & grond much in her ſleepe. Tis wel ſhe was ſo quiet, for ſhe eate peaſe poridge to breakfaſt, & theyle make me break wind in my ſleepe like a horſe, and ſee as the deuil wil hate ſhe wakes, and here comes my father, no words and ye loue me. Why god a mercy Dorus, this dilligence becomes the ſeruaunt of Dametas, and Ile prefer thee fort. You were worſe then the deuil els, for they ſay hee helps his ſeruants, then you may doe little & you cannot helpe yours. Will you break your ieſts againſt the barres of you chamber windowe, & cleere the greene, the duke is comming to bowles, & I would not for halfe mine office you ſhold be a rub in the way of his pacience: Daughter and Wife, conduct her to the Lodge. And Dorus. make you haſte about your buſineſſe. I warrant you Sir: be my hopes rightly plaſt? You will condemne me for my too much haſte. Why ſo: this tis to be in authoritie: Inferiour perſons, I and the Princes themſelues, flie from my preſence, like the chirping Birdes from the ſight of the Faulcon: my verie breath like a mighty wind blowes away inferiour Officers (the Court rubbiſh) out of my way, and giues me a ſmooth paſſage: I am the morning ſtarre, I am ſeldome ſeene but about the riſing of the Sunne: indeede I am neuer out of the Dukes eye; and heere he comes. Doth our match hold. Yes, whoſe part will you take. Zelmanes.