Day, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
You must take heed you crack not too many too, for you may surfeit of the stone as well as of the cherry. Nay and they be such dangerous things, I ha' done with 'em. So have I too for this time, but sister, is it not a strange kind of servile liberty that we live in here in Arcadia? For all the world as Englishmen keep their felons, and Italians their wives, we never stir abroad without our laylors. And for what cause forsooth? only to keep us from marriage. Sure it is either some high content, or extreme discommodity, that our father debars us of it. By this stone, me thinks I long like a woman with child, till I know the difference betwixt a Maid and a wife. Well, god a mercy of all cursen souls, I was near the knowledge on't last night I can tell you. O that I had been with thee I might ha' been so too: for the love of marriage how? Why thus: As I lay slumbering in my bed, No creature with me but my maidenhead. Is that a creature? Some maintain it is, Got in the eye, conceived in a kiss; Others, whose speech seems near akin to truth, Say 'tis a passion, bred i'th' heat of youth, Some call't a sigh, and some an amorous groan, All differ in the definition: But in th'allowed opinion of most, 'tis never truly had till it be lost. But lying thus alone, as Maids do use, Me thought I dreamt, as Maids can hardly choose, And in my dream me thought 'twas too much wrong A pretty Maid should lie alone so long; With that a gallant comes, gallants can do Much with young Maids. And with old women too. He courted me once, and again, and thrice, 'tis virtue to say nay, to be too nice Agrees not with my humour, yet some say, We Maids wish things, to which we answer nay; Briefly, me thought he stood so long a wooing, I rather could ha' wished he had been doing Some other business, yet at last we'greed, 'twere strange if earnest suters should not speed. In what agreed you? In our Wedding-ring, Time, place, and hour, indeed in every thing; The day appointed, and each thing in frame, I thought each hour an age until it came, Well, come it is, the morning once in sight, I thought it ten times longer till 'twas night. At dinner time me thought I swelled with pride To be drunk to by name of Mistress bride, Music spoke loud, no delicates were scant, Yet still me thought another thing did want, For sure thought I, there's something in a man That wife's love well, hope brides may wish it than. Long looked for comes at last, to bed we go. Would I had dreamt I might ha' done so too.
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You muſt take heed you cracke not too many too, for you may ſurfet of the ſtone as well as of the cherry. Nay and they be ſuch dangerous things, I ha done with em. So have I too for this time, but ſiſter, is it not a ſtrange kind of ſervile liberty that we live in here in Arcadia? For all the world as Engliſhmen keep their fellons, and Italians their wives, we never ſtirre abroad without our laylors. And for what cauſe forſooth? only to keep us from mariage. Sure it is either ſome high content, or extreame diſcommoditie, that our father debarres us of it. By this ſtone, me thinks I long like a woman with child, till I know the difference betwixt a Mayd and a wife. Well, god a mercy of all curſen ſoules, I was neere the knowledge on't laſt night I can tell you. O that I had bin with thee I might ha been ſo too: for the love of marriage how? Why thus: As I lay ſlumbring in my bed, No creature with me but my mayden-head. Is that a creature? Some maintaine it is, Got in the eye, conceived in a kiſſe; Others, whoſe ſpeech ſeemes neere akin to truth, Say tis a paſſion, bred i'th heat of youth, Some call't a ſigh, and ſome an amorous grone, All differ in the definition: But in th'allow'd opinion of moſt, Tis never truely had till it be loſt. But lying thus alone, as Mayds doe uſe, Me thought I dreamt, as Mayds can hardly chuſe, And in my dreame me thought twas too much wrong A pretty Mayd ſhould lye alone ſo long; With that a gallant comes, gallants can doe Much with young Mayds. And with old women too. He courted me once, and agen, and thrice, Tis vertue to ſay nay, to bee too nice Agrees not with my humour, yet ſome ſay, We Mayds wiſh things, to which we anſwer nay; Briefely, me thought he ſtood ſo long a wooing, I rather could ha wiſht he had been doing Some other buſineſſe, yet at laſt we'greed, Twere ſtrange if earneſt futers ſhould not ſpeed. In what agreed you? In our Wedding-ring, Time, place, and houre, indeed in every thing; The day appoynted, and each thing in frame, I thought each houre an age untill it came, Well, come it is, the morning once in ſight, I thought it ten times longer till twas night. At dinner time me thought I ſweld with pride To be drunke to by name of Miſtreſſe bride, Muſicke ſpake loud, no delicates were ſcant, Yet ſtill me thought another thing did want, For ſure thought I, there's ſomething in a man That wiues loue well, hope brides may wiſh it than. Long lookt for comes at laſt, to bed we goe. Would I had dreamt I might ha' done ſo too.