The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 42 of 46
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Art is just, and will make me amends. No doubt Sir. The chief note of a Scholar you say, is to govern his passions; wherefore I do take all patiently; in sign of which my most dear wife, I do kiss thee: make haste home after me, I shall be in my Study. Go, a vaunt, my new City dame, send me what you promised me for consideration; and mayst thou prove a Lady. Thou shalt have it, his silks shall fly for it. How sweet is a calm after a tempest, what is there now that can stand betwixt me and felicity? I have gone through all my crosses constantly; have confounded my enemies, and know where to have my longings satisfied; I have my way before me, there is the door, and I may freely walk into my delights. knock Boy. Who's their? Madonna my love, not guilty, not guilty, open the door. Art thou come sweet heart? Yes to thy soft embraces, and the rest of my overflowing blisses; come let us in and swim in our delights: a short grace as we go, and so to meat. Nay my dear love, you must bear with me in this; we'll to the Church first. Shall I be sure of it then. By my love you shall. I am content, for I do now wish to hold off longer, to whet my appetite, and do desire to meet with more troubles, so I might conquer them. And as a holy lover that hath spent The tedious night, with many a sigh and tears; Whilst he pursued his wench: and hath observed The smiles, and frowns, not daring to displease; When at last, hath with his service won Her yielding heart; that she begins to dote Upon him, and can hold not longer out, But hangs about his neck, and woes him more Than ever he desired her love before: Then begins to flatter his desert, And growing wanton, needs will cast her off; Try her, pick quarrels, to breed fresh delight, And to increase his pleasing appetite. Come Mouse, will you walk? I pray thee let me be delivered of the joy I am so big with; I do feel that high heat within me, that I begin to doubt whether I be mortal? How I contemn my fellows in the Court, With whom I did but yesterday converse, And in a lower and an humbler key Did walk, and meditate on grosser meats: There are they still poor rogues, shaking their chops, And sneaking after cheeses, and do run Headlong in chase of every jack of Beer That crosseth them, in hope of some repast, That it will bring them to; whilst I am here, The happiest wight, that ever set his tooth To a dear novelty: approach my love, Come let's go to knit the true loves knot, That never can be broken. That is to marry a whore.
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Arte is just, and will make me a mendes. No doubt Sir. The chiefe note of a Scholler you say, is to gouerne his passions; wherefore I do take all patiently; in signe of which my most deare wife, I do kisse thee: make hast home after me, I shall be in my Studie. Goe, a vaunt, my new Citie dame, send mee what you promised me for consideration; and may'st thou prooue a Lady. Thou shalt haue it, his silkes shall flye fo it. How sweetis a calme after a tempest, what is there nowe that can stand betwixt mee and felicitie? I haue gon through all my crosses constātly; haue confoūded my enimies, and know where to haue my longings satisfied; I haue my way before me, there is the dore, and I may freely walke into my delights. knocke Boy. Who's their? Madona my loue, not guiltie, not guiltie, open the dore. Art thou come sweet heart? Yes to thy soft imbraces, and the rest of my ouerflowing blisses; come let vs in and swime in our delights: a short grace as we goe, and so to meat. Nay my deare loue, you must beare with mee in this; we'le to the Church first. Shall I be sure of it then. By my loue you shall. I am content, for I do now wish to hould off longer, to whet my appetite, and doe desire to meet with more troubles, so I might conquere them. And as a holy louer that hath spent The tedious night, with many asigh and teares; Whil'st he pursu'd his wench: and hath obseru'd The smiles, and frownes, not daring to displease; When at last, hath with his seruice wone Her yeelding heart; that she begins to dote Vpon him, and can hold not longer out, But hangs about his necke, and woes him more Then euer he desir'd her loue before: Then begins to flatter his desert, And growing wanton, needes will cast her off; Trie her, picke quarrels, to breed fresh delight, And to increase his pleasing appetite. Come Mouse, will you walke? I pray thee let me bee deliuered of the joy I am so big with; I doe feele that high heat within me, that I begin to doubt whether I be mortall? How I contemne my fellowes in the Court, With whom I did but yesterday conuerse, And in a lower and an humbler key Did walke, and meditate on grosser meates: There are they still poore rogues, shaking their chops, And sneaking after cheeses, and doe runne Headlong in chase of euery jacke of Beere That crosseth them, in hope of some repast, That it will bring them to; whilst I am here, The happiest wight, that euer set his tooth To a deare noueltie: approch my loue, Come let's goe to knit the true loues knot, That neuer can be broken. That is to marry a whore.