Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
O Neighbour Venture, do you not know that to marry a Child, is but to mar a man? for he that cuts a tender twig in springing, both mars his length and spoils his growing: my son shall first see twenty years of age, before my condescent shall once be given to make him father of a son: Besides, your daughter yet is very young: and though in Women's sex 'tis always seen, desire to marriage rides always in post; yet in their Inn repentance is their host: the fault of this is always known to be, through foolish husbands: or such as are to young, for Children to their wives are like fruit half ripe, they yield no taste, nor give no sweet delight. Behold, here comes my young Lord, the very model of yourself, the Vigour of your youth, and strength of all your future hopes. And he is welcome, what sudden gust (my Son) in haste hath blown thee hither, and made thee leave the Court, where so many earth-treading stars adorns the sky of state? or as the summer's speckled flowery garment is spread about the seat of Majesty? what is the reason thou hast left this earthly Paradise, to visit us before our expectation? My love dear Father (to your fair wife) hath made my hours of absence from this place, seem tedious years, I could not but return from whence I came, as like to man, the which of clay was framed, at first did walk a while upon the earth, but in the end returned to dust; or like a River, which through the earth doth draw his life and spring from out the sea. Thus I that from you sprung, have run my course awhile, but now as to my sea, return to you again. Thy answer with thy wisdom hath enriched thy welcome: dear friends, I pray you set your hands to this my deed. I do my Lord, with all devoted love. And I which hate my wife his mistress: his welcome home, will breed my ill at home, I breed my horns as Children teeth, with sickness and with pain: and yet I will with as smooth a face as my wife will give me leave, make show of welcome. Sir, I much rejoice to see you, and doubt not, but ere long, you'll come & see where my poor house doth stand. Or else I were unworthy of your love if I neglect the visitation of so kind friends as yourself and my dear mistress. Visitation! my wife's not sick, what visitation? 'tis I am ill, 'tis the horn plague I have, I am sure that's not God's visitation, yet they are the Lords tokens, for he hath sent them me: but marry when you will, i'll try and you be a Chandler, i'll see if you'll take your own tokens again: well, but in the mean time, I am marked for death, yet he'll be in the pit before me. O that I should be a Cuckold! a creature of the last edition, and yet of the old print.
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O Neighbour Venter, doe you not knowe that to marrie a Childe, is but to marre a man? for hee that cuts a tender twig in springing, both marres his length and spoiles his growing: my sonne shall first see twentie yeares of age, before my condesent shal once be giuen to make him father of a sonne: Besides, your daughter yet is very yong: and though in Womens sex 'tis alwaies seene, desire to mariage rides alwaies in post; yet in their Inne repentance is their host: the fault of this is alwaies knowne to be, through foolish husbands: or such as are to young, for Children to their wiues are like fruite halfe ripe, they yeeld no taste, nor giue no sweete delight. Beholde, heere comes my young Lord, the verye modell of your selfe, the Vigor of your youth, and strength of all your future hopes. And hee is welcome, what suddaine gust (my Sonne) in hast hath blowne thee hither, and made thee leaue the Court, where so many earth-treading starres adornes the sky of state? or as the summers speckled flowry garment is spread about the seate of Maiestie? what is the reaon thou hast left this earthly Paradice, to visite vs before our expectation? My loue deare Father (to your faire wife) hath made my houres of absence from this place, seeme teadious yeares, I could not but returne from whence I came, as like to man, the which of clay was framde, at first did walke a while vpon the earth, but in the end return'd to dust; or like a Riuer, which through the earth doth drawe his life and spring from out the sea. Thus I that from you sprung, haue runne my course awhile, but now as to my sea, returne to you againe. Thy answere with thy wisdome hath inrich'd thy welcome: deare friendes, I pray you set your handes to this my deed. I doe my Lord, with all deuoted loue. And I which hate my wife his mistris: his welcome home, will breede my ill at home, I breede my hornes as Children teeth, with sicknesse and with paine: and yet I will with as smoothe a face as my wife will giue me leaue, make showe of welcome. Sir, I much reioyce to see you, and doubt not, but ere long, youl' come & see where my poore house doth stand. Or else I were vnworthie of your loue if I neglect the visitation of so kinde friends as your selfe and my deare mistris. Visitation! my wife's not sick, what visitation? Tis I am ill, tis the horne plague I haue, I am sure that's not Gods visitation, yet they are the Lords tokens, for hee hath sent them me: but marrie when you will, ile trie and you bee a Chandler, ile see if you'le take your owne tokens againe: wel, but in the mean time, I am marked for death, yet hee'l be in the pit before me. O that I should bee a Cuckold! a creature of the last edition, and yet of the olde print.