Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.84 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Well, ask my Ma. if he be willing, ye shall find me forward And that's as much as any woman can ask truly: and please your worship I have a suit to you. What is't Mi. Cor. for you are very like to speed? That I may have your good will to marry M. Wages. Why you have a husband alive? ay, but I can be divorced from him, and like your worship for three several causes which I know well enough, I warrant ye. If he be willing, with all my heart. I thank your worship. Hise fellow Wages, pray a word we, dost mean to have her? I. Well, go thy ways, I warrant thee a sound piece of her. A piece, why a piece? didst thou ever shoot in her? Who I, no: she recoils too much in the discharging for me to meddle with, but dost hear, put her away again as soon as thou canst: if thou keep her long, if she prove not like a commodity of wood, and stink in thy hands then hang me. Well Mistress Correction, I could wish you go about this your affairs as soon as you may, & Slack, & Wages do you two follow me. Now by my chaste thoughts which I was mother of at nine years old, I here swear, never to be in love: yet Master Newcome the Courtier thinks with the wearing of a neat boot, and a clean band, to catch my love napping as Morse catch this Mare, but Venus be my good speed, and Cupid send me good luck, for my heart is very light, and I fear 'tis but like a Candle, burnt into the Socket, which lightens a little before it goes out. I most fear 'tis like lightning before thunder, I pray have a careyehold fast. Come, thou hast such a running wit, 'tis like an Irish foot boy. I fear 'twill rob thee of all thy friends and then run from thee and leave thee. But I pray thee tell me one thing, I will an't be a good thing? Hast thou thy Maiden head yet? My maidenhead! faith Come, prithee do not lie, for they say 'tis lost lying and by the strength of my little virtue, I wonder (for mine own part) to see how this foolish virginity is esteemed when there is such danger in the keeping it, for who doth not know that the barren womb is cursed? and all know virgins have no children: beside, Women shall be saved by the bearing of Children, how think'st thou, are they? Nay, I cannot tell, you were best try. Indeed they say 'tis good to try before one trust. But I pray thee tell me one thing now, And what's that? The reason why thou art come run away from thy Father, considering the foreman of your Shop, methought was a good handsome fellow.
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Wel, aske my Maif he be willing, ye shall finde me forward And thats as much as any woman can aske truly: and please your worship I haue a suite to you. Whatist Mi. Cor for you are verye like to speede? That I may haue your good wil to marry M. Wages. VVhy you haue a husband aliue? I, but I can be deuorc'd from him, and like your worship for three seuerall causes which I knowe well ennough, I warrant ye. If he be willing, with all my hart. I thanke your worship. Hise fellow Wages, pray a word we, doost meane to haue her? I. Well, goethy waies, I warrant thee a sound peece of her. A peece, why a peece? didst thou euer shoot in her? Who I, no: she recoiles too much in the discharging for me to meddle with, but doost heare, put her away againe as soone as thou can'st: if thou kepe her long, if she proue not like a commodity of wood, and sink in thy hāds then hang me. Well Mistris Correction, I could wish you goe about this your affaires as soon as you may, & Slack, & Wages doe you two follow me. Now by my chaste thoughts which I was mother of at nine yeres olde, I heere sweare, neuer to be in loue: yet Maister Nuecome the Courtier thinkes with the wearing of a neate boote, and a cleane band, to catch my loue napping as Morse catch this Mare, but Venus be my good speede, and Cupid send me good lucke, for my heart is very light, and I feare tis but like a Candle, burnt into the Socket, which lightens a litt before it goes out. I moste feare tis like lightning before thunder, I pray haue a careyehold fast. Come, thou hast such a running wit, tis like an Yrish foote boy I feare twill rob thee of all thy and then runne from thee and leaue thee. But I pray thee tell me one thing, I will an't be a good thing? Hast thou thy Maiden head yet? My maiden-dead! faith. Come, prethee doe not lye, for they say tis lost lying and by the strength of my little vertue, I wonder (for mine own part) to see how this foolish virginity is esteem'd when there is such danger in the keeping it, for who dooth not knowe that the barren womb is curst? and al know virgins haue no children: besides, Women shall bee saued by he bearing of Children, how think'st thou, are they? Nay, I cannot tell, you were best trie. Indeede they say tis good to trie before one trust. But I pray thee tell me one thing now, And what's that? The reason why thou art come runne away from thy Father, considering the forman of your Shop, mee thought was a good hansome fellow.