Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.88 · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
No Wages, I do not hold that so good: for sure, marriage is better than hanging in some. True, in some respect, and that only because you have a longer time of repentance, but I pray sir, is't a christian that you mean to marry? A Christian! ay, why dost think I would marry a Jew? I do not like that so well sir, because it is the fashion amongst them to send Capons to their Godfathers for New years gifts, and upon my life sir, she'll one time or other clap you up in a basket, and send you away for good handsel: but I pray sir who is it? Peg, is she not a fine Gentlewoman? Beyond praise. Hath she not a piercing eye? And 'twere a Ferret. A delicate nose. And it were a Mulberry. Teeth like two rows of orient pearl. But the string is broken & many of them are fallen out. Hands as white as Pelops shoulder. ay, and as thick too. Wages. Sir. Go to her, and measure by thy protestations the depth of my affections: tell her what I will be to her, not what I have been to others: if she allege to thee her cousin's presupposed wrongs, tell her, I well could have been hoodwinked to her cousin's faults, so I had never seen her face. But what shall I tell her if she say you are gelded? I there's it indeed, there is no excuse for that: yet thou mayst tell her, I did it only to preserve my voice. Deliver this jewel to her hand, and with it even my heart's affection. I will sir, and if the Wenches close my projects carry, spite of mischance you shall your own wife marry. Now must I be frolic, learn to speak well, and woo with a good garb: and now I think on't, I have a pretty conceit of mine own, I will tell her that the wooing of a young wench, is the felling of a tree, and the getting of her friends good will, like the lopping of the tree, therefore first it behoves me to hew down the tree & then i'll climb with ease: but if at first to fell it I be not able, t' assay to climb it shall be in vain. Welcome, hast thou brought the divorce. 'tis here sir. Come then, let's in, it joys me much that thou so soon hast sped, For hours seem years, till it be published. But tell me good Madam, why are you so melancholy? To think upon the saucy importunity of my Servant Slack: he is like a badge on a coat, he is never off, off my sleeve, and yet I shun him like the pest. And he follows you like infection. Nay I would he did so by me, for I protest I love him beyond my thoughts, I covet nothing like his company, and yet he hates me, loathes my sight, but then comes the Welshman your love, and he hangs on my lips like a Padlock on a pedlar's Budget.
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No Wages, I doe not holde that so good: for sure, marriage is better then hanging in some. True, in some respect, and that onelye because you haue a longer time of repentance, but I pray sir, ist a christian that you meane to marrie? A Christian! I, why doost thinke I would marry a ? I doe not that so well sir, because it is the fashion amongst them to send Capons to their Godfathers for New yeares giftes, and vppon my life sir, sheele one time or other clap you vp in a basket, and send you away for good handsell: but I pray sir who is it? Peg, is she not a fine Gentlewoman? Beyond paise. Hath she not a piercing eye? And twere a Ferrit. A delicate nose. And it were a Mulberrie. Teeth like two rowes of orient pearle. But the string is broken & many of them are fallen out. Hands as white as Pelops shoulder. I, and as thicke too. Wages. Sir. Goe to her, and measure by thy protestations the depth of my affections: tell her what I will bee to her, not what I haue bin to others: if she alleadge to thee her cousens presupposed wronges, tell i, I well could haue bene hoodwinck'd to her cousens faultes, so I had neuer seen her face. But what shall I tell hir if she say you are gelded? I there's it indeed, there is no excuse for that: yet thou maist tel her, I did it only to preserue my voice. Deliuer this Iewell to her hand, and with it euen my hearts affection. I will sir, and if the Wenches close my proiectes carie, spite of mschance you shall your owne wife marry. Now must I be frolicke, learne to speake well, and woo with a good garbe: and now I thinke on't, I haue a pretie concee of mine owne, I will tell her that the wooing of a young wench, is the felling of a tree, and the getting of her friends good wil, like the lopping of the tree, therefore first it behoues me to hew down the tree & then ile climbe with ease: but if at first to fell it I be not able, t' assay to climbe it shall be in vaine. Welcome, hast thou brought the diuorce. Tis heere sir. Come then, lets in, it ioyes mee much that thou so scone hast sped, For houres seeme yeares, till it be published. But tell mee good Madam, why are you so melancholly? To thinke vpon the sawsie importunitie of my Serant Slacke: he is like a badge on a coate, he is neuer off, off my sleeu, and yet I shun him like the pest. And he followes you like infection. Nay I would he did so by me, for I protest I loue him beyond my thoughts, I couet nothing like his company, and yet he hates me, lothes my sight, but then comes the welchman your loue, and he hanges on my lips like a Padlocke on a Pedlars Budget.