Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
My Lord. What have they supped within. Not yet my Lord. Why so, thou art an honest knave, go see that none want wine. I will my Lord. I would not have the worst complain of scarcity or want of any thing, for Master Venture we shall carry nothing with us, for naked we into the world came, without that which we now possess and have, and without it we must unto the grave. O Sir Iohn, Sir Iohn, I thank you for your homely today, but it you have a fault sir Iohn, the which in any of your Scholars would deserve a whipping: you are come to late, I and to a feast and all, well, well, well, but you shall fare the worse for this sir Iohn. I would desire a word in private with your honour. With all my heart: They shall be welcome, even exceeding welcome, and I thank you too. Hark you neighbour, Sir Iohn tells me that to honour me in this my predecessors still accustomed feast, four new married couples are hither come in a mask, newly from the church, their feet not yet since their nuptial, have kissed their own thresholds. 'tis Sign ye are well beloved my Lord. I am indeed Master Venture, I am indeed. Gentlemen and Women, ye are all welcome even with my heart, I with my heart i'faith. O neighbour Venture my Son and your Daughter now be married, what a joyful mask would this have been. 'tis true my Lord, but they are fled beyond all hope of ever seeing them again. 'tis true, 'tis true, yet though the fruit gone be, my grief you see, like leaves stick fast upon this tree. but come neighbour come, let's sit & look upon this youthful dancing mirth, for youth and mirth have danced themselves out at heels with me. Nay, pray Gentlemen unmask, that we may know to whom we shall be thankful for this honour, how now my Son? My Daughter. Now may my blessing raise thee from the ground. And mine make thee both fruitful, and a faithful wife. Why what are you? Mistook of you, but such is woman's fantasy, Constant in nothing but unconstancy: For I that first you most abhorred, Loved you a slave, and hated you a Lord. Well, woodcock like by thy bill, 'tis my hap, Thus fast to be catched in a woman's trap. Now by my conscience I am deceived. No, not a whit, for I will love you ever. Well, give me your hand then, since 'tis my fate, What marriage joins, I'll never separate. O! I repent it not, this match is double made, and twice hath holy Hymen's fingers tide Well, since 'tis thus hence forth i'll love thee ever, for que sera, sera, 'gainst what plots soever, but who is this, master Correction?
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My Lord. What haue they sup'd within. Not yet my Lord. Why so, thou art an honest knaue, goe see that none want wine. I will my Lord. I would not haue the worst complaine of scarcitie or want of any thing, for Maister Venter wee shall carrie nothing with vs, for naked we into the world came, without that which we now possesse and haue, and without it we must vnto the graue. O Sir Iohn, Sir Iohn, I thanke you for your homelye to day, but it you haue a fault sir Iohn, the which in any of your Schollers would deserue a whipping: you are come to late, I and to a feast and all, well, well, well, but you shall fare the worse for this sir Iohn. I would desire a word in priuate with your honou. With all my heart: They shall be welcome, euen exceeding welcome, and I thanke you too. Harke you neighbour, Sir Iohn tels mee that to honnour me in this my predecessors still accustom'd feast, foure new marryed couples are heather come in a make, newlle from the church, their feete not yet since their nuptiall, haue kisd their owne thresholds. Tis Signe ye are well belou'd my Lord. I am indeede Maister Venter, I am indeede. Gentlemen and Women, yee are all welcome euen with my heart, I with my heart yfaith. O neighbour Venter my Sonne and your Daughter now bee marryed, what a ioyfull maske would this haue bin. Tis true my Lord, but they are fled beyond all hope of euer seeing them againe. Tis trew, tis trew, yet though the frute gone be, my griefe you see, like leaues sticke vppon this tree. but come neighbour come, lets sit & look vpon this youthfull dauncing mirth, for youth and mirth haue daunc'd themselues out at heeles with me. Nay, pray Gentlemen vnmaske, that we may knowe to whome we shall be thankful for this honour, how now my Sonne? My Daughter. Now may my blessiug raise thee from the ground. And mine make thee both fruitfull, and a faithfull wife. Why what are you? Mistook of you, but such is womans fantasie, Constant in nothing but vnconstancie: For I that first you moste abhord, Lou'd you a slaue, and hated you a Lord. Well, woodcocke like by thy bill, tis my hap, Thus fast to be catched in a womans trap. Now by my conscience I am deceiu'd. No, not a whit, for I will loue you euer. Well, giue me your hand then, since s my fate, What marriage , ile neuer separate. O! I repent it not, this match is double made, and twice hath holy Hymens Well, since tis thus hence foorth ile loue thee euer, for que sera, sera, gainst what plots so euer, but who is this, maister Correction?