Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 33 of 47

Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 510 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

And that which my father, hath left me, will make it about fifteen, hundred admirable. Indebt to no man, then must our natural care be, As she is wealthy to see her married well. And that she shall be as well as the priest can, he shall not, Leave out a word on't. I think she has. What a God's name. About four thousand pound in her great chest. And I'll find a vent for't I hope. she is virtuous, and she is fair. And she were foul, being rich, I would be glad of her. Pisht, pisht. Come, we'll go visit her, but with this care, That to no spendthrift we do marry her. You may chance be deceived old graybeards, hears he will spend some of it, thanks, thanks, honest Butler, now do I see the happiness of my future estate, I walk me as tomorrow, being the day after my marriage, with my fourteen men in Livery cloaks after me, and step to the wall in some chief street of the City, though I ha' no occasion to use it, that the Shopkeepers may take notice how many followers stand bare to me, and yet in this latter age, the keeping of men being not in request, I will turn my aforesaid fourteen into two Pages and two Coaches, I will get myself into grace at Court, run headlong into debt, and then look scurvily upon the City, I will walk you into the presence in the afternoon having put on a richer suit, than I wore in the morning, and call boy or sirrah, I will ha' the grace of some great Lady though I pay for't, and at the next Triumphs run a Tilt, that when I run my course, though I break not my lance: she may whisper to herself, looking upon my smell, well run my knight I will now keep great horses, scorning to have a Quean to keep me, indeed I will practise all the Gallantry in use, for by a Wife comes all my happiness. Now sir, you ha' heard her Uncles, and how do you like them. O But. they ha' made good thy words, & I am ravished with them. And having seen & kissed the gentlewoman. how do you like her? O Butler beyond discourse, she's Paragon for a Prince, than a fit Implement for a Gentleman, beyond my Element. Well then, since you like her, and by my means, she shall like you, nothing rests now but to have you married. True Butler, but withal to have her portion. Tut, that's sure yours when you are married once, for 'tis hers by Inheritance, but do you love her? O, with my soul. ha' you sworn as much. To thee, to her, and ha' called heaven to witness. How shall I know that. Butler, here I protest, make vows Irrevocable. Upon your knees. Upon my knees, with my heart, and soul I love her. Will live with her. Will live with her. Marry her and maintain her.
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PlayThe Miseries of Enforced Marriage
AuthorWilkins, George
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1606 [1605-1606]
First performance (BritDrama)1606 [1605-1607]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 586 · TCP A15352 · DEEP 484
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1310–1341 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 47 in this edition
Length510 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.792
Other seedsseed 43: T6 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And that which my father, hath left me, will make it about fifteene, hundred admirable. Indebt to no man, then must our natural care be, As she is wealthy to see her married well. And that she shall be as well as the priest can, hee shall not, Leaue out a word ont. I thinke she has. What a Gods name. About foure thousand pound in her great chest. And Ile find a vent fort I hope. Shee is vertuous, and she is faire. And she were foule, being rich, I would be glad of her. Pisht, pisht. Come, weele go visit her, but with this care, That to no spend-thrift we do marry her. You may chance be deceiued old gray-beardes, eares hee will spend some of it, thankes, thankes, honest Butler, now doe I see the happines of my future estate, I walke me as to morrow, being the day after my marriage, with my fourteene men in Liuerie cloakes after me, and step to the wall in some cheefe streete of the Citty, tho I ha no occasion to vse it, that the Shop-keepers may take notice how many followers stand bare to mee, and yet in thys latter age, the keeping of men being not in request, I will turne my aforesaid fourteen into two Pages and two Coaches, I wil get me selfe into grace at Court, runne head-long into debt, and then looke scuruily vpon the Citty, I wil walke you into the presence in the afternoone hauing put on a richer sute, then I wore in the morning, and call boy or sitrah, I wil ha the grace of some great Lady though I pay fort, and at the next Triumphes runne a Tilte, that when I runne my course, though I breake not my launce: she may whisper to her selfe, looking vppon my smell, wel run my knight I will now keepe great horses, scorning to haue a Queane to keep me, indeede I will practise all the Gallantry in vse, for by a Wyfe comes all my happines. Now sir, you ha heard her Vnckles, and how do you lyke them. O But. they ha made good thy words, & I am rauisht with thē. And hauing seen & kist the gentlewo. how do you like hir? O Butler beyonde discourse, shee's Paragon for a Prince, then a fit Implement for a Gentleman, beyond my Element. Well then, since you like her, and by my meanes, she shall like you, nothing rests now but to haue you married. True Butler, but withall to haue her portion. Tut, thats sure yours when you are maried once, for tis hirs by Inheritance, but do you loue her? O, with my soule. Ha you sworne as much. To thee, to her, and ha cald heauen to witnes. How shall I know that. Butler, heere I protest, make vowes Irreuocable. Vpon your knees. Vpon my knees, with my hart, and soule I loue her. Will liue with her. Will liue with her. Marry her and maintaine her.