Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
With the grace of Heaven. Disguised so like the drowned Albano to cross your suit, that by my little honesty 'twas great consolation to me to observe them, passion of joy, of hope. O excellent cried Andrea, passingly cried Randolfo; unparalleled lisps Iacomo, good, good, good, says Andrea, now stut says Iacomo, now stut says Randolfo, whilst the ravished Perfumer had like to have watered the seams of his breeches for extreme pride of their applause. Sest, I'll to Celia, and maugre the nose of her friends, wed her: bed her, my first son shall be a Captain, and his name shall be what it please his Godfathers, the second if he have a face bad enough, a Lawyer, the third a Merchant, and the fourth if he be maimed, dull brained, or hard shaped, a scholar, for that's your fashion. Get them, get them man first; now by the wantonness of the night, and I were a wench I would not ha-thee, wert thou an heir, nay (which is more) a fool. Why I can rise high, a straight leg, a plump thigh, a full vain, a round cheek, and when it pleaseth the fertility of my chin to be delivered of a beard, 'twill not wrong my kissing, for my lips are rebels, and stand out. Ho but there's an old fusty Proverb, these great talkers are never good doers. Why what a babell arrogance is this? Men will put by the very stock of fate, They'll thwart the destiny of marriage, Strive to disturb the sway of providence, they'll do it? Come, you'll be snarling now. As if we had free-will in supernatural Effects, and that our love or hate Depended not on causes 'bove the reach Of humane stature. I think I shall not lend you forty shillings now. Dirt upon dirt, fear is beneath my shoe, Dreadless of racks, strappados, or the sword, maugre Informer and sly intelligence, I'll stand as confident as Hercules, And with a frightless resolution, Rip up and lance our times impieties. Uds so peace. Open a bounteous ear for I'll be free, Ample as Heaven, give my speech more room, Let me unbrace my breasts, strip up my sleeves, Stand like an executioner to vice, To strike his head off with the keener edge, Of my sharp spirit. Room and good licence, come on, when, when. Now is my fury mounted, fix your eyes, Intend your senses, bend your listening up, For I'll make greatness quake, I'll tawe the hide Of thick-skinned Hugeness. 'tis most gracious we'll observe thee calmly. Hang on thy tongues end, come on prithee do. I'll see you hanged first, I thank you Sir, I'll none, This is the strain that chokes the theatres: That makes them crack with full stuffed audience, This is your humour only in request Forsooth to rail, this brings your ears to bed, This people gape for, for this some do stare This some would hear, to crack the author's neck, This admiration and applause pursues, Who cannot rail, my humours changed 'tis clear, Pardon I'll none, I prize my joints more dear.
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With the grace of Heauen. Disguis'd so like the drownd Albano to crosse your sute, that by my little honesty 'twas great consolation to mee to obserue them, passion of ioy, of hope. O excellent cri'd Andrea, passingly cri'd Randolfo; vnparraleld lispes Iacomo, good, good, good, sayes Andrea, now stut sayes Iacomo, now stut sayes Randolfo, whilst the rauisht Perfumer had like to haue waterd the seames of his breeches for extreame pride of their applause. Sest, Ile to Celia, and mauger the nose of her friends, wedde her: bedde her, my first sonne shall bee a Captaine, and his name shall bee what it please his God-fathers, the second if hee haue a face bad inough, a Lawyer, the third a Marchant, and the fourth if he bee maimd, dull braind, or hard shapt, a scholler, for thats your fashion. Get them, get them man first; now by the wantonnesse of the night, and I were a wench I would not ha-thee, wert thou an heire, nay (which is more) a foole. Why I can rise high, a straight legge, a plumpe thigh, a full vaine, a round cheeke, and when it pleaseth the firtility of my chinne to be deliuered of a beard, 'twill not wrong my kissing, for my lippes are rebels, and stand out. Ho but ther's an old fustie Prouerbe, these great talkers are neuer good dooers. Why what a babell arrogance is this? Men will put by the very stock of fate, Theyle thwart the destiny of marriage, Striue to disturbe the sway of prouidence, Theile do it? Come, youle be snarling now. As if we had free-will in supernaturall Effects, and that our loue or hate Depended not on causes boue the reach Of humaine stature. I thinke I shall not lend you forty shillings now. Durt vpon durt, feare is beneath my shooe, Dreadlesse of rackes, strappados, or the sword, Mauger Informer and slie intelligence, Ile stand as confident as Hercules, And with a frightlesse resolution, Rip vp and launce our times impieties. Vds so peace. Open a bounteous eare for Ile be free, Ample as Heauen, giue my speech more roome, Let me vnbrace my breasts, strip vp my sleeues, Stand like an executioner to vice, To strike his head off with the keener edge, Of my sharpe spirit. Roome and good licence, come on, when, when. Now is my fury mounted, fix your eyes, Intend your sences, bend your listning vp, For Ile make greatnesse quake, Ile tawe the hide Of thick-skind Hugenes. Tis most gratious weele obserue thee calmely. Hang on thy toungs end, come on pree-thee doe. Ile see you hang'd first, I thanke you Sir, Ile none, This is the straine that chokes the theaters: That makes them crack with full stufft audience, This is your humor onely in request Forsooth to raile, this brings your eares to bed▪ This people gape for, for this some doe stare This some would heare, to crack the Authors neck, This admiration and applause persues, Who cannot raile, my humors chang'd 'tis cleare, Pardon Ile none, I prise my ioynts more deare.