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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
You post and I pillar. No, no, you are the only post, you must support prove a wench and bear, or else all the building of your delight will fall— Down. What must I stand out? I by my faith till you be married. Why do you toss then? Why I am wed wench. pray to whom. To the true husband right head of a woman, my will, which vows never to marry till I mean to be a fool, a slave, starch cambric ruffs, and make candles (pur) 'tis down serve again good wench. By your pleasing cheek you play well. Nay good creature pree do not flatter me, I thought 'twas for something you go cased in your veluit scabbard, I warrant these laces were near stitched on with true stitch, I have a plain weighting wench she speaks plain, and faith, she goes plain, she is virtuous and because she should go like virtue by the consent of my bounty she shall never have above two smocks to her back, for that's the fortune of desert, & the main in fashion or reward of merit (pur) just thus do I use my servants, I strive to catch them in my racket, and no sooner caught but I toss them away, if he fly well and have good feathers I play with them till he be down, and then my maid serves him to me again, if a slug and weak winged if he be down there let him lie. Good Mell I wonder how many servants thou hast. Troth so do I, let me see Dupatzo. Dupatzo which Dupatzo. Dupatzo the elder brother the fool, he that bought the half penny rib and wearing it in his ear swearing 'twas the duchess of Milan's favour, he into whose head a man may travel 10. leagues before he can meet with his eyes, then there's my chub my Epicure Quadratus, that rubs his guts, claps his paunch & cries Rivo, entertaining my ears perpetually with a most strong discourse of the praise of bottle ale & red Herrings, then there's Simplicius Faber. Why he is a fool. True or else he would near be my servant, then there's the cap cloaked Courtier Balthasar he wears a double treble quadruple ruff, I in the summer time, faith I ha' servants enough and I doubt not but by my ordinary pride and extraordinary cunning to get more. monsieur Laverdure with a troop of gallants is entering. He capers the lascivious blood about Within heart pants, nor leaps the eye nor lips: Prepare yourselves to kiss for you must be kissed. By my troth 'tis a pretty thing to be towards marriage, a pretty loving: look where he comes ha ha. Good day sweet love. Wish her good night man. God morrow sister. A curtsy to you caper, tomorrow morn I'll call you brother. But much much falls betwixt the cup and lip. Be not to confident the knot may slip.
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You post and I piller. No, no, you are the onely post, you must support proue a wench and beare, or elce all the building of your delight will fall — Downe. What must I stand out? I by my faith til you be married. Why do you tosse then? Why I am wed wench. Pree thee to whome. To the true husband right head of a woman, my wil, which vowes neuer to marry till I meane to be a foole, a slaue, starch cambrick ruffes, and make candells (pur) tis downe serue againe good wench. By your pleasing cheeke you play well. Nay good creature pree thee doe not flatter mee, I thought twas for somthing you goe casd in your veluit skabberd, I warrant these laces were nere stich'd on with true stich, I haue a plaine waighting wench shee speakes plaine, and faith, she goes plaine, she is vertuous and because she should go like virtue by the consent of my bounty shee shall neuer haue aboue two smockes to her back, for thats the fortune of desert, & the maine in fashion or reward of merit (pur)iust thus do I vse my seruants, I striue to catch them in my racket, and no sooner caught but I tosse them away, if he flie wel and haue good feaethers I play with them till he be downe, and then my maide serues him to me againe, if a slug and weake wing'd if hee bee downe there let him lie. Good Mell I wonder how many seruants thou hast. Troth so do I, let me see Dupatzo. Dupatzo which Dupatzo. Dupatzo the elder brother the foole, he that bought the half penny rib and wearing it in his eare▪ swearing twas the duches of Millans fauor, hee into whose head a man may trauell 10. leagues before hee can meete with his eyes, then ther's my chub my Epicure Quadratus, that rubbes his guttes, clappes his paunch & cries Riuo, intertayning my eares perpetually with a most strong discourse of the praise of bottle ale & red Herrings, then ther's Simplicius Faber. Why he is a foole. True or els he would nere be my seruant, then ther's the cap cloakt Courtier Baltazar hee weares a double treble quadruple ruffe, I in the sommer time, faith I ha seruants inow and I doubt not but by my ordinary pride and extraordinary cunning to get more. Mounsier Lauerdure with a troupe of gallants is entring. He capers the lasciuious bloud about Within heart pantes, nor leapes the eye nor lippes: Prepare your selues to kisse for you must be kissd. By my troth tis a pretty thing to be towards marriage, a pretty louing: looke where he comes ha ha. Good day sweete loue. Wish her good night man. God morrow sister. A cursie to you caper, to morrow morne Ile call you brother. But much much falls betwixt the cup and lip. Be not to confident the knot may slip.