Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.72 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I Come but like a Harbinger being sent, To tell you what these preparations mean: Look for no glorious state, our muse is bent Upon a barren subject: a bare scene. We could afford this twig a Timber tree, Whose strength might boldly on your favours build, Our Russet, Tissue: Drone, a honey-bee, Our barren plot, a large and spacious field. Our course fare, banquets: our thin Water, Wine: Our Brook, a Sea: our Bats eyes, eagle's sight: Our Poets dull and earthy muse, Divine: Our Ravens, Doves: our Crows black feathers, white. But gentle thoughts when they may give the foil, Save them that yield, and spare where they may spoil. SOme music there, none lead the Bride a dance? Yes, would she dance the shaking of the sheets? But that's the dance her Husband means to lead her? That's not the dance that every man must dance According to the Ballad. Music ho, By your leave Sister, by your husband's leave I should have said, the hand that but this day Was given you in the Church I'll borrow: Sound, This marriage music hoists me from the ground. ay, you may caper, you are light and free, Marriage hath yoked my heels, pray then pardon me. I'll have you dance to, Brother. Master Frankford, You are a happy man sir, and much joy Succeed your marriage mirth, you have a wife So qualified and with such ornaments Both of the mind and body. First her Birth Is Noble, and her education such As might become the Daughter of a Prince, Her own tongue speaks all tongues, and her own hand Can teach all strings to speak in their best grace. From the shrill treble, to the hoarsest base. To end her many praises in one word, She's beauty, and perfections eldest Daughter, Only found by yours, though many a heart hath sought her. But that I know your virtues and chaste thoughts, I should be jealous of your praise sir Charles. He speaks no more than you approve. Nor flatters he that gives to her her due. I would your praise could find a fitter theme, Than my imperfect beauty to speak on, Such as they be, if they my Husband please, They suffice me now I am married, His sweet content is like a flattering Glass, To make my face seem fairer to mine eye: But the least wrinkle from his stormy brow, Will blast the Roses in my cheeks that grow. A perfect wife already, meek and patient: How strangely the word husband fits your mouth, Not married three hours since sister, 'tis good, You that begin betimes thus, must needs prove Pliant and duteous in your husband's love, Godamercies Brother wrought her to it already, Sweet Husband, and a courtesy the first day, Mark this, mark this, you that are Bachelors, And never took the grace of honest man, Mark this against you marry, this one phrase, In a good time that man both wins and woes, That takes his wife down in her wedding shoes.
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I Come but like a Harbenger being sent, To tell you what these preparations meane: Looke for no glorious state, our muse is bent Vpon a barrein subiect: a bare sceane. We could afford this twig a Timber tree, Whose strength might boldly on your fauours build, Our Russet, Tissew: Drone, a Hony-Bee, Our barrein plot, a large and spacious fielde. Our course fare, banquets: our thin Water, Wine: Our Brooke, a Sea: our Bats eyes, Eagles sight: Our Poets dull and earthy muse, Diuine: Our Rauens, Doues: our Crowes blacke fethers, white. But gentle thoughts when they may giue the foyle, Saue them that yeeld, and spare where they may spoyle. SOme musicke there, none lead the Bride a dance? Yes, would she dance the shaking of the sheetes? But thats the dance her Husband meanes to lead her? Thats not the dance that euery man must dance According to the Ballad. Musick ho, By your leaue Sister, by your Husbands leaue I should haue said, the hand that but this day Was giuen you in the Church Ile borrow: Sound, This marriage musicke hoists me from the ground. I, you may caper, you are light and free, Marriage hath yoakt my heeles, pray then pardon me. Ile haue you dance to, Brother. Maister Frankford, You are a happy man sir, and much ioy Succeede your marriage mirth, you haue a wife So qualified and with such ornaments Both of the mind and body. First her Birth Is Noble, and her education such As might become the Daughter of a Prince, Her owne tongue speakes all tongues, and her owne hand Can teach all strings to speake in their best grace. From the shrill treble, to the hoarsest base. To end her many praises in one word, Shes beauty, and perfections eldest Daughter, Onely found by yours, though many a hart hath sought her. But that I know your vertues and chast thoughts, I should be ielous of your praise sir Charles. He speakes no more then you approue. Nor flatters he that giues to her her due. I would your praise could find a itter theame, Then my imperfect beauty to speake on, Such as they be, if they my Husband please, They sufice me now I am married, His sweet content is like a flattering Glasse, To make my face seeme fairer to mine eye: But the least wrinckle from his stormy brow, Will blast the Roses in my cheekes that grow. A perfect wife already, meeke and patient: How strangely the word husband fits your mouth, Not married three houres since sister, tis good, You that beginne betimes thus, must needs proue Plyant and dutious in your husbands loue, Godamercies Brother wrought her to it already, Sweete Husband, and a curtesie the first day, Marke this, marke this, you that are Bachelers, And neuer tooke the grace of honest man, Marke this against you marry, this one phrase, In a good time that man both wins and woes, That takes his wife downe in her wedding shooes.