Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Treason to my heart's truest sovereign, How soon is love smothered in foggy gain? But how shall we prevent this dangerous match? I have a plot, a trick, and this it is, Under this colour I'll break off the match; I'll tell the knight that now my mind is changed For marrying of my daughter, for I intend To send her unto Cheshunt nunnery. O me accursed! There to become a most religious Nun. I'll first be buried quick. To spend her beauty in most private prayers. I'll sooner be a sinner in forsaking Mother and father. How dost like my plot? Exceeding well, but is it your intent She shall continue there? Continue there? Ha, ha, that were a jest, You know a virgin may continue there, A twelvemonth and a day only on trial, There shall my daughter sojourn some three months, And in mean time I'll compass a fair match Twixt youthful Ierningham, the lusty heir Of Sir Raph Ierningham dwelling in the forest, I think they'll both come hither with Mounchensey. Your care argues the love you bear our child, I will subscribe to any thing you'll have me. You will subscribe to it, good, good, 'tis well, Love hath two chairs of state, heaven and hell: My dear Mounchensey, thou my death shalt rue, Ere to thy heart Milliscent prove untrue. Ostlers, you knaves and commanders, take the horses of the knights and competitors: your honourable hulks have put into harborough, they'll take in fresh water here, and I have provided clean chamberpots. The destinies be most neat Chamberlains to these swaggering Puritans, knights of the subsidy. God a mercy good mine host. Thanks good host Blague. Room for my case of pistols that have Greek and Latin bullets in them, let me cling to your flanks my nimble Gibraltars, and blow wind in your calves to make them swell bigger: Ha, I'll caper in mine own feesimple, away with puntillioes, and Orthography: I serve the good Duke of Norfolk. Bilbo. Tityre tu patulae recubens sub tegmine fagi. Truly mine host, Bilbo, though he be somewhat out of fashion, will be your only blade still I have a villainous sharp stomach to slice a breakfast. Thou shalt have it without any more discontinuance, releases, or atturnment; what? we know our terms of hunting; and the sea-card. And do you serve the good duke of Norfolk still? Still, and still, and still, my soldier of S Quentin's, come, follow me, I have Charles wain below in a but of sack, 'twill glister like your Crabfish. You have fine Scholarlike terms, your Cooper's dictionary is your only book to study in a cellar, a man shall find very strange words in it: come my host, let's serve the good duke of Norfolk. And still, and still, and still my boy I'll serve the good duke of Norfolk. Good Sir Arthur Clare. What Gentleman is that? I know him not. 'tis M. Fabell Sir a Cambridge scholar, My sons dear friend. Sir, I entreat you know me.
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Treason to my hearts truest soueraigne, How soone is loue smothered in foggy gaine? But how shall we preuent this dangerous match? I haue a plot, a tricke, and this it is, Vnder this colour Ile breake off the match; Ile tell the knight that now my minde is changd For marrying of my daughter, for I intend To send her vnto Cheston Nunry. O me accurst! There to become a most religious Nunne. Ile first be buried quicke. To spend her beauty in most priuate prayers. Ile sooner be a sinner in forsaking Mother and father. How dost like my plot? Exceeding well, but is it your intent She shall continue there? Continue there? Ha, ha, that were a iest, You know a virgin may continue there, A twelue moneth and a day onely on triall, There shall my daughter soiourne some three moneths, And in meane time Ile compasse a faire match Twixt youthfull Ierningham, the lusty heire Of Sir Raph Ierningham dwelling in the forrest, I thinke they'le both come hither with Mounchensey. Your care argues the loue you beare our childe, I will subcribe to any thing youle haue me. You will subscribe to it, good, good, tis well, Loue hath two chaires of state, heauen and hell: My deere Mounchensey, thou my death shalt rue, Ere to thy heart Milliscent proue vntrue. Ostlers, you knaues and commanders, take the horses of the knights and competitors: your honourable hulkes haue put into harborough, theile take in fresh water here, and I haue prouided cleane chamber-pots. The destinies be most neate Chamberlaines to these swaggering puritanes, knights of the subsidy. God a mercy good mine host. Thankes good host Blague. Roome for my case of pistolles that haue Greeke and Latine bullets in them, let me cling to your flanks my nimble Giberalters, and blow wind in your calues to make them swell bigger: Ha, Ile caper in mine owne fee-simple, away with puntillioes, and Orthography: I serue the good Duke of Norfolke. Bilbo. Tuere tu patulae recuns sub tegmine fagi. Truely mine host, Bilbo, though he be somewhat out of fashion, will be your one y blade still I haue a villanous sharp stomacke to slice a breakfast. Thou shalt haue it without any more discontinuance, releases, or atturnement; what? we know our termes of hunting; and the sea-card. And doe you serue the good duke of Norfolke still? Still, and still, and still, my souldier of S Quintus, come, follow me, I haue Charles waine below in a but of sacke, t'will glister like your Crabfih. You haue fine Scholler-like tearmes, your Coopers Dixionary is your onely booke to study in a celler, a man shall finde very strange words in it: come my host, lets serue the good duke of Norfolke. And still, and still, and still my boy Ile serue the good duke of Norfolke. Good Sir Arthur Clare. What Gentleman is that? I know him not. Tis M. Fabell Sir a Cambridge scholler, My sonnes deere friend. Sir, I intreat you know me.