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 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
How sweet! I'll be thy votary, we'll often meet, This kiss divides us, and breathes soft adieu, This be a double charme to keepe both true. (ting Haue done your fathers may chance spie your par- Refuse not you by any means good sweetness, To go unto the Nunnery, far from hence, Must we beget your loves sweet happiness, You shall not stay there long, your harder bed, Shall be more soft when Nun and maid are dead. Now sirrah what's the matter? Mary you must to horse presently, that villainous old gouty churl, Sir Richard Clare longs till he be at the nunnery. How sir? O I cry you mercy, he is your father sir indeed; but I am sure that there's less affinity betwixt your two natures, than there is between a broker and a cutpurse. Bring my gelding sirrah. Well nothing grieves me, but for the poor wench, she must now cry vale to Lobster pies, artichokes, and all such meats of mortality; poor gentlewoman, the sign must not be in virgo any longer with her, and that me grieves full well. Poor Milliscent Must pray and repent: O fatal wonder! she'll now be no fatter, Love must not come at her, Yet she shall be kept under. Farewell dear Raymond. Friend adieu. Dear sweet. No joy enjoys my heart till we next meet. Well Raymond now the tide of discontent, Beats in thy face, but ere't be long the wind, Shall turn the flood, we must to Waltham abbey, And as fair Milliscent in Cheshunt lives, A most unwilling Nun, so thou shalt there Become a beardless Novice, to what end Let time and future accidents declare: Taste thou my slights, thy love i'll only share. Turn friar? come my good counsellor let's go, Yet that disguise will hardly shroud my woe. Madam; The love unto this holy sisterhood, And our confirmed opinion of your zeal Hath truly won us to bestow our Child, Rather on this than any neighbouring Cell. Jesus' daughter Mary's child, Holy matron woman mild, For thee a mass shall still be said, Every sister drop a bead. And those again succeeding them For you shall sing a Requiem. The wench is gone Harry, she is no more a woman of this world, mark her well, she looks like a Nun already, what thinkst on her? By my faith her face comes handsomely to't But peace let's hear the rest. Madam for a twelvemonth's approbation, we mean to make this trial of our child. Your care and our dear blessing in mean time, we pray may prosper this intended work. May your happy soul be blithe, That so truly pay your tithe. He who many children gave, 'tis fit that he one child should have. Then fair virgin hear my spell, For I must your duty tell. Good men and true, stand together and hear your charge.
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How sweete! Ile be thy votary, weele often meete, This kisse diuides vs, and breathes soft adiew, This be a double charme to keepe both true. (ting Haue done your fathers may chance spie your par- Refuse not you by any meanes good sweetnes, To goe vnto the Nunnery, farre from hence, Must wee beget your loues sweete happines, You shall not stay there long, your harder bed, Shall be more soft when Nun and maide are dead. Now sirra what's the matter? Mary you must to horse presently, that villanous old gowty churle, Sir Richard Clare longs till he bee at the Nunry. How sir? O I cry you mercy, he is your father sir indeed; but I am sure that theres lesse affinitie betwixt your two natures, then there is betweene a broker and a cutpurse. Bring my gelding sirra. Wel nothing greeues me, but for the poore wench, she must now cry vale to Lobster pies, hartichokes, and all such meates of mortalitie; poore gentlewoman, the signe must not be in virgo any longer with her, and that me grieues full well. Poore Milliscent Must pray and repent: O fatalle wonder! Sheele now be no fatter, Loue must not come at her, Yet she shall be keept vnder. Farwell deere Raymond. Friend adew. Deere sweete. No ioy enioyes my hearte till wee next meete. Well Raymond now the tide of discontent, Beats in thy face, but er't belong the wind, Shall turne the flood, wee must to Waltham abby, And as faire Milliscent in Cheston liues, A most vnwilling Nun, so thou shalt there Become a beardles Nouice, to what end Let time and future accidents declare: Tast thou my slights, thy loue ile onely shae. Turne frier? come my good Counseller lets goe, Yet that disguise will hardly shrowd my woe. Madam; The loue vnto this holy sisterhood, And our confirmd opinion of your zeale Hath truely wonne vs to bestow our Childe, Rather on this then any neighbouring Cell. Ihesus daughter Maries childe, Holy matron woman milde, For thee a masse shall still be sayd, Euery sister drop a bead. And those againe succeeding them For you shall riug a Requiem. The wench is gone Harry, she is no more a woman of this world, marke her well, shee lookes like a Nun already, what thinkst on her? By my faith her face comes handsomly to't But peace lets heare the rest. Madam for a tweluemonths approbation, Wee meane to make this triall of our childe. Your care and our deere blessing in meane time, Wee pray may prosper this intended worke. May your happy soule be blithe, That so truely pay your tithe. He who many children gaue, Tis fit that he one child should haue. Then faire virgin heare my spell, For I must your duty tell. Good men and true, stand together and heare your charge.