Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.86 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Have they been fair? what fairer than they are? Why 'tis not possible, this heavenly fair Hath only in itself beauties exceed, O then rich, fair, and only selves exceed. Come daughters, and come shepherds, if you please, I'll lead you to the lodge of little ease, Where I will feast you with what cheer I may, Grief shall turn mirth, and keep high holiday. A word with you, you mean to marry these wenches, We do. And are going to contract yourselves. We are. And what say you to this? God speed you: I would have you marry on saint Luke's day. Why? Because I would offer at your wedding. Come, thouart all envy, feed upon thy hate, This day our quest of love shall terminate. Not if I live, this malady of love, is grown so strong, it will not be driven out. To see the folly of a doting father; What toil I had to fashion them to love, And how 'tis doubled to misfashion them. They shall not wed, yet how shall I prevent it? Fearing th'event I have forethought a means, And here it lies, swaggering becomes not age, Now like the Fox, i'll go a pilgrimage. Frolic my boys, I come to mar your sport, Your Country music must not play at Court. But first, i'll write back to Hortensio For apprehension of young Aspero: They have not yet dined, i'll bid myself their guest Religion beg? a fashion in request. Art sure she hates me boy. More than her death, I have been in her bosom sir, and this day she intends your execution. My execution! the reason of her hate? Her humour, nothing but a kind of strange cross humour in that you rejected her love. That's not capital. Not to cross a great ones humour? no treason more: great personages humours are Puritans, they'll as live endure the devil as soon as a cross, and can away with him better. I will submit, ask pardon on my knee. Is your proud humour come down i'faith, your high humour that would not stoop an inch of the knees; I'll help't up again, and't be but to uphold the jest; I must bring her as low ere I have done; O base, I would rather lay my neck under the Axe of her hate, than my sport under the feet of her humour; but be counselled, i'll teach you to prevent both, & perchance make her upstart humour stoop gallant too. I'll hold thee my best jewel and thou dost. And pawn me as poor Lords do their jewels too, will you not? receive me; you shall counterfeit yourself dead. The life of that jest. It may be she dissembles all this while, loves you, and puts on this show of hate of purpose to humble you: she may, and I believe— What?
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Haue they bin faire? what fayrer then they are? VVhy tis not poſſible, this heauenly faire Hath only in it ſelfe beauties exceed, O then rich, fayre, and onely ſelues exceed. Come daughters, and come ſhepheards, if you pleaſe, Ile leade you to the lodge of little eaſe, Where I will feaſt you with what cheere I may, Griefe ſhall turne mirth, and keepe high holliday. A word with you, you meane to marry theſe wenches, VVe doe. And are going to contract your ſelues. VVe are. And what ſay you to this? God ſpeede you: I would haue you marry on ſaint Lukes day. VVhy? Becauſe J would offer at your wedding. Come, th'art all enuy, feed vpon thy hate, This day our queſt of loue ſhall terminate. Not if I liue, this maladie of loue, Js grown ſo ſtrong, it will not be driuen out. To ſee the folly of a doating father; What toyle I had to faſhion them to loue, And how tis doubled to misfaſhion them. They ſhall not wed, yet how ſhall J preuent it? Fearing th'euent I haue forethought a meanes, And here it lies, ſwaggering becomes not age, Now like the Fox, ile goe a pilgrimage. Frollick my boyes, I come to mar your ſport, Your Country muſicke muſt not play at Court. But firſt, ile write back to Hortenſio For apprehenſion of yong Aſpero: They haue not yet dynde, ile bid my ſelfe their gueſt Religion beg? a faſhion in requeſt. Art ſure ſhe hates me boy. More then hir death, J haue bin in hir boſome ſir, and this day ſhe intends your execution. My execution! the reaſon of hir hate? Hir humour, nothing but a kind of ſtrange croſſe humor in that you reiected hir loue. Thats not capitall. Not to croſſe a great ones humour? no treaſon more▪ great perſonages humours are puritanes, thei'l as liue indure the diuel as ſoone as a croſſe, and can away with him better. I will ſubmit, aske pardon on my knee. Is your proud humour come down ifaith, your high humor that would not ſtoop an ynch of the knees; ile help't vp againe, and't be but to vphold the ieaſt; I muſt bring her as low ere I haue done; O baſe, J woulde rather lay my necke vnder the Axe of her hate, then my ſporte vnder the feete of hir humor; but be counſelld, ile teach you to preuent both, & perchance make her vpſtart humor ſtoope gallant too. Ile hold thee my beſt iewell and thou doſt. And pawne me as poore Lords do their iewells too, will you not? receiue me; you ſhall counterfet your ſelfe dead. The life of that ieaſt. It may be ſhe diſſembles all this while, loues you, and puts on this ſhew of hate of purpoſe to humble you: ſhe may, and I beleeue— What?