Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.71 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Strow, strew. The muscadine stays for the bride at Church, The Priest and Hymen's ceremonies tend To make them man and wife. By my maidenhead a joyful time, i'll pave their Way with flowers. While I perfume. Some say this widow's rich. I will not say as poor as Iob, but as bare as Ianuary, when the trees look like a girl, whose colour comes and goes as frost does in the milk. 'twas wont to be a rich widow and a poor knight, but now false, a knight rich and the widow poor. however honour is most rich, no matter who is poor. I would my fortune were no worse Thine may be better. So much if't be thy will, if ever knight were guled, be it in me, in me I pray. What are the waits of London come? Yes sir. Play in their highest key then. sound hautboys. Make the God's dance, cause Jovial mirth Music in heaven for this earths marriage Is a triumphant concord to us all, To me 'tis sealed by promise for his daughter, Who in our blood shall sympathize, says I, She shall be ours, bedded, although some Menace a rivalship, yet the sure card Gives the trick ours, and we shall win, Since in my mother it doth first begin. Good morrow sir. A good one to thyself, to us 'tis seasoned, A marriage sir? I and a good one friend. Because 'tis rich. Good reach at stars, i'faith 'tis true. In whom sit, if I may be bold. A knight of More-clack to a London widow. My burdened soul says I, a Knight of More-clack to the widow Humil, just, 'tis she, By this the blessing of the holy rights, Relishes in them, they are married, at least Fair for it, I must witness to't, farewell. How ignorance pleads nonage, in his eye He knows me not, 'tis not the lions kind, Whose nature challenges right property. Of perfect being, if it were, Humil would Humil know, that him begot, To be what now he is married again, And her first husband living, blame her not, 'tis my own project, thank my letters, That falsified our deaths black funeral, Into her mournful hearing, follow it, Think on thy soul, divide that bitter band, Knit by the closure of a mutual hand. I rest ye sir. At whose suit Wat? At the bridegrooms, i'll not afoot further till I have eased my shoulders. No nor I, we are asses right, we carry provender, but are not the better for't. As how? thou'lt not believe breads bread, till it be tasted, I say to thee, in this trunk is provender. be an ass till thou prove it. Here's money which will buy it. O by a figure, I say to thee thou art an ass. How? By thy burden. No otherwise, that's not so good. Because thou hast ears. Are all asses that have ears?
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STrow, Strow. The Muskadine stayes for the bride at Church, The Priest and himens cerimonies tend To make them man and wife. By my maiden-head a ioyfull time, ile paue their Way with flowers. While I perfume. Some say this widdow's rich. I will not say as poore as Iob, but as bare as Ianuary, when the trees looke like a girle, whose coulour comes and goes as frost doos in the milke. Twas wont to be a rich widdow and a poore knight, but now false, a knight rich and the widdow poore. How euer honour is most rich, no matter who is poore. I would my fortune were no worse Thine may be better. So much if't be thy wil, if euer knight were gul'd, be it in me, in me I pray. What are the waits of London come? Yes sir. Play in their highest key then. sound Hoboyes. Make the Gods daunce▪ cause Ioniall mirth Musike in heauen for this earthes marriage Is a triumphant concord to vs all, To me tis seald by promise for his daughter, Who in our blood shall simpathize, sayes I, She shall be ours, bedded, although some Mennace a riualship, yet the sure card Giues the trick ours, and we shall winne, Since in my mother it doth first beginne. Good morrow sir. A good one to thy selfe, to vs tis seasond, A marriage sir? I and a good one friend. Because tis rich. Good reach at starres, y'faith tis true. In whom sit, if I may be bold. A knight of More-clack to a London widow. My burdned soule saies I, a Knight of Moreclack to the widow Humil, iust, tis she, By this the blessing of the holy rights, Rellishes in them, they are married, at least Faire for it, I must witnesse to't, fare-well. How ignorance pleades nonage, in his eie He knowes me not, tis not the Lyons kinde, Whose nature challenges right property. Of perfect being, if it were, Humil would Humill know, that him begot, To be what now he is married againe, And her first husband liuing, blame her not, Tis my owne proiect, thanke my letters, That falsifide our deaths black funerall, Into her mornefull hearing, follow it, Thinke on thy soule, diuide that bitter band, Knit by the closure of a mutuall hand. I rest ye sir. At whose suit Wat? At the bridegroomes, ile not a foot further till I haue eaz'd my shoulders. No nor I, we are asses right, we carry prouender, but are not the better for't. As how? Thou't not beleeue breads bread, till it be tasted, I say to thee, in this trunk is prouender. be an asse till thou proue it. Heres money which will buy it. O by a figure, I say to thee thou art an asse. How? By thy burthen. No otherwise, thats not so good. Because thou hast eares. Are all asses that haue eares?