Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Your lover nightly, as you wish him yearly. In troth in such a sort: As children play with stones, to make them sport. You make me blush Tabitha. At the thing ye wish, Plague on the cat that loves nor milk nor fish. We are all maiden's pictures, fain we would, Yet we cry away away, when away we should. Yet again. Never yet. Ever so when so our matters fit. They are returned, a glove or no. No, but the glove I sought not, I ha' found. Where is't man? You're the glove, which still I seek to wear Make me happy, match it to a pair. Be these for ever matches. How can ye find the glove was never lost? By seeking you that lost not what we find. Indeed a willing loss, is loss of gain, Where loving finders pity losers pain, I will not say, enjoy so much the rather, Because gift giver cries out on the father. But if I durst, I would, till when. unmatch our gloves, each take his own again. It is enacted by the Bride's fair word, Who finds her glove, is this days governor. To manage all our pastimes in the house, And thou art he, the only conqueror, Of prize and honour, then enjoy it. You give and I receive, is this my office? Signed and delivered. I take it on me, music triumphs come, Since fortune cast her favours in my fist, I'll be most prodigal. Yet with modesty I am a Citizen. unlooked for welcome, and unthinking come, To receive honour in a state's man's room. Yet to this presence I will still address, Love, pains and duty in this business. In this is fortune blind, whose deeds are dangers, Giving her graces not to friends but strangers. Prove on my fortunes howsoe'er they stand, I hold my fairest fortune in my hand. The like do I. And all the fairest fortunes I would prove, Is only this, to enjoy my dearest love. The like I wish. All happiness live in thy choice, in hers All mischiefs, horror, les ourself participate in tender of our choice, freely delivered in the fight of heaven. What news? The wedding dinner breathes his last. And we will visit it; on forward there. So fair and fortunate to be thus false, Wedded to two. O you all wondering eyes, Gaze till your fire flame, your eyeballs drop In moist imagination of this act, Before the first be dead to wed a second. o Why writ you dead in your last letters? Sick was I, and no likelihood of life. What then, was that a just excuse To varnish over this base counterfeiting? no, I'll make it known. I care not, I will thus excuse it, All opposite of injury was yours, Putting to test our weakness by your letters, Which carrying credit, woman in her will, Guiltless is causer of this open ill.
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Your louer nightly, as you wish him yearely. In troth in such a sort: As children play with stones, to make them sport. You make me blush Tabitha. At the thing ye wish, Plague on the cat that loues nor milke nor fish. We are all maidens pictures, faine we would, Yet we cry away away, whē away we should. Yet againe. Neuer yet. Euer so when so our matters fit. They are returnd, a gloue or no. No, but the gloue I sought not, I ha found. Where is't man? You'r the gloue, which stil I seeke to weare Make me happy, match it to a paire. Be these for euer matches. How can ye find the gloue was neuer lost? By seeking you that lost not what we find. Indeed a willing losse, is losse of gaine, Where louing finders pitty loosers paine, I will not say, enioy so much the rather, Because gift giuer cries out on the father. But if I durst, I would, till when. Vnmatch our gloues, each take his owne againe. It is inacted by the brides faire word, VVho findes her gloue, is this daies gouernour. To manage all our pastimes in the house, And thou art he, the onely conquerour, Of prize and honour, then enioy it. You giue and I receiue, is this my office? Sign'd and deliuer'd. I take it on me, musicke triumphes come, Since fortune cast her fauours in my fist, Ile be most prodigall. Yet with modesty I am a Cittizen. Vnlook't for welcome, and vnthinking come, To receaue honour in a states mans roome. Yet to this presence I will still addresse, Loue, paines and duetie in this businesse. In this is fortune blind, whose deeds are dangers, Giuing her graces not to friends but strangers. Prooue on my fortunes how so ere they stand, I hold my fairest fortune in my hand. The like doe I. And all the fairest fortunes I would proue, Is onely this, to enioy my dearest loue. The like I wish. All happinesse liue in thy choice, in hers All mischiefs, horrour, les our selfe participate in tender of our choise, freely deliuer'd in the fight of heauen. What newes? The wedding dinner breaths his last. And wee will visite it; on forward there. So faire and fortunate to be thus false, Wedded to two. O you all wondring eies, Gaze till your fire flame, your eie-balles drop In moist imagination of this act, Before the first be dead to wed a second. ô Why writ you dead in your last letters? Sick was I, and no likelihood of life. What then, was that a iust excuse To varnish ouer this base counterfeiting? no, Il'e make it knowne. I care not, I will thus excuse it, All opposite of iniurie was yours, Putting to teast our weakenesse by your letters, VVhich carrying credit, woman in her will, Guiltlesse is causer of this open ill.