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 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Should I go home without it? whose fool now? Who toll the bell for Iohn? I know not, When dide a? e'en now, Hoo jack ho, My Nurse's chicken. Ha, ha, ha. A silly ignorant, is a ever so? Never otherwise, a cleanly Idiot, what's put on him in his morning ries, is as you see it. This old woman is his Nurse. So please your honour you are sent for to the Court, The Court goes from Richmond to Whitehall. We will attend her, kind sir William Vergir. Our times bridegroom to yourself and you. We wish as we have ever done, all love, And for our present entertainment rest indebted to your bounty, if a court's amends have in it power of satisfaction, you command it, this acknowledged ever, your poor acquaintance but an honourable friend. We will attend your coach. Sir, be mindful of our servant Filbon. What wants in him to weigh down love with gold, Our savours shall supply. 'tis a light weight, their portions if they, poise no better, will to the world's belief, grow less not greater, but let them pass, I weigh them as they are. Come Nurse, follow us Iohn. Wipe your nose, fie a sloven still, look ye be mannerly, hold up your chin, let me see ye make your holiday leg, so my chucking, that's a good lamb, do not cry for any thing, Iohn if ye do. No Nurse, grace a God, Grace a Queen. Shriek no more in my ear, I prithee peace, I grant I made such promise: but what then, shall I for that so set her on the rack, when her fair fortunes look a better way, with the small proffer of your giddy son, no: you shall pardon me. You'll let me have my jointure yet. Yes that, three hundred by the year t's thine, But for your son to wed my eldest daughter. Why, he doth merit her in my accord, and 'tis no wrong in you, to dip her blood in the self die that we are in. I grant his merit, but her shining value made golden glittering, by my wantings looks to a higher promintoria, from which four, when your son gazes, it affrights him, yields him planet stroke. He shall not have her then. Believe it wife. He shall. Ha. I will not bed with you till then. What? I ha' said it, and when posture of our word takes his base being, I will die the death, into our wedding sheets shall mischief come, before my body break your word with me, even on your wedding day. Nay then up with the lists, again it shall not be. I care not, think you I do, keep your word in that, when I break mine. No more, be stranger to my bed, do do. Have I of nothing made thee much and wilt thou—
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Should I goe home without it? whose foole now? Who toles the bell for Iohn? I know not, When dide a? Ene now, Hoo Iacke hoo, My Nurses chickin. Ha, ha, ha. A silly ignorant, is a euer so? Neuer otherwise, a cleanly Idiot, what's put on him in his morning ries, is as you see it. This old woman is his Nurse. So please your honour you are sent for to the Court, The Court goes from Richmond to White-hall. We will attend her, kind sir William Vergir. Our times bride-groome to your selfe and you. We wish as we haue euer done, all loue, And for our present entertainement rest indebted to your bounty, if a Courts amends haue in it power of satisfaction, you command it, this acknowledg'd euer, your poore acquaintance but an honourable friend. We will attend your coach. Sir, be mindfull of our seruant Filbon. What wants in him to weie downe loue with gold, Our sauours shall supply. Tis a light weight, their portions if they, poize no better, will to the worlds beleefe, grow lesse not greater, but let them passe, I weie them as they are. Come Nurse, follow vs Iohn. Wipe your nose, fie a slouen still, looke ye be mannerly, hold vp your chinne, let me see ye make your holiday legge, so my chucking, that's a good lambe, do not cry for any thing, Iohn if ye doe. No Nurse, grace a God, Grace a Queene. Shreeke no more in my eare, I pre-thee peace, I graunt I made such promise: but what then, shall I for that so set her on the racke, when her faire fortunes looke a better way, with the small proffer of your giddie sonne, no: you shall pardon me. Youle let me haue my ioynter yet. Yes that, three hundred by the yeare ti's thine, But for your sonne to wed my eldest daughter. VVhy, he doth merit her in my accord, and tis no wrong in you, to dip her blood in the selfe dye that wee are in. I grant his merit, but her shining value made golden glittering, by my vantings lookes to a higher promintoria, from which fower, when your sonne gazes, it affrights him, yeelds him plannet stroke. He shall not haue her then. Beleeue it wife. He shall. Ha. I will not bed with you till then. What? I ha said it, and when posture of our word takes his bace beeing, I will die the death, into our wedding sheetes shall mischiefe come, before my bodie breake your word with me, euen on your wedding day. Nay then vp with the lists, againe it shall not be. I care not, thinke you I doe, keepe your word in that, when I breake mine. No more, be stranger to my bed, doe doe. Haue I of nothing made thee much and wilt thou—