Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I am wronged, and to this company, I make it known by coming of thy daughter: Is my son made her indored husband, shall I Suffer it, call you this courtesy, 'tis simple craft? Cloaked under thy denial, is this well to engraft with us unknown, and so to join younkers to heirs, he is my only all, and married unto thy daughter? Ha, Married? Nurse, how is't within? she's very ill sir, and I fear. That your disguise is known, come juggle not, call you this Nurse? O thou dissembling boy. Are you married? Sir I must needs confess it, he's my husband, & the reason? No matter for the reason, I ha' done, God boy ye, cony-catched by a trick, and so persuaded, good. I am abused. Yes questionless you are, I have all right. You have no wrong sir, I to affirm your word, When I was woman, and from man I should, and now, I trust my shape does challenge but your promise. I played but Iohn come kiss me now says she, I am Tutch your quondam servant sir, thrust out to thrust them in, a lawful marriage is no mockery sir, I counterfeited welch, to join this constering English. What at a gaze sir William? cannot be recalled. No, no, more mischief, nay come all together, welcome. Thank ye sir. My son returned, surrenders to your doom his life, for yours so lately lost, deputed in your daughter, for she is dead sir, buried in the isle of Scilly. Not amiss, what's the next Pagan? all the craft of this is known. Sir had I too hearts to melt this frozen fear, would thaw with passion, the drops distilled from our tormented brain, witnessed by these sailors that interred her, knows how I parted with her when she died. Is mistress Mary dead? She is. Well, shall I have justice for her death? Command it sir. To prison with him them, for she is murdered, Sir cause you knew your rapine and your theft, tied to your runaway legs that clog, you were uncertain of her portion and our love, therefore to rid that fear, you rid me thus of her (to me) most dear, my own, my only eldest of my daughters, oh. I'll be his bale. Sir tell not me of bale, for my assurance pleads in his life, and he shall die. You have no precedent for that. Yes, remember Donningtons man, Grimes, Who for an heir so stolen and married, Was hanged, and the sergeant at arms For assisting them, did lose his place, If this were done, your theft will hardly scape. I thought of that indeed. Murder, murder, murder. Ha, by whom? By this fair counterfeit of husband, here's my witness, and the deputy in such a mischief. Nay then. My wife is made away, poisoned here, and you that should be just are witnesses. We follow, speak, explain this mystery. Your wife sir.
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I am wrongd, and to this company, I make it knowne by comming of thy daughter: Is my sonne made her indored husband, shall I Suffer it, call you this curtesie, tis simple craft? Cloak't vnder thy denial, is this wel to ingrast with vs vnknowne, and so to ioyne yoners to heirs, he is my onely all, and married vnto thy daughter? Ha, Married? Nurse, how is't within? Shees very ill sir, and I feare. That your disguise is knowne, come iuggle not, call you this Nurse? O thou dissembling boy. Are you maried▪ Sir I must needs confesse it, he's my husband, & the reason? No matter for the reason, I ha done, God boy ye, Conicatcht by a tricke, and so perswaded, good. I am abus'd. Yes questionlesse you are, I haue all right. You haue no wrong sir, I to affirme your word, When I was woman, and from man I should, and now, I trust my shape dos challendge but your promise. I paid but Iohn come kisse me now saies she, I am Tutch your quondam seruant sir, thrust out to thrust them in, a lawfull marriage is no mockery sir, I counterfeited welch, to ioyne this constring English. What at a gaze sir William? cannot be recald. No, no, more mischiefe, nay come all together, welcome. Thanke ye sir. My sonne return'd, surrenders to your doombe his life, for yours so lately lost, deputed in your daughter, for she is dead sir, buried in the ile of Scillie. Not amisse, whats the next Pagan? all the craft of this is knowne. Sir had I too hearts to melt this frozen feare, would thaw with passion, the drops distil'd from our tormē ted braine, witnessed by these sailers that inter'd her, knowes how I parted with her when she dide. Is mistris Mary dead? She is. VVell, shall I haue Iustice for her death? Command it sir. To prison with him them, for she is murdred, Sir cause you knew your rapine and your theft, tied to your runnaway legs that clog, you were vncertaine of her portion and our loue, therefore to rid that feare, you rid me thus of her (to me) most deare, my owne, my onely eldest of my daughters, oh. Ile be his bale. Sir tell not me of bale, for my assurance pleads in his life, and he shall die. You haue no president for that. Yes, remember Donningtons man, Grimes, VVho for an heire so stolne and married, VVas hanged, and the sergeant at armes For assisting them, did loose his place, If this were done, your theft will hardly scape. I thought of that indeede. Murder, murder, murder. Ha, by whom? By this faire counterseit of husband, heres my witnesse, and the deputie in such a mischiefe. Nay then. My wife is made away, poison'd here, and you that should be iust are witnesses. VVe follow, speake, explaine this mystery. Your wife sir.