Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
myself am he, might I but dare aspire Unto so high a Fortune. Mistress, take the man, Shall we be baffled with fair promises, Or shall we trudge, like beggars back again, No, take this wise and virtuous man, Who should a lose his legs, his arms, his ears, His nose, and all his other members, Yer if his tongue be left 'twill get his living, Take me this man. Thanks gentle master Beard. 'Tis impossible, this night he means to wed me. If not by law, we will with power prevent it, So you but give consent. Let's here the means. I'll muster up my friends, and thus I cast it, Whilst they are busy, you and I will hence Directly to a Chapel, where a Priest Shall knit the nuptial knot ere they pursue us. O rare invention, I'll act my part, A owes me thirteen pound, I say no more, But there be catchpoles: speakest a match. I give my liking. Dash. Sir. Get your sword And me my buckler, nay you shall know We are Tam marti quam mercurio, Bring my cloak, you shall thither, I'll for friends, Worship and wealth the lawyer's state attends. Dash, we must bear some brain, to Saint John's street, Go run, fly: and afar off inquire, If that the Lady Somerfield be there, If there, know what news, and meet me strait At the mitre door in Fleetstreet, away, " To get rich wives, men must not use delay. A hunting Sir Oliver and dry-foot to, We old men have our crotchets, our conundrums, Our fegaries, quirks and quibibles, As well as youth, justice Tutchim I go To hunt no Buck, but prick a lusty do, I go in truth a-wooing. Then ride with me, I'll bring you to my sister Somerfield. justice not so: by her there hangs a Tale. That's true indeed. She has a daughter. And what of that. I likewise have a son, A villainous Boy, his father up and down, What should I say, these Velvet bearded boys, Will still be doing, say what we old men can, And what of this Sir Oliver, be plain, A nimble spirited knave, the villain boy, Has one trick of his sire, has got the wench. Stolen your rich sister's heir. Somerfield's heir, Has done the deed, has pierced the vessels head, And knows by this the vintage. when should this be, As I am by my council well informed, This very day, Tut It cannot be, Some ten miles hence I saw the maid last night. Maids may be maids tonight and not tomorrow. Women are free and sell their maidenheads, As men sell cloth, by yard and handful, But if you chance to see your Sister widow, Comfort her tears and say her daughters matched, With one that has a knocker to his Father, An honest Noble Knight.
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My selfe am he, might I but dare aspyre Vnto so high a Fortune. Mistrisse, take the man, Shall we be baffled with faire promises, Or shall we trudge, like beggers back againe, No, take this wise and vertuous man, Who should a lose his legges, his armes, his eares, His nose, and all his other members, Yer if his tongue be left 'twill get his liuing, Take me this man. Thankes gentle maister Beard. 'Tis impossible, this night he meanes to wed mee. If not by law, we will with power preuent it, So you but giue consent. Lets heere the meanes. Ile muster vp my friends, and thus I cast it, Whilst they are busie, you and I will hence Directly to a Chappell, where a Priest Shall knit the nuptiall knot ere they persue vs. O rare inuention, Ile act my part, A owes mee thirteene pound, I say no more, But there be catch-poles: speakest a match. I giue my liking. Dash. Sir. Get your sword And me my buckler, nay you shall know We are Tam marti quam mercurio, Bring my cloake, you shall thether, Ile for friends, Worship and wealth the Lawyers state attends. Dash, we must beare some braine, to Saint Iohns streete, Goe runne, flye: and a farre off enquire, If that the Lady Somerfield be there, If there, know what newes, and meete me straite At the Myer doore in Fleet-streete, away, "To get rich wiues, men must not vse delay. A hunting Sir Oliuer and drye-foote to, We old men haue our cretchets, our conundrums, Our fegares, quirks and quibibles, As well as youth, Iustice Tutchim I goe To hunt no Buck, but prick a lusty Doe, I go in truth a wooing. Then ide with me, Ile bring you to my sister Somerfield. Iustice not so: by her there hangs a Tale. That's true indeed. She ha's a daughter. And what of that. I likewise haue a sonne, A villanous Boy, his father vp and downe, What should I say, these Veluet bearded boyes, Will still be doing, say what we old men can, And what of this Sir Oliuer, be plaine, A nimble spirited knaue, the villaine boy, Has one tricke of his sier, has got the wench. Stolne your ritch Sisters heire. Somer-fields heire, Has done the deed, has peirst the vessells head, And knowes by this the vintage. when should this be, As I am by my councell well informed, This very day, Tut It cannot be, Some ten miles hence I saw the maid last night. Maides may be maides to night and not to morrow. Women are free and sell their maiden-heads, As men sell cloth, by yard and handfull, But if you chaunce to see your Sister widdow, Comfort her teares and say her daughters matcht, With one that has a knocker to his Father, An honest Noble Knight.