Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Be brief good sir: what makes this bold intrusion? Intrude, I do not, for I know the law, It is the rule that squares out all our actions, Those actions bring in coin, coin gets me friends, Your son in law hath law at's fingers ends. My son in law. madam your son in law, Mother I come, (be glad I call you so) To make a gentle breach into your favour, And win your approbation of my choice, Your cherry-ripe sweet daughter (so renowned, For beauty, virtue, and a wealthy dower) I have espoused. How? you espouse my daughter? Noverint universi, the laws of heaven, Of nature, church, and chance, have made her mine, Therefore deliver her by these presents. How's this? made her yours sir? per quam regulam, Nay we are lettered sir, as well as you, Red rationem per quam regulam. Femini judificantur viros: By that same rule these lips have taken season, Tut I do all by Statute law, and reason. Hence you base knave, you pettifogging groom, Clad in old ends, and pieced with Brokery, You wed my daughter? You sir Ambo-dexter, A summoner's son, and learned in Norfolk wiles, Some common bail, or Counter Lawyer, Marry my niece? your half sleeves shall not carry her. These Storms will be dissolved in tears of joy, Mother I doubt it not: justice to you, That jerk at my half sleeves, and yet yourself Do never wear but buckram out of sight, A Flannel waistcoat, or a Canvas truss, A shift of thrift, I use it: let's be friends, You know the law hath tricks, ka me, ka thee, Viderit utilitas, the mott to these half arms, Corpus cum causa needs no bombasting. We wear small hair yet have we tongue and wit, Lawyers close breeched have bodies politic. Speak, answer me sir Iack: stole you my daughter? Short tale to make, I fingered have your daughter, I have ta'en livery and season of the wench, Deliver her then, you know the Statute laws, she's mine without exception, bar or clause: Come, come, restore. The fellow's mad I think, I was not mad before I married, But ipso facto what the act may make me, That know I not. Fellows come in there, By this sir you confess you stole my Niece, And I attach you here of felony: Lay hold on him: I'll make my Mittimus, And send him to the jail; have we no bar Nor clause to hamper you, away with him, Those claws shall claw you to a bar of shame, Where thou shalt show thy Goll, I'll bar your claim, If I be justice Tutchin. Hands off you slaves, Oh! favour my jerkin, though you tear my flesh, I set more store by that: my Audita Querela shall be heard, and with a Certiorare I'll fetch her from you with a pox.
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Be briefe good sir: what makes this bold intrusion? Intrude, I do not, for I know the lawe, It is the rule that squares out all our actions, Those actions bring in coyne, coyne gets me friends, Your sonne in law hath law at's fingers ends. My sonne in law. Madame your sonne in law, Mother I come, (be glad I call you so) To make a gentle breach into your fauour, And win your approbation of my choice, Your cherry-ripe sweet daughter (so renownd, For beauty, vertue, and a wealthy dowre) I haue espousd. How? you espouse my daughter? Nouerint vniuersi, the lawes of heauen, Of nature, church, and chance, haue made her mine, Therefore deliuer her by these presents. How's this? made her yours sir? per quam regulam, Nay we are letter'd sir, as well as you, Redde rationem per quam regulam. Femini Iudificantur viros: By that same rule these lips haue taken season, Tut I do all by Statute law, and reason. Hence you base knaue, you petty-fogging groome, Clad in old ends, and peec'd with Brokery, You wed my daughter? You sir Ambo-dexter, A Sumners sonne, and learn't in Norfolke wiles, Some common baile, or Counter Lawyer, Marry my neece? your halfe sleeues shall not carry her. These Stormes will be dissolu'd in teares of ioy, Mother I doubt it not: Iustice to you, That ierke at my halfe sleeues, and yet your selfe Doe neuer weare but Buckerom out of sight, A Flannell wast-coate, or a Canuas Trusse, A shift of thrift, I vse it: let's be friends, You know the law hath tricks, ka me, ka thee, Viderit vtilitas, the mott to these halfe armes, Corpus cum causa needs no bumbasting. We weare small hayre yet haue we tongue and wit, Lawyers close breech't haue bodies pollitick. Speake, answer me sir Iack: stole you my daughter? Short tale to make, I fingered haue your daughter, I haue tane liuery and season of the wench, Deliuer her then, you know the Statute lawes, Shee's mine without exception, barre or clause: Come, come, restore. The fellow's mad I thinke, I was not mad before I married, But ipso facto what the act may make me, That know I not. Fellows come in there, By this sir you confesse you stole my Nee, And I attach you heere of fellony: Lay hold on him: Ile make my Mittimus, And send him to the Iayle; haue we no barre Nor clause to hamper you, away with him, Those clawes shall claw you to a barre of shame, Where thou shalt shew thy Goll, Ile barre your claime, If I be Iustice Tutchin. Hands off you slaues, Oh! fauour my Ierkin, though you teare my flesh, I set more store by that: my Audita Querela shall be heard, and with a Certiorare Ile fetch her from you with a pox.