Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.87 · 544 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Thart quite wide, A marigold doth open wide all day, And shuts most close at night; I hope thou know'st, All wenches do the contrary: but sirrah, How does thy Uncle the old Doctor, Dost think he'll be a Bishop? O questionless, For has got him a young wife, and carried her, To Court already: but now I prithee say, Why will the widow wed so old a knight, Why for his riches. For riches only, Why riches cannot give her her delight, Riches I hope can soon procure her one Shall give her her delight that's the Devil, That's it i'faith makes us waiting gentlewomen Live maids so long. Think you so. Yes in faith, Married women quite have spoiled the market, By having secret friends besides their husbands, For if these married wives would be content To have but one a piece I think in troth, There would be doings enough for us all, And till we get an act of parliament, For that our states are desperate. Come straw a piece. So ho ho, Master. Boy, Introth I thought you'd been more fast asleep, Than a midwife or a Puritan tailor, At a Sunday evenings Lecture, but sir Why do you rise so soon? To see the widow, The weaker you, you are forbid a widow, And 'tis the first thing you will fall into. methinks a young clear skinned country Gentlewoman, That never saw Baboons, lions, or Courtiers, Might prove a handsome wife, or what do you say To a citizen's daughter, that never was in love With a Player, that never learned to dance, That never dwelled near any Inn a Court, Might not she in time prove an honest wife? Faith take a maid, and leave the widow, Master Of all meats I love not a gaping Oyster, God speed your works fair maids. You much mistake, 'tis no work. What then. A preparation To a work sir. What work sweet Ladies? Why to a marriage? that's a work I think, How? a preparation to a marriage, Of whom kind maids, of whom? And why kind maids? I hope you have had no kindness at our hand, To make you say so: but sir understand, That Sir Oliver Small-shank the noble Knight, And mistress Tafata the rich widow, Must this day be coupled, conjoined, Married, espoused, wedded, contracted, Or as the Puritan says, put together, And so sir, to the shifting of our clean smocks, we leave you. Married, and today, Dissension, jealousy, hate, beggary, With all the dire events which breed dislike In nuptial beds, attend her bridal steps, Can vows and oaths, with such protesting action, As if their hearts were spit forth with their words, As if their souls were darted through their eyes, Be of no more validity with women? Have I for her contemned my fixed fate. Neglected my fair hopes, and scorned the love Of beauteous, virtuous, and honoured Constantia. Now works it with my wish: my hopes are full. And I engaged my worth and ventured life On yonder buffoon face, to have men scorn, And point at my disgrace: first will I leave to live: There take my purse, live thou to better fate. Better thus die, then live unfortunate.
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Thart quite wide, A marigold doth open wide all day, And shuts most close at night; I hope thou knowst, All wenches doe the contrary: but sirra, How does thy Vncle the old Doctor, Dost thinke heele be a Bishop? O questionlesse, For has got him a young wife, and carried her, To Court already: but now I prethee say, Why will the widdow wedd so old a knight, Why for his riches. For riches onely, Why riches cannot giue her her delight, Ritches I hope can soone procure her one Shall giue her her delight thats the Diuell, Thats it ifaith makes vs waiting gentlewomen Liue maides so long. Thinke you so. Yes infaith, Married women quite haue spoyled the market, By hauing secret friends besides their husbands, For if these married wiues would be content To haue but one a peece I thinke in troth, There would be doings enough for vs all, And till we get an act of parliament, For that our states are desperate. Come straw a peece. So ho ho, Maister. Boy, Introth I thought y'ad beene more fast asleepe, Then a midwife or a Puritane Taylor, At a sonday euenings Lecture, but sir Why do you rise so soone? To see the widdow, The weaker you, you are forbid a widdow, And 'tis the first thing you will fall into. Me thinkes a young cleere skind country Gentlewoman, That neuer saw Babounes, Lyons, or Courtiers, Might prooue a handsome wife, or what do you say To a Citizens daughter, that neuer was in loue With a Player, that neuer learnt to daunce, That neuer dwelt neere any Inne a Court, Might not she in time prooue an honest wife? Faith take a maide, and leaue the widdow, Maister Of all meates I loue not a gaping Oyster, God speed your workes faire maides. You much mistake, Tis no worke. What then. A preparation To a worke sir. What worke sweet Ladies? Why to a mariage? thats a worke I thinke, How? a preparation to a mariage, Of whom kind maids, of whom? And why kind maids? I hope you haue had no kindnesse at our hand, To make you say so: but sir vnderstand, That Sir Oliuer Smal-shanke the noble Knight, And mistresse Tafata the rich widdow, Must this day be coupled, conioyned, Married, espoused, wedded, contracted, Or as the Puritaine sayes, put together, And so sir, to the shifting of our cleane smocks, Wee leaue you. Married, and to day, Dissention, Iealousie, hate, beggery, With all the dire euents which breed dislike In nuptiall beds, attend her bridall steps, Can vowes and oathes, with such protesting action, As if their hearts were spit forth with their words, As if their soules were darted through their eyes, Be of no more validity with women? Haue I for her contem'd my fixed fate. Neglected my faire hopes, and scorn'd the loue Of beautious, vertuous, and honor'd Constantia. Now workes it with my wish: my hopes are full. And I ingag'd my worth and ventur'd life On yonder buffolne face, to haue men scorne, And poynt at my disgrace: first will I leaue to liue: There take my purse, liue thou to better fate. Better thus die, then liue vnfortunate.