The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 44 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I talk no more, than I know how to finish, My fortunes else are his that dares stake with me, The poor young Gentleman I love and pity: And to keep shame from him, (because the spring Of his affection was my daughter's first, Till his frown blasted all,) do but estate him In those possessions, which your love and care Once pointed out for him, that he may have room, To entertain fortunes of noble birth, Where now his desperate wants casts him upon her: And if I do not for his own sake chiefly, Rid him of this disease, that now grows on him, I'll forfeit my whole state, before these Gentlemen. Troth but you shall not undertake such matches, we'll persuade so much with you. here's my ring, He will believe this token: fore these Gentlemen, I will confirm it fully: all those lands, My first love lotted him, he shall straight possess In that refusal. If I change it not, change me into a beggar. Are you mad sir? 'Tis done. Will you undo yourself by doing, And show a prodigal trick in your old days? 'Tis a match Gentlemen. ay, ay, sir I. I ask no favour; trust to you for none, My hope rests in the goodness of your son. He holds it up well yet. Of an old knight i'faith. Cursed be the time, I laid his first love barren, Wilfully barren, that before this hour Had sprung forth fruits, of comfort and of honour; He loved a virtuous Gentlewoman. Life, here's Moll. Iack. How dost thou Jack? How dost thou Gallant? Impudence, where's my son? Weakensse, go look him. Is this your wedding gown? The man talks monthly: Hot broth and a dark chamber for the knight, I see he'll be stark mad at our next meeting. Why sir, take comfort now, there's no such matter, No Priest will marry her, sir, for a woman, Whiles that shape's on, and it was never known, Two men were married and conjoined in one: Your son hath made some shift to love another. whate'er' she be, she has my blessing with her, May they be rich, and fruitful, and receive Like comfort to their issue, as I take in them, Has pleased me now, marrying not this, Through a whole world he could not choose amiss. Glad you're so penitent, for your former sin sir. Say he should take a wench with her smock-dowry, No portion with her, but her lips and arms? Why? who thrive better sir? they have most blessing, Though other have more wealth, and least repent, Many that want most, know the most content. Say he should marry a kind youthful sinner. Age will quench that, any offence but theft and drun- Nothing but death can wipe away. (kennesse, There sins are green, even when there heads are grey, Nay I despair not now, my heart's cheered Gentlemen, No face can come unfortunately to me, Now sir, your news?
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I talke no more, then I know how to finish, My fortunes else are his that dares stake with me, The poore young Gentleman I loue and pitty: And to keepe shame from him, (because the spring Of his affection was my daughters first, Till his frowne blasted all,) do but estate him In those possessions, which your loue and care Once pointed out for him, that he may haue roome, To entertaine fortunes of noble birth, Where now his desperate wants casts him vpon her: And if I do not for his owne sake chiefly, Rid him of this disease, that now growes on him, I'le forfeit my whole state, before these Gentlemen. Troth but you shall not vndertake such matches, Wee'l perswade so much with you. Heere's my ring, He will beleeue this token: fore these Gentlemen, I will confirme it fully: all those lands, My first loue lotted him, he shall straight possesse In that refusall. If I change it not, change mee into a beggar. Are you mad sir? 'Tis done. Will you vndoe your selfe by doing, And shewe a prodigall tricke in your old daies? 'Tis a match Gentlemen. I, I, sir I. I akse no fauour; trust to you for none, My hope rests in the goodnesse of your son. Hee holds it vp well yet. Of an old knight i'faith. Curst be the time, I laid his first loue barren, Wilfully barren, that before this houre Had sprung forth friutes, of comfort and of honour; He lou'd a vertuous Gentlewoman. Life, heere's Mol. Iack. How dost thou Iacke? How dost thou Gallant? Impudence, where's my sonne? Weakensse, go looke him. Is this your wedding gowne? The man talkes monthly: Hot broth and a darke chamber for the knight, I see hee'l be starke mad at our next meeting. Why sir, take comfort now, there's no such matter, No Priest will marry her, sir, for a woman, Whiles that shape's on, and it was neuer knowne, Two men were married and conioyn'd in one: Your sonne hath made some shift to loue another. What ere' she be, she has my blessing with her, May they be rich, and fruitfull, and receiue Like comfort to their issue, as I take in them, Ha's pleas'd me now, marrying not this, Through a whole world he could not chuse amisse. Glad y'are so penitent, for your former sinne sir. Say he should take a wench with her smocke-dowry, No portion with her, but her lips and armes? Why? who thriue better sir? they haue most blessing, Though other haue more wealth, and least repent, Many that want most, know the most content. Say he should marry a kind youthfull sinner. Age will quench that, any offence but theft and drun- Nothing but death can wipe away. (kennesse, There sinnes are greene, euen when there heads are gray, Nay I dispaire not now, my heart's cheer'd Gentlemen, No face can come vnfortunately to me, Now sir, your newes?