Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.84 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Good-morrow to no living thing but one, And that is Nevill: Oh, the Vows, the Vows, The protestations and becoming Oaths Which she has uttered to me, so sweet, so many, As if she had been covetous, not to leave One word for other Lovers, which I pitied. She said indeed I did deserve 'em all; Her lips made swearings sound of piety. So sweet and prettily they came from her: And yet this Morn she's married to a Lord. Lord, Lord, how often has she kissed this hand, Lost herself in my eyes, played with my have, And made me (a sin I am not, subject too) Go away proved, improved by her favours, And yet this Morn she's married to a Lord. The Bells were ringing as I came along. Yes Sir, 'tis for the great Marriage twixt Pray hold there, I know it too well. The Tokens and the Letters I have still: The dangers I have passed for her dear sake, By day and night to satisfy her wishes; That Letter I so lately did receive, And yet this Morn she's married to a Lord: Oh memory, thou blessing to all men, Thou art my curse and cause of misery, That tell'st me what I have been in her eyes, and what I am: as it is impossible To find one good in the whole word of women: But how I lose myself, and the remembrance Of my dear friend, who said he would meet me here. What is this Priest that walks before the Church? Why walk you here so early, Sir? I am appointed, Here to attend the coming of the Brides, Old Sir Iohn Worldly's Daughters. Are there two? Yes Sir, the eldest marries Count Frederick. Oh.. The middlemost wears willow for his sake, The youngest marries the rich Merchant Strange. He is right worthy, and my well known friend. But Parson, if you marry Bellafront, The horror of thy Conscience shall exceed A Murderers; Thou shalt not walk alone, Nor eat, nor sleep, but a sad lovers groans and curses, shall appear and fright thy soul: I tell thee Priest, they're sights, more terrible Than Ghosts or Sprights, of which old wives tell Tales, Thou shalt run mad, thou shalt be damned indeed. Now God forfend, the reason Sir I pray? She is contracted Sir, nay married Unto another man, though it want form: And such strange passages and mutual Vows, 'twould make your short hair start through your black Cap, should you but hear it. Sir, I'll take no notice Of things, I do not know the injured Gentleman, May bring 'em after into the Spiritual Court, and have a fair pull on't, a poor Gentleman, (For so I take him by his being deceived) 'gainst a great Count, and an old wealthy Knight. Thou Pancridge Parson; Oh, for my friend Nevil, Some wile or other might remove this Priest, and give up breathing to cross their intent.
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Good-morrow to no liuing thing but one, And that is Neuill: Oh, the Vowes, the Vowes, The protestations and becomming Oaths Which she has vtter'd to me, so sweet, so many, As if she had beene couetous, not to leaue One word for other Louers, which I pittied. She saide indeede I did deserue em all; Her lips made swearings sound of piety. So sweet and prettily they came from her: And yet this Morne shee's married to a Lord. Lord, Lord, how often has she kist this hand, Lost her selfe in my eyes, plaid with my haue, And made me (a sinne I am not, subiect too) Go away prou'd, emproued by her fauors, And yet this Morne shee's married to a Lord. The Bels were ringing as I came along. Yes Sir, tis for the great Marriage twixt Pray hold there, I know it too well. The Tokens and the Letters I haue still: The dangers I haue past for her deere sake, By day and night to satisfie her wishes; That Letter I so lately did receiue, And yet this Morne shee's married to a Lord: Oh memory, thou blessing to all men, Thou art my curse and cause of misery, That tel'st me what I haue bin in her eyes, and what I am: as it is impossible To find one good in the whole word of women: But how I loose my selfe, and the remembrance Of my deere friend, who said he would meet me heere. What is this Priest that walkes before the Church? Why walke you heere so earely, Sir? I am appointed, Heere to attend the comming of the Brides, Old Sir Iohn Worldyes Daughters. Are there two? Yes Sir, the eldest marries Count Erederick. Oh. The middlemost weares willow for his sake, The youngest marries the rich Merchant Strange. He is right worthy, and my well knowne friend. But Parson, if you marry Bellafront, The horror of thy Conscience shall exceed A Murtherers; Thou shalt not walke alone, Nor eate, nor sleepe, but a sad Louers grones and cursses, shall appeare and fright thy soule: I tell thee Priest, they're sights, more terrible Then Ghosts or Sprights, of which old wiues tell Tales, Thou shalt run mad, thou shalt be damn'd indeed. Now God foresend, the reason Sir I pray? She is contracted Sir, nay married Vnto another man, though it want forme: And such strange passages and mutuall Vowes, T'would make your short haire start through your blacke Cap, should you but heare it. Sir, Ile take no notice Of things, I do not know the iniur'd Gentleman, May bring em after inro the Spirituall Court, and haue a faire pull on't, a poore Gentleman, (For so I take him by his being deceiu'd) Gainst a great Count, and an old wealthy Knight. Thou Pancridge Parson; Oh, for my frend Nevil, Some wile or other might remoue this Priest, and giue vp breathing to crosse their intent.