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 unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Alas my dear friend. Sir, do but you refuse To join 'em. Upon what acquaintance Sir? They are great persons, and I mean to rise, I hope in time to have three livings man, and this were not the way I take it Sir. Why look thee, there is Gold. Oh by no means. I seldom knew't refused, yet by thy Coat; But where it would have been a cause of good. But look ye, you shall see I'm a Divine, Of Conscience quite opposite to a Lawyer, I'll give you Counsel Sir without a fee: This way they are to come, if you dare do't, Challenge her as your own, at the Church door, I will not hinder you. Oh hark they come, Nevill my friend, well I must something do: Oh, why should Music, which joys every part, Strike such sharp killing discords to my heart? THey that for Worldly wealth do wed, That buy and sell the Marriage bed: That come not warmed with the true fire, Resolved to keep this Vow entire. To soon find discontent, To soon shall they repent. But Hymen these are no such Lovers, Which thy burning Torch discovers: Though they live then many a year, Let each day as new appear As this first; and delights Make of all Bridal Nights: Io: Hymen give Consent, Blessed are the Marriages that near repent. How now, who's this? Young Scudmore. 'tis young Scudmore. Canst thou this holy Church enter a Bride, And not a corpse meeting these eyes of mine. Yes, by my troth, what are your eyes to me, But grey ones, as they are to everybody, The Gentleman I do a little know: he's frantic sure, forward a God's name there. Sister, this is not well, and will be worse. Oh hold thy Thunder fast. What is the matter? I'll ask my Lord: What is the matter Sir. Some idle words my Lord, 'tmay be have passed Twixt Scudmore, and my Daughter heretofore, And he has dreamt 'em things of consequence. Pish, nothing else; set forward. By your leave. Can there be such a soul in such a shape. My Love is subject of such misery, Such strange impossibilities and misfortune, That men will laugh at me, when I relate The story of it, and conceive I lie. Why Madam that shall be, Lady in Posse, do Titles, Honours, and Fortunes, make you so forgetful? You are insolent, nay strangely saucy Sir, To wrong me in this public fashion. Sirrah, go too, there's Law. There is indeed, And Conscience too, old Worldly thou hast one; But for the other, wild Virginia, Black Afric, or the shaggy Scythia, Must send it over as a Merchandise, Ere thou show any here. My honoured Lord, Say but the word, I'll force him from the doors. I say the word, do it. You my Lords fine fool? I he Sir. No, nor you my Lord fools fool. Ware Boy, come back.
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Alas my deere friend. Sir, do but you refuse To ioyne em. Vpon what acquaintance Sir? They are great persons, and I meane to rise, I hope in time to haue three liuings man, and this were not the way I take it Sir. Why looke thee, there is Gold. Oh by no meanes. I seldome knew't refusd, yet by thy Coate; But where it would haue bin a cause of good. But looke ye, you shall see I'me a Deuine, Of Conscience quite opposite to a Lawyer, Ile giue you Counsell Sir without a fee: This way they are to come, if you dare doo't, Challenge her as your owne, at the Church doore, I will not hinder you. Oh harke they come, Neuill my friend, well I must something do: Oh, why should Musicke, which ioyes euerie part, Strike such sharpe killing discords to my hart? THey that for Worldly wealth do wed, That buy and sell the Marriage bed: That come not warm'd with the true fire, Resolu'd to keepe this Vow entire. To soone finde discontent, To soone shall they repent. But Hymen these are no such Louers, Which thy burning Torch discouers: Though they liue then many a yeare, Let each day as new appeare As this first; and delights Make of all Bridall Nights: Io: Hymen giue Consent, Blessed are the Marriages that nere repen. How now, who's this? Young Scudmore. Tis young Scudmore. Canst thou this holy Church enter a Bride, And not a Coarse meeting these eyes of mine. Yes, by my troth, what are your eies to me, But gray ones, as they are to euerie body, The Gentleman I do a little know: Hee's franticke sure, forward a Gods name there. Sister, this is not well, and will be worse. Oh hold thy Thunder fast. What is the matter? Ile aske my Lord: What is the matter Sir. Some ydle words my Lord, t'may be haue past Twixt Scudmore, and my Daughter heeretofore, And he has dreamt em things of consequence. Pish, nothing else; set forward. By your leaue. Can there be such a soule in such a shape. My Loue is subiect of such miserie, Such strange impossibilities and mis-fortune, That men will laugh at me, when I relate The Storie of it, and conceiue I lye. Why Madam that shall be, Lady in Posse, do Titles, Honors, and Fortunes, make you so forgetfull? You are insolent, nay strangely sawcie Sir, To wrong me in this publicke fashion. Sirrha, go too, there's Law. There is indeede, And Conscience too, old Worldly thou hast one; But for the other, wilde Virginia, Blacke Affricke, or the shaggy Scithia, Must send it ouer as a Merchandize, Ere thou shew any heere. My honor'd Lord, Say but the word, Ile force him from the doors. I say the word, do it. You my Lords fine foole? I he Sir. No, nor you my Lord fooles foole. Ware Boy, come backe.