Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Yes, Sir. Speak out I mean. I Sir. Why, did you think you had married a Statue? or a Motion, only? one of the French Puppets, with the eyes turned with a Wire? or some innocent out of the Hospital that would stand with her hands thus, and a please mouth, and look upon you. O immodesty! a manifest woman! what Cutberd? Nay, never quarrel with Cutberd, Sir, it is too late now. I confess, it doth bate somewhat of the modesty I had, when I writ simply Maid: but I hope, I shall make it a stock still competent, to the estate, and dignity of your Wife. She can talk! Yes indeed, Sir. What, Sirrah. None of my Knaves there? where is this Impostor, Cutberd? Speak to him, fellow, speak to him, I'll have none of this coacted, unnatural dumbness in my house, in a Family where I govern. She is my Regent already! I have married a Penthesilea, a Semiramis, sold my liberty to a Distaff! WHere's Master Morose? Is he come again! Lord have mercy upon me. I wish you all joy, Mistress Epicoene, with your grave and honourable match. I return you the thanks, Master Tru-wit, so friendly a wish deserves. She has acquaintance, too! God save you Sir, and give you all contentment in your fair choice, here. Before I was the Bird of night to you, the Owl but now I am the Messenger of Peace, a Dove, and bring you the glad wishes of many friends, to the celebration of this good hour. What hour, Sir? Your Marriage hour Sir. I commend your resolution, that (notwithstanding all the dangers I laid afore you, in the voice of a Night-Crow) would yet go on, and be yourself. It shows you are a man constant to your, own ends, and upright to your purposes, that would not be put off with left-handed cries. How should you arrive at the knowledge of so much! Why, did you ever hope, Sir committing the secrecy of it to a Barber, that less than the whole Town should know it? you might as well ha' told it to the Conduit, or the Bakehouse, or the infantry that follow the Court, and with more security. Could your Gravity forget so old and noted a remnant, as, lippis & tonsoribus notum, Well Sir, forgive it yourself now, the fault, and be communicable with your friends. Here will be three or four fashionable Ladies, from the College to visit you presently, and their train of Minions, and Followers. Bar my doors! bar my doors! where are all my eaters? my mouths now? baire up my doors, you Varlets. He is a Varlet, that stirs to such an office. Let 'em stand open. I would see him that dares move his eyes toward it. Shall I have a Barricado made against my friends, to be barred of any pleasure they can bring in to me with honourable visitation. O Amazonian impudence!
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Yes, Sir. Speake out I meane. I Sir. Why, did you thinke you had marryed a Statue? or a Motion, onely? one of the French Puppets, with the eyes turn'd with a Wire? or ſome innocent out of the Hoſpitall that would ſtand with her hands thus, and a playſe mouth, and looke vpon you. O immodeſtie! a manifeſt woman! what Cutberd? Nay, neuer quarrell with Cutberd, Sir, it is too late now. I confeſſe, it doth bate ſomewhat of the modeſtie I had, when I writ ſimply Maide: but I hope, I ſhall make it a ſtocke ſtill competent, to the eſtate, and dignitie of your Wife. She can talke! Yes indeed, Sir. What, Sirrah. None of my Knaues there? where is this Impoſtor, Cutberd? Speake to him, fellow, ſpeake to him, I'll haue none of this coacted, vnnaturall dumbneſſe in my houſe, in a Family where I gouerne. She is my Regent already! I haue marryed a Pentheſilea, a Semiramis, ſold my liberty to a Diſtaffe! VVHere's Maſter Moroſe? Is he come againe! Lord haue mercie vpon mee. I wiſh you all ioy, Miſtris Epicoene, with your graue and honourable match. I returne you the thankes, Maſter Tru-wit, ſo friendly a wiſh deſerues. She has acquaintance, too! God ſaue you Sir, and giue you all contentment in your faire choice, here. Before I was the Bird of night to you, the Owle but now I am the Meſſenger of Peace, a Doue, and bring you the glad wiſhes of many friends, to the celebration of this good houre. What houre, Sir? Your Marriage houre Sir. I commend your reſolution, that (notwithſtanding all the dangers I laid afore you, in the voice of a Night-Crow) would yet goe on, and bee your ſelfe. It ſhewes you are a man conſtant to your, owne ends, and vpright to your purpoſes, that would not bee put off with left-handed cryes. How ſhould you arriue at the knowledge of ſo much! Why, did you euer hope, Sir committing the ſecrecie of it to a Barber, that leſſe then the whole Towne ſhould know it? you might as well ha' told it to the Conduit, or the Bake-houſe, or the Infant'ry that follow the Court, and with more ſecuritie. Could your Grauitie forget ſo old and noted a remnant, as, lippis & tonſoribus notum, Well Sir, forgiue it your ſelfe now, the fault, and bee communicable with your friends. Here will bee three or foure faſhionable Ladies, from the Colledge to viſit you preſently, and their trayne of Minions, and Followers. Barre my doores! barre my doores! where are all my eaters? my mouthes now? baire vp my doores, you Varlets. He is a Varlet, that ſtirres to ſuch an office. Let 'hem ſtand open. I would ſee him that dares mooue his eyes toward it. Shall I haue a Barricado made againſt my friends, to be barr'd of any pleaſure they can bring in to me with honorable viſitation. O Amazonian impudence!