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 · 524 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.
No, we'll have her to the College: and she have wit, she shall be one of us.! shall she not Centaur? we'll make her a Collegiate. Yes faith, madam, and Mavis, and she will set up aside. Believe it madam, and Mistress Mavis, she will sustain her part. I'll tell you that, when I have talked with her, and tried her. Ʋse her very ciuilly, Mauis. So I will, madam. Blessed minute, that they would whisper thus ever. In the the mean time, madam, would but your Ladyship help to vex him a little: you know his disease, talk to him about the Wedding Ceremonies, or call for your Gloves, or— Let me alone. Centaur, help me. Master Bridegroom, where are you? O, it was too miraculously good to last! We see no Ensigns of a Wedding, here; no Character of a bride-ale: where be our scarves, and our Gloves? I pray you, give 'em us. Let's know your Bride's Colours, and yours, at least. Alas, madam, he has provided none. Had I known your ladyship's Painter, I would. He has given it you, Centaur, i'faith. But do you hear Master Morose, a jest will not absolve you in this manner. You that have sucked the Milk of the Court, and from thence have been brought up to the very strong meats, and Wine, of it; been a Courtier from the Biggin, to the nightcap: (as we may say) and you, to offend in such a high point of Ceremony, as this and let your Nuptials want all marks of solemnity! How much Plate have you lost today (if you had but regarded your profit) what gifts, what friends, through your mere Rusticity? madam— Pardon me, Sir, I must insinuate your errors to you. No Gloves? no Garters? no scarves? no Epithalamium? no Masque? Yes, madam, I'll make an Epithalamium, I promised my Mistress, I have begun it already: will your Ladyship hear it? ay, good Iack Daw. Will it please your Ladyship command a Chamber, and be private with hour friend? you shall have your choice of Rooms, to retire to after: my whole House is yours. I know, it hath been your Ladiships errand, into the City, at other times, however now you have been unhappily diverted upon me; but I shall be loath to break any honourable custom of your Ladyships. And therefore, good madam— Come, you are a rude Bridegroom, to entertain Ladies of honour in this fashion. He is a rude Groom, indeed. By that light, you deserve to grafted, and have your horn's reach from one side of the Island, to the other. Do not mistake me, Sir, I but speak this, to give the Ladies some heart again, not for any malice to you. Is this your bravo, Ladies? As God help me, if you utter such another word, I'll take Mistress Bride in and begin to you, in a very sad cup, do you see? Go too, know your friends, and such, as love you. BY your leave, Ladies. Do you want any Music? I have brought you variety of noises. Play, Sirs, all of you.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No, wee'll haue her to the Colledge: and ſhe haue wit, ſhe ſhall be one of vs.! ſhall ſhee not Centaure? wee'll make her a Collegiate. Yes faith, Madame, and Mauis, and ſhee will ſet vp a ſide. Beleeue it Madame, and Miſtris Mauis, ſhee will ſuſtaine her part. I'll tell you that, when I haue talk'd with her, and try'd her. Ʋſe her very ciuilly, Mauis. So I will, Madame. Bleſſed minute, that they would whiſper thus euer. In the the meane time, Madame, would but your Ladiſhip helpe to vexe him a little: you know his diſeaſe, talke to him about the Wedding Ceremonies, or call for your Gloues, or— Let me alone. Centaure, helpe mee. Maſter Bride-groome, where are you? O, it was too miraculouſly good to laſt! We ſee no Enſignes of a Wedding, here; no Character of a Brideale: where be our Skarfes, and our Gloues? I pray you, giue 'hem vs. Let's know your Brides Colours, and yours, at leaſt. Alas, Madame, he has prouided none. Had I knowne your Ladiſhips Painter, I would. He has giuen it you, Centaure, yfaith. But doe you heare Maſter Moroſe, a Ieſt will not abſolue you in this manner. You that haue ſuck'd the Milke of the Court, and from thence haue beene brought vp to the very ſtrong meates, and Wine, of it; beene a Courtier from the Biggen, to the Night-Cap: (as wee may ſay) and you, to offend in ſuch a high point of Ceremonie, as this and let your Nuptialls want all markes of ſolemnitie! How much Plate haue you loſt to day (if you had but regarded your profit) what gifts, what friends, through your meere Ruſticitie? Madame— Pardon me, Sir, I muſt inſinuate your errors to you. No Gloues? no Garters? no Skarfes? no Epithalamium? no Maſque? Yes, Madame, I'll make an Epithalamium, I promis'd my Miſtris, I haue begunne it already: will your Ladiſhip heare it? I, good Iack Daw. Will it pleaſe your Ladiſhip command a Chamber, and bee priuate with hour friend? you ſhall haue your choice of Roomes, to retyre to after: my whole Houſe is yours. I know, it hath beene your Ladiſhis errand, into the Citie, at other times, how euer now you haue beene vnhappily diuerted vpon mee▪ but I ſhall bee loth to breake any honorable cuſtome of your Ladiſhips. And therefore, good Madame— Come, you are a rude Bride-groome, to entertayne Ladies of honour in this faſhion. He is a rude Groome, indeed. By that light, you deſerue to grafted, and haue your Hornes reach from one ſide of the Iland, to the other. Doe not miſtake mee, Sir, I but ſpeake this, to giue the Ladies ſome heart againe, not for any malice to you. Is this your Brau, Ladies? As God helpe mee, if you vtter ſuch another word, I'll take Miſtris Bride in and begin to you, in a very ſad cup, doe you ſee? Goe too, know your friends, and ſuch, as loue you. BY your leaue, Ladies. Doe you want any Muſique? I haue brought you varietie of noyſes. Play, Sirs, all of you.