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 · 525 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.
O, a plot, a plot, a plot, a plot upon me! This day, I shall be their anvil to work on, they will grate me asunder. 'Tis worse than the noise of a Saw. No, they are Hair, Rosin, and Guts. I can give you the Receipt. Peace, Boys. Play, I say. Peace, Rascals. You see who's your friend now, Sir? Take courage, put on a martyr's resolution. Mock down all their attemptings, with patience. 'Tis but a day, and I would suffer heroically. Should an Ass exceed me in fortitude? No. You betray your infirmity with your hanging dull ears, and make them insult: bear up bravely, and constantly. Look you here, Sir, what honour is done you unexpected, by your Nephew; a Wedding Dinner come, and a Knight Sewer before it, for the more reputation: and fine Mistress Otter, your Neighbour, in the Rump, or Tail of it. Is that Gorgon, that Medusa come? Hide me, hide me. I warrant you, Sir, she will not transform you. Look upon her with a good courage. Pray you entertain her, and conduct your Guests in, No? Mistress Bride, will you entreat in the Ladies? your Bridegroom is so shamefaced, here— Will it please your Ladyship, madam? With the benefit of your company, Mistress. Servant, pray you perform your duties. And glad to be commanded, Mistress. How like you her wit, Mavis. Very prettily, absolutely well. 'Tis my place. You shall pardon me, Mistress Otter. Why, I am a Collegiate. But not in ordinary. But I am. we'll dispute that within. Would this had lasted a little longer. And that they had sent for the Heralds. Captain Otter, what news? I have brought my Bull, Bear, and Horse, in private, and yonder are the Trumpeters without, and the Drum, Gentlemen. O, o, ô. And we will have a rouse in each of 'em, anon, for bold Britons, i'faith. Follow, follow, follow. WAs there ever poor Bridegroom so tormented? or man indeed? I have not read of the like, in the Chronicles of the Land. Sure, he cannot but go to a place of rest, after all this Purgatory. He may presume it, I think. The spitting, the coughing, the laughter, the sneezing, the farting, dancing, noise of the Music, and her masculine, and loud commanding, and urging the whole Family, makes him think he has married a Fury. And she carries it up bravely. ay, she takes any occasion to speak: that's the height on't. And how soberly Dauphine labours to satisfy him, that it was none of his plot! And has almost brought him to the faith, i' the article. Here he comes. Where is he now? what's become of him, Dauphine? O, hold me up a little, I shall go away i' the jest else. He has got on his whole Nest of Nightcaps, and locked himself up, i' the top o' the House, as high as ever he can climb from the noise. I peeped in at a cranny, and saw him sitting over a cross-beam o' the roof, like him o' the Sadlers Horse in Fleetstreet, upright: and he will sleep there.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O, a plot, a plot, a plot, a plot vpon me! This day, I ſhall bee their Anuile to worke on, they will grate mee aſunder. 'Tis worſe then the noyſe of a Saw. No, they are Haire, Roſin, and Guts. I can giue you the Receipt. Peace, Boyes. Play, I ſay. Peace, Raſcals. You ſee who's your friend now, Sir? Take courage, put on a Martyrs reſolution. Mocke downe all their attemptings, with patience. 'Tis but a day, and I would ſuffer heroically. Should an Aſſe exceed mee in fortitude? No. You betray your infirmitie with your hanging dull eares, and make them inſult: beare vp brauely, and conſtantly. Looke you here, Sir, what honour is done you vnexpected, by your Nephew; a Wedding Dinner come, and a Knight Sewer before it, for the more reputation: and fine Miſtris Otter, your Neighbour, in the Rump, or Tayle of it. Is that Gorgon, that Meduſa come? Hide mee, hide me. I warrant you, Sir, ſhee will not transforme you. Looke vpon her with a good courage. Pray you entertayne her, and conduct your Gueſts in, No? Miſtris Bride, will you entreat in the Ladies? your Bridegroome is ſo ſhame-fac'd, here— Will it pleaſe your Ladiſhip, Madame? With the benefit of your companie, Miſtris. Seruant, pray you performe your duties. And glad to be commanded, Miſtris. How like you her wit, Mauis. Very prettily, abſolutely well. 'Tis my place. You ſhall pardon me, Miſtris Otter. Why, I am a Collegiate. But not in ordinary. But I am. Wee'll diſpute that within. Would this had laſted a little longer. And that they had ſent for the Heralds. Captayne Otter, what newes? I haue brought my Bull, Beare, and Horſe, in priuate, and yonder are the Trumpetters without, and the Drum, Gentlemen. O, ô, ô. And we will haue a rouſe in each of 'hem, anon, for bold Britons, yfaith. Follow, follow, follow. WAs there euer poore Bride-groome ſo tormented? or man indeed? I haue not read of the like, in the Chronicles of the Land. Sure, he cannot but goe to a place of reſt, after all this Purgatorie. He may preſume it, I thinke. The ſpitting, the coughing, the laughter, the neeſing, the farting, dauncing, noyſe of the Muſique, and her maſculine, and lowd commanding, and vrging the whole Family, makes him thinke he has marryed a Furie. And ſhe carries it vp brauely. I, ſhe takes any occaſion to ſpeake: that's the height on't. And how ſo berly Dauphine labours to ſatisfie him, that it was none of his plot! And has almoſt brought him to the faith, i' the article. Here he comes. Where is he now? what's become of him, Dauphine? O, hold me vp a little, I ſhall goe away i' the ieſt elſe. Hee has got on his whole Neſt of Night-caps, and lock'd himſelfe vp, i' the top o' the Houſe, as high as euer he can climbe from the noyſe. I peep'd in at a cranny, and ſaw him ſitting ouer a croſſe-beame o' the roofe, like him o' the Sadiers Horſe in Fleetstreet, vp-right: and hee will ſleepe there.