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 · 497 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.
Nay, Sir, be not utterly disheartened, we have yet a small relic of hope left, as near as our comfort is blown out. Clerimont, produce your brace of Knights. What was that, Master Parson, you told me in errore qualitatis e'en now? Dauphine, whisper the Bride, that she carry it as if she were guilty, and ashamed. marry Sir, in errore qualitatis (which Master Doctor did forbear to urge) if she be found corupta, that is, vitiated or broken up, that was pro virgine desponsa, espoused for a Maid— What then, Sir? It doth dirimere contractum, and irritum reddere too. If this be true, we are happy again, Sir, once more. Here are an honourable brace of Knights, that shall affirm so much. Pardon us, good Master Clerimont. You shall excuse us, Master Clerimont. Nay, you must make it good now, Knights, there is no remedy, I'll eat no words for you, nor no men: you know you spoke it to me? Is this Gentleman-like-like, Sir? Iack Daw, he's worse than Sir Amorous: fiercer a great deal. Sir Amorous, beware, there be ten Daws in this Clerimont. I'll confess it, Sir. Will you, Sir Amorous? will you wound reputation? I am resolved. So should you be too, Iack Daw: what should keep you off? she is but a woman, and in disgrace. he'll be glad on't. Will he? I thought he would ha' been angry. You will dispatch, Knights, it must be done, i'faith. Why, an' it must it shall, Sir, they say. They'll ne'er go back. Do not tempt his patience. It is true indeed, Sir. Yes, I assure you, Sir. What is true Gentlemen? what do you assure me? That we have known your Bride, Sir— In good fashion. she was our Mistress, or so— Nay, you must be plain, Knights, as you were to me. ay, the question is, if you have carnaliter, or no. Carnaliter? what else, Sir? It is enough: a plain nullity. I am undone, I am undone! O, let me worship and adore you, Gentlemen! I am undone! Yes, to my hand, I thank these Knights: Master Parson, let me thank you otherwise. And, ha' they confessed? Now out upon 'em, Informers! You see, what creatures you may bestow your favours on, madams. I would except against 'em as beaten Knights, Wench, and not good Witnesses in Law. Poor Gentlewoman, how she takes it! Be comforted, Morose, I love you the better for't. So do I, I protest. But Gentlemen, you have not known her, since matrimonium? Not today, Master Doctor. No, Sir, not today. Why, then I say, for any act before, the matrimonium is good and perfect: unless, the worshipful Bridegroom did precisely, before witness demand, if she were virgo ante nuptias. No, that he did not, I assure you, Master Doctor. If he cannot prove that, it is ratum coniugium, notwithstanding the premises. And they do no way impedire. And this is my Sentence, this I pronounce.
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Nay, Sir, be not vtterly diſ-heartned, wee haue yet a ſmall relike of hope left, as neare as our comfort is blowne out. Clerimont, produce your brace of Knights. What was that, Maſter Parſon, you told me in errore qualitatis e'ne now? Dauphine, whiſper the Bride, that ſhe carry it as if ſhe were guiltie, and aſham'd. Mary Sir, in errore qualitatis (which Maſter Doctor did forbeare to vrge) if ſhe be found corupta, that is, vitiated or broken vp, that was pro virgine deſponſa, eſpous'd for a Maid— What then, Sir? It doth dirimere contractum, and irritum reddere too. If this bee true, wee are happy againe, Sir, once more. Here are an honourable brace of Knights, that ſhall affirme ſo much. Pardon vs, good Maſter Clerimont. You ſhall excuſe vs, Maſter Clerimont. Nay, you muſt make it good now, Knights, there is no remedie, I'll eate no words for you, nor no men: you know you ſpoke it to me? Is this Gentleman-like-like, Sir? Iack Daw, hee's worſe then Sir Amorous: fiercer a great deale. Sir Amorous, beware, there bee tenne Dawes in this Clerimont. I'll confeſſe it, Sir. Will you, Sir Amorous? will you wound reputation? I am reſolu'd. So ſhould you be too, Iack Daw: what ſhould keep you off? ſhee is but a woman, and in diſgrace. Hee'll bee glad on't. Will he? I thought he would ha 'beene angry. You will diſpatch, Knights, it muſt bee done, yfaith. Why, an' it muſt it ſhall, Sir, they ſay. They'll ne're goe backe. Doe not tempt his patience. It is true indeed, Sir. Yes, I aſſure you, Sir. What is true Gentlemen? what doe you aſſure me? That we haue knowne your Bride, Sir— In good faſhion. Shee was our Miſtris, or ſo— Nay, you muſt bee plaine, Knights, as you were to mee. I, the queſtion is, if you haue carnaliter, or no. Carnaliter? what elſe, Sir? It is enough: a plaine nullitie. I am vn-done, I am vn-done! O, let me worſhip and adore you, Gentlemen! I am vndone! Yes, to my hand, I thanke theſe Knights: Maſter Parſon, let me thanke you otherwiſe. And, ha' they confeſs'd? Now out vpon 'hem, Informers! You ſee, what creatures you may beſtow your fauours on, Madames. I would except againſt 'hem as beaten Knights, Wench, and not good Witneſſes in Law. Poore Gentlewoman, how ſhe takes it! Be comforted, Moroſe, I loue you the better for't. So doe I, I proteſt. But Gentlemen, you haue not knowne her, ſince matrimonium? Not to day, Maſter Doctor. No, Sir, not to day. Why, then I ſay, for any act before, the matrimonium is good and perfect: vnleſſe, the worſhipfull Bridegroome did preciſely, before witneſſe demand, if ſhee were virgo ante nuptias. No, that he did not, I aſſure you, Maſter Doctor. If he cannot proue that, it is ratum coniugium, notwithſtanding the premiſes. And they doe no way impedire. And this is my Sentence, this I pronounce.