Marston, John / Machin, Lewis / Barkstead, William · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1607-1608; revised 1609-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels (?); Children of the King's Revels (?) · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Learn of a well composed Epigram, A woman's love, and thus 'twas sung unto us: The Tapers that stood on her husband's hearse, Isabell' advances to a second bed: Is it not wondrous strange for to rehearse She should so soon forget her husband dead; One hour? for if the husband's life once fade, Both love and husband in one grave are laid. But we forget ourselves, I am for the marriage Of signor Claridiana, and the fine Mris. Abigall. I for his arch-foes wedding signor Rogero, and the spruce Mris. Thais: but see, the solemn rites are ended, and from their several Temples they are come. A quarrel on my life. Good my Lord detain me not, I will tilt at him. Remember, Sir, this is your wedding day, And that triumph belongs only to your wife. If you be noble let me cut off his head. Remember o'the other side, you have a maidenhead of your own to cut off. I'll make my marriage day like to the bloody bridal Alcides by the fiery Centaurs had. Husband, dear Husband! Away with these caterwaulers. Come on sir. Thou son of a Iew. Alas poor wench, thy husband's circumcised. Begot when thy father's face was toward th'East, To show that thou wouldst prove a Caterpillar: His Messias shall not save thee from me, I'll send thee to him in collops. O fry not in choler so Sir. Mountebank with thy Pedantical action, Rimatrix, buglers, Rhimocers. Gentlemen, I conjure you By the virtues of men. Shall any broken quacksalver's Bastard oppose him to me in my Nuptials? No, but I'll show him better metal than ere the gallimaufry his father used. Thou scum of his melting pots, that wert christened in a Crucible, with Mercury's water, to show thou wouldst prove a stinging Aspis; for all thou spit'st is Aqua fortis, and thy breath is a compound of poisons stillatory: if I get within thee, hadst thou the scaly hide of a Crocodile, as thou art partly of his nature, I would leave thee as bare as an Anatomy at the second viewing. Thou Iew, of the Tribe of Gad, that sure, there were none here but thou and I, wouldst teach me the Art of breathing, thou wouldst run like a dromedary. Thou that art the tall'st man of Christendom; when thou art alone, if thou dost maintain this to my face, I'll make thee skip like an Ounce. Nay, good sir, be you still. Let the quacksalver's son be still: His father was still, and still, and still again. By the Almighty I'll study Negromancy but I'll be revenged. Gentlemen, leave these dissensions, signor Rogero, you are a man of worth. True, all the City points at him for a Knave. You are of like reputation signor Claridiana: The hatred twixt your grandsire's first began, Impute it to the folly of that age. These your dissensions may erect a faction, Like to the Capulets and Montagues.
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Learne of a well composed Epigram, A womans loue, and thus 'twas sung vnto vs: The Tapers that stood on her husbands hearse, Isabell' aduances to a second bed: Is it not wondrous strange for to rehearse Shee should so soone forget her husband dead; One houre? for if the husbands life once fade, Both loue and husband in one graue are laid. But we forget our selues, I am for the marriage Of Signior Claridiana, and the fine Mris. Abigall. I for his arch-foes wedding Signior Rogero, and the spruce Mris. Thais: but see, the solemne rites are ended, and from their seuerall Temples they are come. A quarrell on my life. Good my Lord detaine me not, I will tilt at him. Remember, Sir, this is your wedding day, And that triumph belongs onely to your wife. If you be noble let me cut off his head. Remember o'the other side, you haue a maiden-head of your owne to cut off. Ile make my marriage day like to the bloudy bridal Alcides by the fierie Centaurs had. Husband, deare Husband! Away with these catterwallers. Come on sir. Thou sonne of a Iew. Alas poore wench, thy husband's circumcis'd. Begot when thy fathers face was toward th'East, To shew that thou would'st proue a Caterpiller: His Messias shall not saue thee from me, Ile send thee to him in collops. O fry not in choler so Sir. Mountebancke with thy Pedanticall action, Rimatrix, Buglors, Rhimocers. Gentlemen, I coniure you By the vertues of men. Shall any broken Quacksaluers Bastard oppose him to mee in my Nuptials? No, but Ile shew him better mettall then ere the Gallemawfrey his father vsed. Thou scumme of his melting pots, that wert christned in a Crusoile, vvith Mercuries water, to shew thou would'st proue a stinging Aspis; for all thou spitst is Aqua fortis, and thy breath is a compound of poysons stillatory: if I get within thee, hadst thou the scaly hyde of a Crocodile, as thou art partly of his nature, I would leaue thee as bare as an Anatomy at the second veiwing. Thou Iew, of the Tribe of Gad, that sure, there were none here but thou and I, would'st teach mee the Art of breathing, thou wouldst runne like a Dromidarie. Thou that art the tal'st man of Christendome; when thou art alone, if thou dost maintaine this to my face, Ile make thee skip like an Ounce. Nay, good sir, be you still. Let the Quacksaluers sonne be still: His father was still, and still, and still againe. By the Almighty Ile study Negromancy but Ile be reueng'd. Gentlemen, leaue these dissentions, Signior Rogero, you are a man of worth. True, all the Citie points at him for a Knaue. You are of like reputation Signior Claridiana: The hatred twixt your Grandsires first beganne, Impute it to the folly of that age. These your dissentions may erect a faction, Like to the Capulets and Montagues.