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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
If you think not this sufficient, you shall command me to be reconciled in another form, as a Rhimatrix or a rhinoceros. 'Sblood, what will you do? Well, give me your hands first, I am friends with you i'faith: thereupon I embrace you, kiss your Wife, and God give us joy. You mean me and my husband. You take the meaning better than the speech, Lady. The like wish I, but ne'er can be the like, And therefore wish I thee. By this bright light that is derived from thee. So sir, you make me a very light creature. But that thou art a blessed Angel, sent Down from the Gods t'atone mortal men, I would have thought deeds beyond all men's thoughts, And executed more upon his corpse: Oh let him thank the beauty of this eye, And not his resolute sword or destiny. What sayst thou Mizaldus, come applaud this jubilee, A day these hundred years before not truly known, To these divided factions. No nor this day had it been falsely borne, But that I mean to sound it with his horn. I liked the former jar better: than they showed like men and Soldiers; now like Cowards and lechers. Well said Mizaldus: thou art like the Base Viol in a Consort, let the other Instrument wish and delight in your highest sense, thou art still grumbling. Nay, sweet receive it, And in it my heart: And when thou readest a moving syllable Think that my soul was Secretary to't. It is your love, and not the odious wish Of my revenge, in styling him a Cuckold, Makes me presume thus far: then read it fair, My passion's ample as your beauties are. Well sir, we will not stick with you. And Gentlemen, since it hath happed so fortunately, I do entreat we may all meet tomorrow, In some Heroic mask, to grace the Nuptials Of the most noble Countess of Swevia. Who does the young Count marry? O sir, who but the very heir of all her sex, That bears the Palm of beauty from'em all: Others compared to her, show like faint Stars To the full Moon of wonder in her face: The Lady Isabella, the late Widow To the deceased and noble Viscount Hermut. la you there, widow, there's one of the last edition, Whose Husband yet retains in his cold trunk Some little airing of his noble guest, Yet she a fresh Bride as the month of May. Well my Lord, I am none of these, That have my second Husband bespoke, My door shall be a testimony of it. And but these noble Marriages incite me, My much abstracted presence should have showed it. If you come to me, hark in your ear my Lord, Look your Ladder of ropes be strong, For I shall tie you to your Tackling. Gentlemen, your answer to the mask. Your Honour leads, we'll follow. signor Claridiana. I attend you sir. You'll be constant.
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If you thinke not this sufficient, you shall commaund mee to be reconcil'd in another forme, as a Rhimatrix or a Rimocheros. S'blood, what will you doe? Well, giue mee your hands first, I am friends with you i'faith: thereupon I embrace you, kisse your Wife, and God giue vs ioy. You meane me and my husband. You take the meaning better then the speech, Lady. The like wish I, but ne'er can be the like, And therefore wish I thee. By this bright light that is deriu'd from thee. So sir, you make me a very light creature. But that thou art a blessed Angell, sent Downe from the Gods t'attone mortall men, I would haue thought deedes beyond all mens thoughts, And executed more vpon his corps: Oh let him thanke the beautie of this eye, And not his resolute sword or destinie. What saist thou Mizaldus, come applaud this Iubile, A day these hundred yeeres before not truely knowne, To these diuided factions. No nor this day had it beene falsely borne, But that I meane to sound it with his horne. I lik'd the former iarre better: then they shew'd like men and Souldiers; now like Cowards and Leachers. Well said Mizaldus: thou art like the Base Violl in a Consort, let the other Instrument wish and delight in your highest sense, thou art still grumbling. Nay, sweet receiue it, And in it my heart: And when thou read'st a mouing syllable Thinke that my soule was Secretary to't. It is your loue, and not the odious wish Of my reuenge, in stiling him a Cuckold, Makes mee presume thus farre: then reade it faire, My passion's ample as your beauties are. Well sir, we will not sticke with you. And Gentlemen, since it hath hapt so fortunately, I doe entreat wee may all meete to morrow, In some Heroick Masque, to grace the Nuptials Of the most noble Countesse of Sweuia. Who does the young Count marry? O sir, who but the very heire of all her sexe, That beares the Palme of beautie from'em all: Others compar'd to her, shew like faint Starres To the full Moone of wonder in her face: The Lady Isabella, the late Widow To the deceast and noble Vicount Hermut. Law you there, widow, there's one of the last edition, Whose Husband yet retaines in his colde truncke Some little ayring of his noble guest, Yet she a fresh Bride as the month of May. Well my Lord, I am none of these, That haue my second Husband bespoke, My doore shall be a testimonie of it. And but these noble Marriages encite me, My much abstracted presence should haue shew'd it. If you come to me, harke in your eare my Lord, Looke your Ladder of ropes be strong, For I shall tie you to your Tackling. Gentlemen, your answere to the Masque. Your Honour leades, wee'll follow. Signior Claridiana. I attend you sir. You'll be constant.