The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 9 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
He that is once false, will be never true. Then wherefore serves repentance? Well, proceed. Set down the place where I shall find your Honour, And if I bring not thither Floramell, At our next meeting take away my life. Meet me at York house. I'll be there ere long. I have done amiss, and will amend the wrong. The Bride not up, and the Archbishop come, Some call her down. Welcome my reverend Lord. Do not you Bishops use sometimes to dream? We have the same incitements of the blood That others have, and in our fantasies We see strange shapes, and divers things to follow. What was your dream tonight? As I remember, Hymen was turned into a Mercury, And he's the Patron of all sly deceits. But what's my dream to your affairs my Lord? That such another dream I had last night: And if I should be cheated of my Bride, 'twere a strange premonition. Fear it not, see where she comes. March forward to the Church. So, whilst he takes your place, we are for York-house. I come Fitzwaters flying. Let's away. The stay of my fair Mistress makes me wild, Sure I shall never more behold her face; The Steward's false, and Floramell may change. I'll therefore give a period to my grief, And in despair finish what life denies: Yet ere I die, let all the World this know, A Woman's love procured my overthrow. My Floramell, to Sea. Oh my distracted soul, this is extreme, Gulled with a Boy, dressed in your daughter's gown: This is a cross that patience cannot bear. Who was the cause of this, speak; Where's my Daughter? Fled to your Son. The Steward laid the plot; What I have done Was for my Lady's sake. That Steward is a Villain. Let's go seek him. Take several streets, but let your meeting be At the Waterside, lest they should flee to Sea. To the water side; Lord Bishop keep the boy. I will. My Dream is fallen out right, Hymen is changed Into a sly deceiving Mercurie: But 'tis most requisite, they that do wrong Should feel the penalty by suffering it. I witness can the Young lords precontract, Bad Fathers that infringe a holy act. This day I think I promised the Lord Clinton To be his Guest. It was my Liege this Day. I have dismissed my Train to steal upon him, But what's the season all things are so quiet? A lords house at so great a Ceremony As is a Marriage, should be like a Court: Multitudes thronging up and down like waves; And the Gate kept with an Officious porter, To give kind entertainment to all Comers; Here's no such a matter. Here Old Fitzwater: comes. Some Pegasus has borne her from my sight For near a horse I keep can overtake them: By all conjectures they are gone to Sea, And Shipped by this.
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He that is once false, will be neuer true. Then wherefore serues repentance? Well, proecede. Set downe the place where I shall finde your Honour, And if I bring not thither Floramell, At our next meeting take away my life. Meete me at Yorke house. Ile be there ere long. I haue done amisse, and will amend the wrong. The Bride not vp, and the Archbishop come, Some call her downe. Welcome my reuerend Lord. Doe not you Bishops vse sometimes to dreame? We haue the same incitements of the blood That others haue, and in our phantasies We see strange shapes, and diuers things to follow. What was your dreame to night? As I remember, Himen was turn'd into a Mercury, And hee's the Patron of all slye deceits. But whats my dreame to your affayres my Lord? That such another dreame I had last night: And if I should be cheated of my Bride, Twere a strange premonition. Feare it not, see where shee comes. March forwarde to the Church. So, whilst he takes your place, we are for Yorkhouse. I come Fythwaters flying. Let's away. The stay of my faire Mistris makes me wilde, Sure I shall neuer more behold her face; The Stewards false, and Floramell may change. Ile therefore giue a period to my griefe, And in dispayre finish what life denyes: Yet ere I dye, let all the World this know, A Womans loue procur'd my ouerthrow. My Floramell, to Sea. Oh my distracted soule, this is extreame, Gull'd with a Boy, drest in your Daughters gowne: This is a crosse that patience cannot beare. Who was the cause of this, speake; Wheres my Daughter? Fledde to your Sonne. The Steward layd the plot; What I haue done Was for my Ladies sake. That Steward is a Villaine. Lets goe seeke him. Take seuerall streetes, but let your meeting be At the Water-side, least they should flee to Sea. To the water side; Lord Bishop keep the boy. I will. My Dreame is falne out right, Hymen is chang'd Into a slye deceyuing Mercurie: But tis most requisite, they that doe wrong Should feele the penaltie by suffering it. I witnesse can the Young Lordes precontract, Bad Fathers that infringe a holy act. This day I thinke I promised the Lord Clinton To be his Guest. It was my Liege this Day. I haue dismist my Traine to steale vpon him, But whats the season all things are so quiet? A Lordes house at so great a Cerimonie As is a Marriage, should be like a Court: Multitudes thronging vp and downe like waues; And the Gate kept with an Officious porter, To giue kinde entertainment to all Commers; Heres no such a matter. Here Olde Fitzwater: comes. Some Pegasus has borne her from my sight For nere a horse I keepe can ouertake them: By all coniectures they are gone to Sea, And Shipt by this.