Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Or he, or some of his confederates. As thou respects thy life, look to thy tongue, Albumazar has an Otacousticon. be silent, reverent, and admire his skill, See what a promising countenance appears: Stand still and wonder, wonder and stand still. Ronca, the bunch of planets new found out Hanging at th'end of my best perspicil, Send them to Galileo at Padua; Let him bestow them where he please. But th'stars Lately discovered twixt the horns of Aries, Are as a present for Pandolfo's marriage, And henceforth styled Sidera Pandolfaea. My marriage Cricca! he foresees my marriage: O most Celestial Albumazar! And sends y'a present from the head of Aries. My Almanac made for th'meridian And height of Iapan, giv't th'East Indy company: There may they smell the price of Cloves and Pepper, monkeys and China-dishes five years ensuing; And know th'success o'th' voyage of Magores. For in the volume of the Firmament we children of the stars read things to come, As clearly as poor mortals' stories passed In Speed or Hollingshead. The perpetual motion With a true 'larum in't to run twelve hours 'Fore Mahomet's return. Deliver it safe T'a Turkey Factor, bid him with care present it From me to th'house of Ottoman. I will sir. Pray you stand here, and wonder now for me, Be astonished at his Gorgon, for I cannot. Upon my life he proves a mere Impostor. Peace, not a word, be silent and admire. As for the Issue of th'next Summer's wars, Reveal't to none, keep't to thyself in secret, As touchstone of my skill in Prophesy. Be gone. I go sir. signor Pandolfo, I pray you pardon me, Exotic dispatches of great consequence Stayed me; and casting the Nativity O'th' Cham of Tartary, and a private conference With a Mercurial intelligence. You're welcome in a good hour, better minute, Best second, happiest third, fourth, fift, and scruple. Let the twelve houses of the Horoscope Be lodged with fortitudes, and fortunates, To make you blessed in your designs Pandolfo. Were't not much trouble to your starry employments, I a poor mortal would entreat your furtherance In a terrestrial business. My Ephemeris lies, Or I foresee your errant: thus 'tis, thus. You had a neighbour called Antonio, A widower like yourself, whose only daughter Flavia, you love, and he as much admired Your child Sulpitia. Is not this right? Yes sir: O strange! Cricca admire in silence. You two decreed a counter-match betwixt you, And purposed to truck daughters. Is't not so? just as you say't. Cricca admire and wonder. This no such secret: look to yourself, he'll cheat you. Antonio after this match concluded, Having great sums of gold in Barbary, Desires of you before he consummate The rites of matrimony, he might go thither, For three months; but as now 'tis three and three Since he embarked, and is not yet returned. Now sir your business is to me, to know Whether Antonio be dead or living. I'll tell you instantly.
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Or hee, or some of his confederates. As thou respects thy life, looke to thy tongue, Albumazar has an Otacousticon. Bee silent, reuerent, and admire his skill, See what a promising countenance appeares: Stand still and wonder, wonder and stand still. Ronca, the bunch of planets new found out Hanging at th'end of my best Perspicill, Send them to Galilaeo at Padua; Let him bestow them where hee please. But th'starres Lately discouered 'twixt the hornes of Aries, Are as a present for Pandolfo's marriage, And henceforth stil'd Sidera Pandolfaea. My marriage Cricca! hee foresee's my marriage: O most Celestiall Albumazar! And sends y'a present from the head of Aries. My Almanacke made for th'meridian And herght of Iapan, giu't th'East Indy company: There may they smel the price of Cloues and Pepper, Munkies and China-dishes fiue yeares ensuing; And know th'successe o'th voyage of Magores. For in the volume of the Firmament Wee children of the starres reade things to come, As cleerely as poore mortals stories past In Speed or Hollingshead. The perpetual motion With a true larum in't to run twelue houres 'Fore Mahomets returne. Deliuer it safe T'a Turkie Factor, bid him with care present it From mee to th'house of Ottoman. I will sir. Pray you stand here, and wonder now for mee, Be astonish't at his Gorgon, for I cannot. Vpon my life he proues a meere Impostor. Peace, not a word, be silent and admire. As for the Issue of th'nezt Summers warres, Reueal't to none, keep't to thy selfe in secret, As touch-stone of my skill in Prophesie. Be gone. I goe sir. Signior Pandolfo, I pray you pardon me, Exoticall dispatches of great consequence Staid me; and casting the Nativitie O'th Cham of Tartary, and a priuate conference With a Mercuriall intelligence. Y'are welcome in a good houre, better minute, Best second, happiest third, fourth, fift, and scruple. Let the twelue houses of the Horoscope Be lodg'd with fortitudes, and fortunates, To make you blest in your designes Pandolfo. Wer't not much trouble to your starry imployments, I a poore mortall would intreat your furtherance In a terrestriall businesse. My Ephemeris lies, Or I fore-see your errant: thus 'tis, thus. You had a neighbour cal'd Antonio, A widdower like your selfe, whose onely daughter Flauia, you loue, and hee as much admir'd Your child Sulpitia. Is not this right? Yes sir: O strange! Cricca admire in silence. You two decreed a counter-match betwixt you, And purpos'd to truck daughters. Is't not so? Iust as you say't. Cricca admire and wonder. This no such secret: looke to your selfe, hee'l cheate you. Antonio after this match concluded, Hauing great summes of gold in Barbary, Desires of you before he consummate The rites of matrimony, hee might goe thither, For three months; but as now 'tis three and three Since he imbark't, and is not yet return'd. Now sir your businesse is to me, to know Whether Antonio be dead or liuing. I'le tell you instantly.