Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Sweet soul despair not, weep not thus, Unless you wish my heart should lifeblood drop, Fast as your eyes do tears. What is't you fear? First that you love me not. Not love my Flavia? Wrong not your judgement: rip up this amorous breast And in that Temple see a heart that burns I'th' vestal sacrifice of chastest love, Before your beauty's Deity. If so, Whence grows this coldness in soliciting My brother to the match? Consider sweetest, I have a father rival in my love; And though no duty, reverence, nor respect Have power to change my thoughts: yet 'tis not comely With open violence to withstand his will; But by fair courses try to divert his mind From disproportioned affections. And if I cannot, than nor fear of anger, Nor life, nor lands, shall cross our purposes. Comfort yourself sweet Flavia: for your brother seconds our hopes with his best services. But other fears oppress me: methinks I see Antonio my old father, new returned, Whom all intelligence gave drowned this three months, Enforcing me to marry th'fool Pandolfo, Thus to obtain Sulpitia for himself. And so last night I dreamed, and ever since Have been so scared, that if you haste not Expect my death. Dreams flow from thoughts of things we most desire, Or fear, and seldom prove true Prophets, would they did. Then were I now in full possession Of my best Flavia: as I hope I shall be. Sir, pray take your leave, this to no end, 'T will but increase your grief and hers. Farewell Sweet Flavia, rest contented with assurance Of my best love and service. Farewell Eugenio. FLavia I kiss your hands. Sulpitia I pray you pardon me, I saw you not. i'faith you have some fixed thoughts draw your eyes inward when you see not your friends before you. True, and I think the same that trouble you. Then 'tis the love of a young Gentleman, and bitter hatred of an old Dotard. 'Tis so, witness your brother Eugenio, and the rotten carcase of Pandolfo. Had I a hundred hearts, I should want room to entertain his love, and the other's hate. I could say as much, were't not sin to slander the dead. Miserable wenches, how have we offended our fathers, that they should make us the price of their dotage, the medicine of their griefs, that have more need of Physic ourselves? I must be frost-bitten with the cold of your Dad's winter, that mine may thaw his old ice with the Spring of your sixteen. I thank my dead mother that left me a woman's will in her last Testament: That's all the weapons we poor girls can use, and with that will I fight 'gainst father, friends, and kindred, and either enjoy Lelio, or die in the field in's quarrel. Sulpitia, you are happy that can withstand your fortune with so merry a resolution.
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Sweet soule despaire not, weep not thus, Vnlesse you wish my heart should life-bloud drop, Fast as your eyes do teares. What is't you feare? First that you loue me not. Not loue my Flauia? Wrong not your iudgement: rip vp this amorous brest And in that Temple see a heart that burne's I'th' vestall sacrifice of chastest loue, Before your beauties Deity. If so, Whence growes this coldnesse in soliciting My brother to the match? Consider sweetest, I haue a father riuall in my loue; And though no duty, reuerence, nor respect Haue power to change my thoughts: yet 'tis not comly With open violence to withstand his will; But by faire courses try to diuert his minde From disproportioned affections. And if I cannot, then nor feare of anger, Nor life, nor lands, shall crosse our purposes. Comfort your selfe sweet Flauia: for your brother Second's our hopes with his best seruices. But other feares oppresse mee: mee thinkes I see Aontonio my old father, new return'd, Whom all intelligence gaue drown'd this three monthes, Enforcing mee to marry th'foole Pandolfo, Thus to obtaine Sulpitia for himselfe. And so last night I dream'd, and euer since Haue bene so scar'd, that if you hast not Expect my death. Dreames flow from thoughts of things we most desire, Or feare, and seldome proue true Prophets, would they did. Then were I now in full possession Of my best Flauia: as I hope I shall be. Sir, pray take your leaue, this to no end, 'T will but encrease your griefe and hers. Farewell Sweete Flauia, rest contented with assurance Of my best loue and seruice. Farewell Eugenio. FLauia I kisse your hands. Sulpitia I pray you pardon mee, I saw you not. I faith you haue some fix't thoughts draw your eyes inward when you see not your friends before you. True, and I thinke the same that trouble you. Then 'tis the loue of a yong Gentleman, and bitter hatred of an old Dotard. 'Tis so, witnesse your brother Eugenio, and the rotten Karcase of Pandolfo. Had I a hundred hearts, I should want roome to entertaine his loue, and the other's hate. I could say as much, were't not sinne ro slander the dead. Miserable wenches, how haue we offended our fathers, that they should make vs the price of their dotage, the medcine of their griefes, that haue more need of Physick our selues? I must bee frost-bitten with the cold of your Dads winter, that mine may thaw his old ice with the Spring of your sixteene. I thank my dead mother that left mee a womans will in her last Testament: That's all the weapons we poore girles can vse, and with that will I fight 'gainst father, friends, and kindred, and either enioy Lelio, or dye in the field in's quarrell. Sulpitia, you are happy that can withstand your fortune with so merry a resolution.