Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I am glad you're so resolved. And since, with us, you find that match unequal, Let's all entreat you to bestow your daughter Upon his son Eugenio. Son, at your pleasure Dispose of Flavia, with my full consent. And as you judge him worthy your daughter Flavia, Think me no less of his Sulpitia. I do; and ever had desire to match Into that family; and now I find myself Old, weak, unfit for marriage, you shall enjoy her, If I can work Pandolfo by entreaty: To deal with him with reason and entreaties, Is to persuade a madman: for his love Makes him no less. All speeches opposite T'his fixed desire, and love-corrupted judgement, Seem extreme fooleries. Will he consent To give his daughter to your son, and you Deny him Flavia? Shall Eugenio Expect or land or love from old Pandolfo, Being his open rival? 'tis impossible. He sought to cozen you; therefore resolve To pay him in's own money. Be but advised By my poor counsel, and one stroke shall cut The root of his designs, and with his arrows Strike his own plot so dead, that Albumazar With all his stars and instruments, shall never Give it fresh motion. Cricca, to thy direction We yield ourselves, manage us at thy pleasure. Speak quickly Cricca. The ground of all this business, Is to catch Trincalo, and lock him fast Till I release him: next, that no man whisper Th'least word of your return. Then will I home, And with a cheerful look tell my old master, That Trincalo— but stay, look where he comes, Let's in, and there at leisure I'll inform you From point to point. Lelio, detain him here, Till I send Armellina down to second you. Cross him in nothing, call him Antonio, And good enough. Fear not, let me alone. THis rascal Cricca with his arguments Of malice, so disturbs my gentle thoughts, That I half doubt I am not what I seem: But that will soon be cleared; if they receive me In at Antonio's house, I am Antonio. signor Antonio my most loving father? Blessed be the day and hour of your return. Son Lelio? a blessing on my child, I pray thee tell me, How fares my servant Armellina? well? Have you forgot my sister Flavia? What my dear daughter Flavia? no, but first Call Armellina: for this day we'll celebrate A gleek of Marriages: Pandolfo and Flavia, Sulpitia and myself, and Trincalo With Armellina. Call her, good Lelio, quickly. I will sir. So: this is well that Lelio Confesseth me his father. Now I am perfect, Perfect Antonio. signor Antonio! My long expected Master! O Armellina! Come let me kiss thy brow like my own daughter. Sir 'tis too great a favour. I kiss your foot. What fallen? Alas! how feeble you are grown, With your long travel?
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I am glad y'are so resolu'd. And since, with vs, you finde that match vnequall, Let's all intreate you to bestow your daughter Vpon his sonne Eugenio. Sonne, at your pleasure Dispose of Flauia, with my full consent. And as you iudge him worthy your daughter Flauia, Thinke me no lesse of his Sulpitia. I do; and euer had desire to match Into that family; and now I finde my selfe Old, weake, vnfit for marriage, you shall enioy her, If I can worke Pandolfo by intreatie: To deale with him with reason and intreaties, Is to perswade a mad-man: for his loue Makes him no lesse. All speeches opposite T'his fixt desire, and loue-corrupted iudgement, Seeme extreame fooleries. Will hee consent To giue his daughter to your sonne, and you Deny him Flauia? Shall Eugenio Expect or land or loue from old Pandolfo, Being his open riuall? 'tis impossible. He sought to cosen you; therefore resolue To pay him in's owne money. Be but aduis'd By my poore counsaile, and one stroke shall cut The root of his designes, and with his arrowes Strike his owne plot so dead, that Albumazar With all his starres and instruments, shall neuer Giue it fresh motion. Cricca, to thy direction We yeeld our selues, manage vs at thy pleasure. Speake quickly Cricca. The ground of all this businesse, Is to catch Trincalo, and locke him fast Till I release him: next, that no man whisper Th'least word of your returne. Then will I home, And with a cheerefull looke tell my old master, That Trincalo— but stay, looke where he comes, Let's in, and there at leasure I'le informe you From poynt to poynt. Lelio, detaine him here, Till I send Armellina downe to second you. Crosse him in nothing, call him Antonio, And good enough. Feare not, let me alone. THis rascall Cricca with his arguments Of malice, so disturbes my gentle thoughts, That I halfe doubt I am not what I seeme: But that will soone bee clear'd; if they receiue mee In at Antonio's house, I am Antonio. Signior Antonio my most louing father? Blest be the day and houre of your returne. Son Lelio? a blessing on my child, I pray thee tell mee, How fares my seruant Armellina? well? Haue you forgot my sister Flauia? What my deere daughter Flauia? no, but first Call Armellina: for this day wee'l celebrate A gleeke of Marriages: Pandolfo and Flauia, Sulpitia and my selfe, and Trincalo With Armellina. Call her, good Lelio, quickly. I will sir. So: this is well that Lelio Confesseth mee his father. Now I am perfect, Perfect Antonio. SIgnior Antonio! My long expected Maister! O Armellina! Come let mee kisse thy brow like my owne daughter. Sir 'tis too great a fauour. I kisse your foote. What falne? Alas! how feeble you are growne, With your long trauel?