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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Was not the face I wore, far worse than this? But for thy comfort, Wench, Albumazar Hath died my thoughts so deep i'th' grain of Gentry, 'Tis not a glass can rob me of my good fashion, And Gentlemanly garb. Follow, my dear. I'll follow you. So, now you're fast enough. Help Armellina, help! I am fallen i'th' cellar: Bring a fresh plantain leaf, I have broke my shin. Thus have I caught m'a husband in a trap, And in good earnest mean to marry him. 'Tis a tough Clown and lusty: he works day & night; And rich enough for me, that have no portion But my poor service. Well: he's something foolish; The better can I domineer, and rule him At pleasure. That's the mark, and utmost height we women aim at. I am resolved; I'll have him. IN, Armellina, lock up Trincalo. I will, sir. Cricca, for this thy counsel, if't succeed, Fear not thy masters anger: I'll prefer thee And count thee as my Genius, or good fortune. It can not choose but take. I know his humour; And can at pleasure feather him with hopes, Making him fly what pitch I wish, and stoop When I show foul. But for the suit of clothes? I'll throw them o'er your garden wall. Away. Hast to Eugenio, and Sulpitia, Acquaint them with the business. I go. THe hopeful issue of thy counsel, Cricca, Brightens this evening, and makes it more excel The clearest day, than a grey morning doth The blindest midnight: raising my amorous thoughts To such a pitch of joy, that riches, honour, And other pleasures, to Sulpitia's love, Appear like Molehills to the Moon. Lelio? O there's the voice that in one note contains All cords of Music: How gladly she'll embrace The news I give her, and the messenger! Soft, soft, you're much mistaken: for in earnest, I am angry Lelio; and with you. Sweetest, those flames Rise from the sire of love, and soon will quench I'th' welcome news I bring you. Stand still I charge you By th'virtue of my lips; speak not a syllable As you expect a kiss should close my choler. For I must chide you. O my Sulpitia, Were every speech a Pistol charged with death, I'd stand them all in hope of that condition. First, sir, I hear, you teach Eugenio Too grave a wariness in your sister's love, And kill his honest forwardness of affection With your far-fet respects, suspicions, fears. You have your may-be's; this is dangerous: That course were better: for if so: and yet: Who knows? th'event is doubtful: be advised: 'Tis a young rashness: your father is your father: Take leisure to consider. Thus youhave considered Poor Flavia almost to her grave. Fie Lelio, Had this my smallness undertook the business, And done no more in four short winter days Than you in four months, I'd have vowed my maidenhead To th'living Tomb of a sad Nunnery. Which for your sake I loathe. Sweet by your favour
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Was not the face I wore, farre worse then this? But for thy comfort, Wench, Albumazar Hath died my thoughts so deep i'th' graine of Gentry, 'Tis not a glasse can rob mee of my good fashion, And Gentlemanly garbe. Follow, my deere. I'le follow you. So, now y'are fast enough. Help Armellina, help! I am fal'n i'th' cellar: Bring a fresh Plantane leafe, I haue broke my shinne. Thus haue I caught m'a husband in a trap, And in good earnest meane to marry him. 'Tis a tough Clowne and lusty: he works day & night; And rich enough for me, that haue no portion But my poore seruice. Well: hee's something foolish; The better can I dominere, and rule him At pleasure. That's the marke, and vtmost height Wee women aime at. I am resolu'd; I'le haue him. IN, Armellina, lock vp Trincalo. I will, sir. Cricca, for this thy counsell, if't succeed, Feare not thy maisters anger: I'le preferre thee And count thee as my Genius, or good fortune. It can not chuse but take. I know his humor; And can at pleasure feather him with hopes, Making him flye what pitch I wish, and stoope When I shew fowle. But for the sute of cloathes? I'le throw them o're your garden wall. Away. Hast to Eugenio, and Sulpitia, Acquaint them with the businesse. I go. THe hopefull issue of thy counsell, Cricca, Brightens this eu'ning, and makes it more excell The clearest day, then a gray morning doth The blindest midnight: raising my amorous thoughts To such a pitch of ioy, that riches, honour, And other pleasures, to Sulpitia's loue, Appeare like Mole-hils to the Moone. Lelio? O there's the voice that in one note containes All cords of Musick: How gladly shee'l embrace The newes I giue her, and the messenger! Soft, soft, y'are much mistaken: for in earnest, I am angry Lelio; and with you. Sweetest, those flames Rise from the sire of loue, and soone will quench I'th' welcome newes I bring you. Stand still I charge you By th'vertue of my lips; speake not a sillable As you expect a kisse should close my choler. For I must chide you. O my Sulpitia, Were euery speech a Pistoll charg'd with death, I'de stand them all in hope of that condition. First, sir, I heare, you teach Eugenio Too graue a warinesse in your sisters loue, And kill his honest forwardnesse of affection With your farre-fet respects, suspitions, feares. You haue your may-bee's; this is dangerous: That course were better: for if so: and yet: Who know's? th'euent is doubtfull: bee aduis'd: 'Tis a yong rashnesse: your father is your father: Take leasure to consider. Thus y'haue considered Poore Flauia almost to her graue. Fy Lelio, Had this my smalnesse vndertooke the businesse, And done no more in foure short winter daies Then you in foure monthes, I'de haue vow'd my maydenhead To th'liuing Tomb of a sad Nunnery. Which for your sake I loath. Sweete by your fauour