Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
All we that are called Women, know as well as men, it were a far more Noble thing to grace where we are graced, and give respect there where we are respected: yet we practise a wilder course, and never bend our eyes on men with pleasure, till they find the way to give us a neglect: than we, too late, perceive the loss of what we might have had, and dote to death. Sister yonder's your Servant, with a gentlewoman with him. Where? Close at the door. alas I am undone, I fear he is betrothed. What kind of woman is she? A most ill favoured one, with her mask on: And how her face should mend the rest I know not. But yet her mind is of a milder stuff than mine was. Now I see him, if my heart swell not again (away thou woman's pride) so that I cannot speak a gentle word to him, let me not live. By your leave here. How now, what new trick invites you hither? Ha' you a fine device again? Faith this is the finest device I have now: How dost thou sweet heart? Why very well, so long as I may please You my dear Lover: I nor can, nor will Be ill when you are well, well when you are ill. O thy sweet temper: what would I have given, that lady had been like thee: seest thou her? that face (my love) joined with thy humble mind, had made a wench indeed. Alas my love, what God hath done, I dare not think to mend: I use no paint, nor any drugs of Art, my hands and face will show it. Why what thing have you brought to show us there? do you take money for it? A Godlike thing, not to be bought for money: 'tis my Mistress: in whom there is no passions, nor no scorn: what I will is for law; pray you salute her. Salute her? by this good light I would not kiss her for half my wealth. Why, why pray you? You shall see me do't afore you: look you. Now fie upon thee, a beast would not have done I would not kiss thee of a month to gain a Kingdom. Marry you shall not be troubled. Why was there ever such a Meg as this? Sure thou art mad. I was mad once, when I loved pictures: for what are shape and colours else, but pictures? in that tawny hide there lies an endless mass of virtues; when all your red & white ones want it. And this is she you are to marry, is't not? Yes indeed isis. God give you joy. Amen. I thank you, as unknown, for your good wish. The like to you, whenever you shall wed. O gentle spirit. You thank me? I pray Keep your breath nearer you, I do not like it. I would not willingly offend at all: Much less a lady of your worthy parts. Sweet, Sweet. I do not think this woman can by nature be thus, Thus ugly: sure she's some common Strumpet, Deformed with exercise of sin.
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All we that are cal'd Women, know as well as men, it were a farre more Noble thing to grace where wee are grac't, and giue respect there where wee are respected: yet we practise a wilder corse, and neuer bend our eyes on men with pleasure, till they finde the way to giue vs a neglect: then we, too late, the losse of what we might haue had, and dote to death. Sister yonders your Seruant, with a gentlewoman with him. VVhere? Close at the dore. Ahlas I am vndone, I feare he is betroth'd. VVhat kind of woman is she? A most ill fauoured one, with her Masque on: And how her face should mend the rest I know not. But yet her minde is of a milder stuffe then mine was. Now I see him, if my heart swell not againe (away thou womans pride) so that I cannot speake a gentle word to him, let me not liue. By your leaue here. How now, what new tricke inuites you hither? Ha' you a fine deuice againe? Faith this is the finest deuice I haue now: How dost thou sweet heart? VVhy very well, so long as I may please You my deare Louer: I nor can, nor will Be ill when you are well, well when you are ill. O thy sweet temper: what would I haue giuen, that lady had beene like thee: seest thou her? that face (my loue) joynd with thy humble minde, had made a wench indeede. Alas my loue, wha God hath done, I dare not thinke to mend: I vse no paint, nor any drugs of Arte, my hands and face will shew it. VVhy what thing haue you brought to shew vs there? doe you take money for it? A Godlike thing, not to be bought for money: tis my Mistres: in hom there is no passions, nor no scorne: what I will is for law; pray you salute her. Salute her? by this good light I would not kisse her for halfe my vvealth. Why, why pray you? You shall see me do't afore you: looke you. Now fie vpon thee, a beast would not haue don I would not kisse thee of a month to gaine a Kingdome. Marry you shall not be troubled. VVhy was there euer such a Meg as this? Sure thou art madd. I was mad once, when I lou'd pictures: for what shape and colours else, but pictures? in that tawny hide there lies an endles masse of vertues; when all your red & white ones want it. And this is she you are to marry, is't not? Yes indeed is. God giue you joy. Amen. I thanke you, as vnknowne, for your good wish. The like to you, when euer you shall wed. O gentle spirit. You thanke me? I pray Keepe your breath neerer you, I doe not like it. I would not willingly offend at all: Much lesse a lady of your worthy parts. Sweet, Sweet. I doe not thinke this woman can by nature be thus, Thus vgly: sure shee's some common Strumpet, Deform'd with exercise of sinne.