Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 40 of 43
Haughton, William · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 [Feb 18-May 9, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Master Pisaro, follow mine advice: You see the Gentleman cannot escape, Then let him straight be wedded to your Daughter; So during life time, she shall hold his Land, When now (being nor kith nor kin to him) For all the deed of Gift, that he hath sealed, His younger Brother will enjoy the Land. Marry my Daughter: no by’r lady. Hear you Alvaro, my Friend counsel me, Seeing young M. Haruie is so sick, To marry him incontinent to my Daughter. Or else the gift he hath bestowed, is vain: Marry and he recover; no my Son, I will not lose thy love, for all his Land. hear you padre, do no lose his Lands, his hundred pont. anno 'tis wort to havar; let him have de matresse Marina in de marriage, 'tis but vor me to attendre une day more: if he will no die, I sal give him such a Drink, sush a Potion sal make him give de Bonos noches to all de world. Alvaro, here's my Keys, take all I have, My Money, Plate, Wealth, jewels, Daughter too: Now God be thanked, that I have a Daughter, worthy to be Alvaro's bed fellow: Oh how I do admire and praise thy wit, I'll straight about it: Hear you Master Moore. Nay sayth he's sick, therefore though he be come, yet he can do you no good; there's no remedy but even to put yourself into the hands of the Italian, that by that time that he hath passed his growth, young Haruie will be in case to come upon it with a size of fresh force. Is my Love come, & sick? ay, now thou lovest me, How my heart joys: Oh God, get I my will, I'll drive away that Sickness with a kiss: I need not feign, for I could weep for joy. It shall be so; come hither Daughter. Master Haruie, that you may see my love Comes from a single heart unfeignedly, See here my Daughter, her I make thine own: Nay look not strange, before these Gentlemen, I freely yield Marina for thy Wife. Stay, stay good sir, forbear this idle work, My soul, is labouring for a higher place, Than this vain transitory world can yield: What, would you wed your Daughter to a Grave? For this is but Death's model in man's shape: You and Alvaro happy live together: Happy were I, to see you live together. Come sir, I trust you shall do well again: Here, here, it must be so; God give you joy, And bless you (not a day to live together.) Hott ye brother, will ye let den ander heb your Wive? nempt haer, nempt haer yourself? No, no; tush you be de fool, here be dat sal spoil de marriage of hem: you have deceue me of de fine Wensh signior Harvey, but I sal deceive you of de mush Land. Are all things sure Father, is all dispatched?
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Maiſter Piſaro, follow mine aduice: You ſee the Gentleman cannot eſcape, Then let him ſtraight be wedded to your Daughter; So during life time, ſhe ſhall hold his Land, When now (beeing nor kith nor kin to him) For all the deed of Gift, that he hath ſeald, His younger Brother will inioy the Land. Marry my Daughter: no birlady. Heare you Aluaro, my Friend counſaile mee, Seeing young M. Haruie is ſo ſicke, To marry him incontinent to my Daughter. Or elſe the gift he hath beſtowde, is vaine: Marry and hee recouer; no my Sonne, I will not looſe thy loue, for all his Land. Here you padre, do no loſe his Lands, his hundred pont per anno tis wort to hauar; let him haue de matreſſe Marina in de mariage, tis but vor me to attendre vne day more: if he will no die, I ſal giue him ſuſh a Drincke, ſuſh a Potion ſal mak him giue de Bonos noches to all de world. Aluaro, here's my Keyes, take all I haue, My Money, Plate, Wealth, Iewels, Daughter too: Now God be thanked, that I haue a Daughter, worthy to be Aluaroes bed fellow: Oh how I doe admire and prayſe thy wit, Ile ſtraight about it: Heare you Maiſter Moore. Nay ſayth hee's ſicke, therefore though hee be come, yet he can doe you no good; there's no remedy but euen to put your ſelfe into the hands of the Italian, that by that time that he hath paſt his grouth, young Haruie will be in caſe to come vpon it with a ſiſe of freſh force. Is my Loue come, & ſicke? I, now thou loueſt me, How my heart ioyes: Oh God, get I my will, Ile driue away that Sickneſſe with a kiſſe: I need not faine, for I could weepe for ioy. It ſhall be ſo; come hither Daughter. Maiſter Haruie, that you may ſee my loue Comes from a ſingle heart vnfaynedly, See heere my Daughter, her I make thine owne: Nay looke not ſtrange, before theſe Gentlemen, I freely yeeld Marina for thy Wife. Stay, ſtay good ſir, forbeare this idle worke, My ſoule, is labouring for a higher place, Then this vaine tranſitorie world can yeeld: What, would you wed your Daughter to a Graue? For this is but Deaths modell in mans ſhape: You and Aluaro happie liue togeather: Happy were I, to ſee you liue togeather. Come ſir, I truſt you ſhall doe well againe: Heere, heere, it muſt be ſo; God giue you ioy, And bleſſe you (not a day to liue togeather.) Hort ye broder, will ye let den ander heb your Wiue? nempt haer, nempt haer your ſelue? No, no; tuſh you be de foole, here be dat ſal ſpoyle de mariage of hem: you haue deceue me of de fine Wenſh ſignor Haruey, but I ſal deceue you of de muſh Land. Are all things ſure Father, is all diſpatch'd?