Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 41 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 T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
What interest we have, we yield it you: Are you now satisfied, or rests there ought? Nay Father, nothing doth remain, but thanks: Thanks to yourself first, that disdaining me, Yet loud my Lands, and for them gave a Wife. But next, unto Alvaro let me turn, To courteous gentle loving kind Alvaro, That rather then to see me die for love, For very love, would lose his beauteous Love. Ha, ha, ha. signior Alvaro, give him de ting quickly sal make hem die, autremant you sal lose de fine Wensh. Oyime che havesse allhora appressata la mano all mio core, o suen curato ate, I che longo sei tu arrivato, o cieli, o terra. Am I awake? or do deluding Dreams Make that seem true, which most my soul did fear? Nay faith Father, it's very certain true, I am as well as any man on earth: Am I sick sirs? Look here, is Haruie sick? What shall I do? What shall I say? Did not you counsel me to wed my Child? What Potion? Where's your help, your remedy. I hope more happy Stars will reign today, And don Alvaro have more company. Now Anthony, this cottons as it should, And every thing sorts to his wished effect: Haruie joys Moll: my Dutchman and the French, Thinking all sure, laughs at Alvaro's hap; But quickly I shall mar that merry vain, And make your Fortune's equal with your Friends. Sirrah Mowche, what answer brought you back? Will master Balsaro come, as I requested? Master Balsaro; I know not who you mean. Know you not Ass, did I not send thee for him? Did not I bid thee bring him, with the Parson? What answer made he, will he come or no? Sent me for him: why sir, you sent not me, I neither went for him, nor for the Parson: I am glad to see your Worship is so merry. Hence you forgetful dolt: Look down who knocks? Oh Master, hang yourself: nay never stay for a session's: Master Vandal confess yourself, desire the people to pray for you; for your Bride she is gone: Laurentia is run away. Oh de Diabolo, de mal-fortune: is matresse Laurentia gaen awech? First tell me that I am a lifeless corpse; Tell me of Doomsday, tell me what you will, Before you say Laurentia is gone. Master Vandal, how do you feel yourself? What, hang the head? fie man for shame I say, Look not so heavy on your marriage day. Oh blame him not, his grief is quickly spied, That is a Bridegroom, and yet wants his Bride. Master Pisaro, and Gentlemen, good day to all: According sir, as you requested me, This morn I made repair unto the Tower, Where as Laurentia now was married: And sir, I did expect your coming thither; Yet in your absence, we performed the rites: Therefore I pray sir, bid God give them joy.
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What intreſt we haue, we yeeld it you: Are you now ſatisfied, or reſtes there ought? Nay Father, nothing doth remaine, but thankes: Thankes to your ſelfe firſt, that diſdayning mee, Yet loude my Lands, and for them gaue a Wife. But next, vnto Aluaro let me turne, To courtious gentle louing kind Aluaro, That rather then to ſee me die for loue, For very loue, would looſe his beawtious Loue. Ha, ha, ha. Signor Aluaro, giue him de ting quickly ſal make hem dy, autremant you ſal loſe de fine Wenſh. Oyime che haueſse allhora appreſſata la mano al mio core, ô ſuen curato ate, I che longo ſei tu arriuato, ô cieli, ô terra. Am I awake? or doe deluding Dreames Make that ſeeme true, which moſt my ſoule did feare? Nay fayth Father, it's very certaine true, I am as well as any man on earth: Am I ſicke ſirres? Looke here, is Haruie ſicke? What ſhall I doe? What ſhall I ſay? Did not you counſaile mee to wed my Childe? What Potion? Where's your helpe, your remedy. I hope more happy Starres will reigne to day, And don Aluaro haue more company. Now Anthony, this cottens as it ſhould, And euery thing ſorts to his wiſh'd effect: Haruie ioyes Moll: my Dutchman and the French, Thinking all ſure, laughs at Aluaros hap; But quickly I ſhall marre that merrie vaine, And make your Fortunes equall with your Friends. Sirra Mowche, what anſwere brought you backe? Will maiſter Balſaro come, as I requeſted? Maiſter Balſaro; I know not who you meane. Know you not Aſſe, did I not ſend thee for him? Did not I bid thee bring him, with the Parſon? What anſwere made hee, will hee come or no? Sent me for him: why ſir, you ſent not mee, I neither went for him, nor for the Parſon: I am glad to ſee your Worſhip is ſo merrie. Hence you forgetfull dolt: Looke downe who knockes? Oh Maiſter, hange your ſelfe: nay neuer ſtay for a Seſsions: Maiſter Vandalle confeſſe your ſelfe, deſire the people to pray for you; for your Bride ſhee is gone: Laurentia is run away. Oh de Diabolo, de mal-fortune: is matreſſe Laurentia gaen awech? Firſt tell mee that I am a liueleſſe coarſe; Tell mee of Doomes-day, tell mee what you will, Before you ſay Laurentia is gone. Maiſter Vandalle, how doe you feele your ſelfe? What, hang the head? fie man for ſhame I ſay, Looke not ſo heauie on your marriage day. Oh blame him not, his griefe is quickly ſpide, That is a Bridegroome, and yet wants his Bride. Maiſter Piſaro, and Gentlemen, good day to all: According ſir, as you requeſted mee, This morne I made repaire vnto the Tower, Where as Laurentia now was married: And ſir, I did expect your comming thither; Yet in your abſence, wee perform'd the rites: Therefore I pray ſir, bid God giue them ioy.