Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars 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.
Believe me boy; thou hast a passionate tongue, Lively expression, or thy memory Hath carried thy lesson well away, But wherefore mourns thy Lady? Sir, you know, And would to God I did not know myself. Ah 'las, it cannot be for love to me, When last I saw her she reviled me (boy) With bitterest words, and wished me never more To approach her sight, and for my marriage, now I do sustain it, as a penance, due To the desert, that made her banish me. Sir, I dare swear, she did presume, no words Nor dangers, had been powerful to restrain Your coming to her, when she gave the charge— But are you married truly? Why my Boy? Dost think I mock myself, I sent her gloves. The gloves she has returned you Sir by me, And prays you give them to some other Lady That you'll deceive next, and be perjured to. Sure you have wronged her Sir, she bade me tell you, She ne'er thought goodness dwelled in many men, But what there was of goodness in the world, She thought you had it all, but now she sees The jewel she esteemed is counterfeit That, you are but a common man, yourself, A traitor to her, and her virtuous love; That all men are betrayers and their breasts As full of dangerous gulphes, as is the S, Where any woman thinking to find harbour, She and her honour are precipitated, And never to be brought with safety off: alas my hapless Lady, desolate, Distressed, forsaken Virgin. Sure this Boy Is of an excellent nature, who so newly ta'en to her service, feels his Mistress grief, As he and they were old familiar friends, Why weep'st thou gentle Ld? Who hath one tear, And would not save't from all occasions, From Brother's slaughters, and from mother's deaths To spend it here, for my distressed Lady; But Sir my Lady did command me beg To see your wife, that I may bear to her The sad report, what creature could make you Untie the hand-fast plighted unto her. Wife, wife, come forth now— Gentle boy, be judge If such a face as this being paid with scorn By her I did adore, had not full power To make me marry. By the God of Love, she's a fair Creature, but faith should be fairer. My Lady, Gentle Mistress, one that thought She had some interest in this Gentleman, (Who now is onelie yours) Commaunded m To kiss your white hand, and to sigh and weep, And wish you that content she should have had In the fruition of her Love you hold, She bad me say, God give you joy, to both; Yet this withal (if ye were married) No one, her footsteps ever more should meet, Nor see her face, but in a winding sheet.
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Beleeue me boy▪ thou hast a passionate tong, Liuey expression, or thy memorie Hath carried thy lesson well away, But wherefore mournes thy Ladie? Sir, you know, And would to God I did not know my selfe. Ah las, it cannot be for loue to me, When last I saw her shee reuil'd me (boy) With bitter'st words, and wish't me neuer more To approch her sight, and for my marriage, now I doe sustaine it, as a pennance, due To the desert, that made her bannish me. Sir, I dare sweare, she did presume, no words Nor dangers, had beene powerfull to restraine Your comming to her, when she gaue the charge— But are you married truely? Why my Boy? Dost think I mock my selfe, I sent her gloues. The gloues she ha's return'd you Sir by me, And praies you giue them to some other Ladie That you'll deceiue next, and be eiur'd to. Sure you haue wrong'd her Sir, she bad me tell you, She ne're thought goodnesse dwelt in many men, But what there was of goodnesse in the world, Shee thought you had it all, but now shee sees The jewell she esteem'd is counterfeit That, you are but a common man, your selfe, A traitor to her, and her vertuous loue; That all men are betraiers and their breasts As full of dangerous gulphes, as is the S, Where any woman thinking to finde Harbr, Shee and her honor are praecipitated, And neuer to be brought with safetie off: Ahlas my haplesse Ladie, desolate, Distrest, forsaken Virgin. Sure this Boy Is of an excellent nature, who so newly Tane to her seruice, feeles his Mistresse griefe, As he nd they were old familir frinds, Why weep'st thou gentle Ld? Who hath one teare, And would not sau't from all occasions, From Brothers slaughters, and from mothers deaths To spend it heere, for my Ladie; But Sir my Ladie did comund me begg To see your wife, that I may bare to her The sad report, what creature could make you Vntie the hnd-fast plighted vnto her. Wife, wife, come forth-now Gentle boy, be iudge If such a face as this being paid with scorne By her I did adore, had not full power To make me marrie. By the God of Loue, Shees a faire Creature, but faith should be fairer. My Ladie, Gentle Mistresse, one that thought Shee had some intrest in this Gentleman, (Who now is onelie yours) Commaunded m To kisse your white hand, and to figh and weepe, And wish you that content she should haue had In the frition of her Loue you hold, She ad me say, God giue you ioy, to both; Yet this withall (if ye were married) No one, her foot-steps euer more should meee, Nor see her face, but in a winding sheete.