Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
'tis needless Master Bold, but I will do Any thing you require to satisfy you, Why should you doubt, I will forbid the banes, For so your friend, here told me? I should rather Doubt that you will not marry. Madam by heaven, as fully I am resolved to marry now, And will to, if you do not hinder it, As ever lover was, only because The World has taken notice of some passage Twixt you and me, and then to satisfy My sweet heart here, who poor soul is a feared, To have some public disgrace put upon her, I do require some small thing at your hands. Well, I will do it and this profess beside, Married, you shall as welcome be to me As mine own brother, and yourself fair Lady, Even as myself, both to my board, and bed. Ah, ah, how like you that? Now she begins, abundant thanks unto your widowhood. zounds my Fathers asleep on's wedding day, I wondered where his cough was all this while. I pray forbear the chamber, noise does hurt her. Her sickness I guess rather of the mind Than of her body, for her pulse beats well, Her vital functions not decayed a whit, But have their natural life and operation. My Lord, be cheered, I have an ingredient about me, Shall make her well I doubt not. In Master Parson, it shall be yours I pray, The soul's Physician should have still the way. How cheers she pray? In troth exceeding ill. A very weak woman indeed she is, and surely I think cannot scape it. Did you mark how she eyed the Physician? Oh God I, she is very loath to die. I that's ne'er the better sign, I can tell you. And when the Parson came to her, she turned away, And still let the Physician hold her by the hand. But see what thought the Bridegroom takes, my conscience knows now, this is a most preposterous match, yet for the commodity, we wink at all inconveniency. My Lord, my Lord. ump, ump, ump, I beshrew you for waking of me, now shall I have such a fit of coughing, hum, hum— Oh hapless wife, that shall have thee, that either must let thee sleep continually, or be kept waking herself by the cough. You have a proper Gentleman to your son, my Lord, he were fitter for this young Lady than you. D''ee mark that again? Oh sweet widow. He a wife, he a fools head of his own. No, of my Fathers. What should he do with a ump, ump? What with a cough? why he would spit, and that's more than you can do. Your bride my Lord is dead. Marry, e'en God be with her, grief will not help it, ump, ump, ump. A most excellent spouse.
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T'is needlesse Master Bould, but I will doe Any thing you require to satisfie you, Why should you doubt, I will forbid the banes, For so your friend, heere tould me? I should rather Doubt that you will not marrie. Madam by heauen, as fully I am resolu'd to marry now, And will to, if you doe not hinder it, As euer louer was, only because The World has taken notice of some passage Twixt you and me, and then to satisfie My sweet heart heere, who poore soule is a feard, To haue some publike disgrace put vpon her, I doe require some small thing at your hands. Well, I will doe it and ths professe besides, Married, you shall as welcome be to mee As mine owne brother, and your selfe faire Ladie, Euen as my selfe, both to my boord, and bed. Ah, ah, how like you that? Now she begins, abundant thanks vnto your widdow-hood. Z'oones my Fathers a sleepe on's wedding day, I wonder'd where his cough was all this while. I pray forbeare the chamber, noise does hurt her. Her sickenesse I ghesse rather of the minde Than of her bodie, for her pulse beates well, Her vitall functions not decaid a whit, But haue their naturall life and operation. My Lord, be cheer'd, I haue an ingredient about me, Shall make her well I doubt not. In Master Parson, it shall be yours I pray, The soules Physition should haue still the way. How cheeres she pray? In toth exceeding il ▪ A verie weake woman indeed she is, and surely I thinke cannot scape it. Did you marke how she ey'de the Physition? Oh God I, she is very loath to die. I that's n'ere the better signe, I can tell you. And when the Parson came to her, she turn'd away, And still let the Physicion hold her by the hand. But see what thought the Bride-groome takes, my conscience knowes now, this is a most praeposterous match, yet for the commoditie, we winck at all inconueniencie. My Lord, my Lord. Vmp, vmp, vmp, I beshrow you for waking of me, now shall I haue such a fit of coughing, hum, hum— Oh haplesse wife, that shall haue thee, that either must let thee sleepe continually, or be kept waking her selfe by the cough. You haue a proper Gentleman to your sonne, my Lord, he were fitter for this yong Ladie than you. D'ee marke that againe? Oh sweet widdow. He a wife, he a fooles head of his owne. No, of my Fathers. What should he doe with a vmp, vmp? What with a cough? why he would spit, and that's more than you can doe. Your bride my Lord is dead. Marrie, e'ne God be with her, griefe will not helpe it, vmp, vmp, vmp. A most excellent spouse.