Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I am poor in words, but credit me young man Thy mother could do no more but weep, for joy to see thee After long absence, all the wounds I have, Fetched not so much away, nor all the cries Of widowed mothers: But this is peace And that was war. Pardon thou holy god Of marriage bed, and frown not, I am forced In answer of such noble tears as these, To weep upon my wedding day. I fear thou art grown too cruel, for I hear A Lady mourns for thee, men say to death, forsaken of thee, on what terms I know not. She had my promise, but the King forbade it, And made me make this worthy change, thy sister Accompanied with graces about her, With whom I long to lose my lusty youth, And grow old in her arms. Be prosperous. My Lord the masker's rage for you. We are gone, Cleon, Strato, Diphilus. we'll all attend you, we shall trouble you With our solemnities. Not so Amintor. But if you laugh at my rude carriage In sports, i'll do as much for you in war When you come thither, but I have a mistress To bring to your delights, rough though I am, I have a mistress and she has a heart She says, but trust me, it is stone, no better, There is no place that I can challenge gentlemen, But you stand still, and here my way lies. Diagoras look to the doors better for shame, you let in all the world, and anon the King will be angry with me, why very well said, by Ioue the King will have the show o'th' the Court; Why do you swear so my Lord, You know he'll have it here. By this light if he be wise, he will not. And if he will not be wise, you are forsworn. One must sweat out his heart with swearing, & get Thanks on no side, i'll be gone, look to't who will. My Lord I shall never keep them out, Your looks will terrify them. My looks terrify them, you coxcombly ass, I'll be judge by all the company, whether thou hast not a worse face than I. I mean because they know you, and your office. Office, I would I could put it off, I am sure I sweat quite through in my office, I might have made room at my daughter's wedding, they ha' near killed her amongst them. But now I must do service for him that hath forsaken her, serve that will. he's so humorous since his daughter was forsaken? hark, hark, whose's there, codes, codes, What now? Open the door. Who is't. Melantius. I hope your Lordship brings no troup, for if you do, I must return them. None but this Lady sir. The Ladies are all placed above, save those that come in the king's troup, the best of Rhodes sit there, there is no room.
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I am poore in words, but credit me young man Thy mother could do no more but weep, for ioy to see thee After long absence, all the wound I haue, Fetcht not so much away, nor all the cries Of widdowed mothers: But this is peace And that was warre. Pardon thon holy god Of marriage bed, and frowne not, I am for'st In answere of such noble teares as these, To weepe vpon my weding day. I feare thou art grown too ruell, for I heare A Lady mournes for thee, men say to death, orsaken of thee, on what tearmes I know not. She had my promise, but the King fobad it, And made me make this worthy change, thy sister Accompanied with graces about her, With whom I long to loose my lusty youth, And grow olde in her armes. Be prosperous. My Lord the maskes rage for you. We are gone, Cleon, Strato, Diphilus. Weele all attend you, we shall trouble you With our solemnities. Not so Amintor. But if you laugh at my rude carriage In sports, il'e doe as much for you in warre When you come thither, but I haue a mistresse To bring to your delights, rough though I am, I haue a mistresse and she has a heart She saies, but trust me, it is stone, no better, There is no place that I can challenge gentlemen, But you stand still, and here my way lies. Diagoras looke to the dores better for shame, you let in all the world, and anon the King will be angry with me, why very well said, by Ioue the King wil haue the show 'th the Court; Why doe you sweare so my Lord, You know heele haue it here. By this light if he be wise, he will not. And if he will not be wise, you are forsworne. One must sweat out his heart with swearing, & get Thankes on no side, ile be gone, looke too't who will. My Lord I shall neuer keepe them out, Your lookes will terrifie them. My lookes terrifie them, you coxcomely asse, le be iudge by all the company, whether thou hast not a worse face then I. I meane because they know you, and your office. Office, I would I could put it off, I am sure I sweat quite through in my office, I might haue made room at my daughters wedding, they ha neere kild her amongst them. But now I must doe seruice for him that hath forsaken her, serue that will. Hee's so humerous since his daughter was forsaken? hark, hark, whose there, codes, codes, What now? Open the dore. Who i'st. Melantius. I hope your Lord-ship brings no troope, for i you doe, I must returne them. None but this Lady sir. The Ladies are all plac'd aboue, saue those that come in the Kings troope, the best of Rhodes sit there, ere is no roome.