Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Is flesh so earthly to endure all this, Are these the joys of marriage, Hymen keep This story (that will make succeeding youth Neglect thy ceremonies) from all ears. Let it not rise up for thy shame and mine To after ages, we will scorn thy laws, If thou no better bless them, touch the heart Of her whom thou hast sent me, or the world Shall know this, not an altar then will smoke In praise of thee, we will adopt us sons, Than virtue shall inherit and not blood, If we do lust, we'll take the next we meet; Serving ourselves as other creatures do, And never take note of the female more, Nor of her issue: I do rage in vain, She cannot jest; Oh pardon me my love, So dear the thoughts are which I hold of thee, That I must break forth; satisfy my fear, It is a pain beyond the pain of death, To be in doubt; confirm it with an oath, If this be true. Do you invent the form, Let there be in it all the binding words Devils and conjurers can put together, And I will take it, I have sworn before, And here by all things holy do again, Never to be acquainted with thy bed, Is your doubt over now. I know too much, would I had doubted still, Was ever such a marriage night as this: You powers above, if you did ever mean Man should be used thus, you have thought a way How he may bear himself, and save his honour: Instant me with it, for to my dull eyes There is no mean, no moderate course to run, I must live scorned or be a murderer: Is there a third, why is this night so calm, Why does not heaven speak in thunder to us, And drown their voice. This rage will do no good. Euadne, hear me, thou hast ta'en an oath, But such a rash one, that to keep it were Worse than to swear it, call it back to thee, Such vows as that never ascend the heaven, A tear or two will wash it quite away, Have mercy on my youth, my hopeful youth, If thou be pitiful, for without boast This land was proud of me, what Lady was there That men called fair, and virtuous in this Isle That would have shunned my love, it is in thee To make me hold this worth— Oh we vain men That trust all our reputation To rest upon the weak and yielding hand Of feeble woman, but thou art not stone, Thy flesh is soft, and in thine eyes do dwell The spirit of love, thy heart cannot be hard, Come lead me from the bottom of despair, To all the joys thou hast, I know thou wilt. And make me careful lest the sudden change o'ercome my spirits. When I call back this oath, the pains of hell environ me.
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Is flesh so earthly to endure all this, Are these the ioyes of mariage, Hymen keepe This story (that will make succeeding youth Neglect thy ceremonies) from all eares. Let it not rise vp for thy shame and mine To after ages, we will scorne thy lawes, If thou no better blesse them, touch the heart Of her whom thou hast sent me, or the world Shall know this, not an altar then will smoake In praise of thee, we will adopt vs sonnes, Then vertue shall inherit and not blood, If we doe lust, we'le take the next we meet; Seruing our selues as other creatures do, And neuer take note of the female more, Nor of her issue: I doe rage in vaine, She cannot iest; Oh pardon me my loue, So deare the thoughts are which I hold of thee, That I must breake forth; satisfie my feare, It is a paine beyond the paine of death, To be in doubt; confirme it with an oath, If this be true. Doe you inuent the forme, Let there be in it all the binding wordes Diuels and coniurers can put together, And I will take it, I haue sworne before, And here by all things holy doe againe, Neuer to be acquainted with thy bed, Is your doubt ouer now. I know too much, would I had doubted still, Was euer such a mariage night as this: You powers aboue, if you did euer meane Man should be vs'd thus, you haue thought a way How he may beare himselfe, and saue his honour: Instant me with it, for to my dull eyes There is no meane, no moderate course to runne, I must liue scorn'd or be a murderer: Is there a third, why is this night so calme, Why does not heauen speake in thundet to vs, And drowne their voyce. This rage will doe no good. Euadne, heare me, thou hast tane an oath, But such a rash one, that to keepe it were Worse then to sweare it, call it backe to thee, Such vowes as that neuer ascend the heauen, A teare or two will wash it quite away, Haue mercy on my youth, my hopefull youth, If thou be pittifull, for without boast This land was proud of me, what Lady was there That men eald faire, and vertuous in this Ile That would haue shund my loue, it is in thee To make me hold this worth—Oh we vaine men That trust all our reputation To rest vpon the weake and yeelding hand Of feeble woman, but thou art not stone, Thy flesh is soft, and in thine eyes doe dwell The spirit of loue, thy heart cannot be hard, Come leade me from the bottome of dispaire, To a the ioyes thou hast, I know thou wilt. An make me carefull least the sudden change Ore-come my spirits. When I call back this oath, the paines of hell inuiron me.