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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Why, my friend, should I be so by nature? I have wed thy sister, who hath virtuous thoughts enough for one whole family, and it is strange, That you should feel no want. Believe me this is compliment too cunning for me. What should I be then by the course of nature, They having both robbed me of so much virtue. Oh call the bride my Lord Amintor, that we may see her blush, and turn her eyes down, it is the pretiiest sport. Euadne. My Lord. Come forth my love, Your brothers do attend to wish you joy. I am not ready yet. Enough, enough, They'll mock me. Faith thou shalt come in. Good morrow sister, he that understands Whom you have wed, need not to wish you joy, You have enough, take heed you be not proud. O sister what have you done. Why what have I done? My Lord Amintor swears you are no maid now. Push. i'faith he does. I knew I should be mocked. With a truth. If 'twere to do again, in faith I would not marry. Nor I by heaven. Sister, Dula swears she heard you cry two rooms off. Fie how you talk. Let's see you walk. By my troth you're spoiled. Amintor. H. Thou art sad. Who I, I thank you for that, shall Diphilus thou and I sing a catch. How? Prethee lt. Nay that's too much the other way, I am so heightened with my happiness, how dost thou love, kiss me. I cannot love you, you tell tales of me. Nothing but what becomes us, Gentlemen Would you had all such wives, and all the world, That I might be no wonder, you're all sad, What do you envy me, I walk methinks On water, and near sink I am so light. 'tis well you are so. Well? can you be other when she looks thus, Is there no music there, let's dance. Why? this is strange. I do not know myself, yet I could wish my joy were less. I'll marry if it will make one thus Amintor, hark. What says my love I must obey. You do it scurvily, 'twill be perceived. My Lord the King is here. Where. And his brother. Good morrow all. Amintor joy on joy fall thick upon thee, But madam you are altered since I saw you, I must salute you, you are now another's, How liked you your night's rest. Ill sir. Indeed she took but little. You'll let her take more, etc. thank her too shortly. Amintor wert thou truly honest till thou wert married. Yes sir. Tell me how then shows the sport to you. Why well? What did you do. no more nor less than other couples use, You know what 'tis, it has but a course name. But prithee I should think by her black eye And her red cheek, she should be quick and stirring In this same business; ha?
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Why, my friend, should I be so by nature? I haue wed thy sister, who hath vertuous thoughts now for one whole familie, and it is strange, That you should feele no want. Beleeue me this is cōplement too cunning for me. What should I be then by the course of nature, They hauing both robd me of so much vertue. Oh call the bride my Lord Amintor, that wee may see her blush, and turne her eyes downe, it is the pritiet sport. Euadne. My Lord. Come forth my loue, Your brothers doe attend to wish you ioy. I am not ready yet. Enough, enough, They'le mocke me. Faith thou shalt come in. Good morrow sister, he that vnderstands Whom you haue wed, need not to wish you ioy, You haue enough, take heed you be not proud. O sister what haue you done. Why what haue I done? My Lord Amintor sweares you are no maid now. Push. I faith he does. I knew I should be mockt. With a truth. If twere to do againe, in faith I would not mary. Nor I by heauen. Sister, Dula sweares she heard you cry two roomes off. Fi how you talke. Lets see you walke. By my troth y'are spoild. Amintor. H. Thou art sad. Who I, I thanke you for that, shall Diphilus thou and I sing a catch. How? Prethee lt. Nay that too much the other way I am so heighned with my happinesse, how dost thou loue, kisse me. I connot loue you, you tell tales of me. Nothing but what becomes vs, Gentlemen Would you had all such wiues, and all the world, That I might be no wonder, y'are all sad, What doe you enuie me, I walke me thinkes On water, and nere sinke I am so light. Tis well you are so. Well? can you be other when shee lookes thus, Is there no musike there, lets dance. Why? this is strange. I do not know my selfe, yet I could wish my ioy were lese. Ile marrie if it will make one thus Amintor, harke. What sayes my loue I must obey. You doe it scuruly, will be perceiu'd. My Lord the King is here. Where. And his brother. Good morrow all. Amintor ioy on ioy fall thicke vpon thee, But Madame you are alterd since I saw you, I must salute you, you are now anothers, How lik't you your nights rest. Ill sir. Indeede she tooke but little. You'le let her take more, &c thanke her too shortly. Amintor wert thou truely honost till thou wert married. Yes sir. Tell me how then shewes the sport to you. Why well? What did you doe. no more nor lesse then other couples vse, You know what tis, it has but a course name But prethee I should thinke by her black eie And her red cheeke, she should be quick and stirring In this same businesse; ha?