May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Oh no my Lord, You'll rue that action, think not that the Law Will let such murder sleep unpunished. Should I now let him go now I have caught him Yes Sir, to catch him faster, and more safely. How should that be? speak man. Why thus my Lord; You know the law speaks death to any man That steals an Heir without her friend's consent, This must he do, his love will prompt him to it, For he can never hope by your consent To marry her, and she 'tis like will give Content, for women's love is violent, Then mark their passage you shall easily find How to surprise them at your will my Lord. Thou art my Oracle dear Roscio, Here's Psecas come again; how now what news? My Lord they both are coming please you withdraw, you shall both hear and see what you desire. Ye are welcome Noble Sir and did my power, Answer my love your visitation, Should be more free, and your deserved welcome Expressed in better fashion. Best of Ladies, It is so well, so excellently well, Coming from your wished love, my barren thanks Wants language for't, there lies in your fair looks More entertainment than in all the pomp That the vain Persian ever taught the world, Your presence is the welcome I expected, That makes it perfect. 'tis your noble thought Makes good what's wanting here, but gentle friend, For so I now dare call you. 'tis well Minion you are bold Enough I see to choose your friends without my leave. 'tis my ambition ever to be yours. Think me not light, dear Philocles, so soon To grant thee love, that others might have sought With eagerest pursuit, and not obtained, But I was yours by fate, and long have been, Before you wood Leucothoe was won, And yours without resistance. Oh my Stars 'twas your kind influence, that whist I slept In dullest ignorance, contrived for me The way to crown me with felicity. You may be deceived though, You have no such great reason To thank your Stars if you knew all. And know fair Mistress you have met a love, That time, nor fate, nor death can ever change, A man that but in you can have no being: Let this kiss seal my faith. And this mine. Nay to't again, your sweet meat shall have sour sauce. But sweet, 'mongst all these Roses there's one thorn That pricks and galls me, our parents enmity Will cross our loves, I do assure my son This father never will give his consent. No so I think, he moves me still to Virro That old crazed Count, and with such vehemency I dare scarce bide his presence if I deny him; Therefore we must be speedy in our course, And take without his leave what he denies. I thank you for that good daughter.
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Oh no my Lord, Youle rue that action, thinke not that the Law Will let ſuch murther ſleepe vnpuniſhed. Should I now let him goe now I haue caught him Yes Sir, to catch him faſter, and more ſafely. How ſhould that be? ſpeake man. Why thus my Lord; You know the law ſpeakes death to any man That ſteales an Heire without her friends conſent, This muſt he do, his loue will prompt him to it, For he can neuer hope by your conſent To marry her, and ſhe tis like will giue Content, for womens loue is violent, Then marke their paſſage you ſhall eaſly find How to ſurpriſe them at your will my Lord. Thou art my Oracle deare Roſcio, Heres Pſecas come againe; how now what newes? My Lord they both are comming pleaſe you withdraw, you ſhall both heare and ſee what you deſire. Ye are welcom Noble Sir and did my power, Anſwere my loue your viſitation, Sould be more free, and your deſerued welcome Expreſt in better faſhion. Beſt of Ladies, It is ſo well, ſo excellently well, Comming from your wiſht loue, my barren thanke Wants language for't, there lies in your faire lookes More entertainement then in all the pompe That the vaine Perſian euer taught the world, Your preſence is the welcome I expected, That makes it perfect. Tis your noble thought Makes good whats wanting here, but gentle friend, For ſo I now dare call you. Tis well Minion you are bold Enough I ſee to chuſe your friends without my leaue. Tis my ambition euer to be yours. Thinke me not light, deare Philocles, ſo ſoone To grant thee loue, that others might haue ſought With eagereſt purſuit, and not obtain'd, But I was yours by fate, and long haue beene, Before you wood Leucothoe was wonne, And yours without reſiſtance. Oh my Starres Twas your kind influence, that whiſt I ſlept In dulleſt ignorance, contriu'd for me The way to crowne me with felicity. You may be deceiu'd though, You haue no ſuch great reaſon To thanke your Starres if you knew all. And know faire Miſtreſſe you haue met a loue, That time, nor fate, nor death can euer change, A man that but in you can haue no being: Let this kiſſe ſeale my faith. And this mine. Nay too't againe, your ſweete meate ſhall haue ſowre ſawce. But ſweet, 'mongſt all theſe Roſes ther's one thorne That prickes and galls me, our parents enmity Will croſſe our loues, I doe aſſure my ſonne This father neuer will giue his conſent. No ſo I thinke, he moues me ſtill to Virro That old craz'd Count, and with ſuch vehemency I dare ſcarce bide his preſence if I deny him; Therefore we muſt be ſpeedy in our courſe, And take without his leaue what he denyes. I thanke you for that good daughter.