The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business) · chunk 4 of 45
Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1621] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I would not have you come hither sir, to sell, But to settle your Estate. I hope you understand Wherefore I make this proffer: so I leave you. What a Treasury have I parched. I hope you understand wherefore I make this proffer. She has got some intelligence, how I intend to marry Her daughter, and ingenuously perceived, That by her Picture, which I begged of her, I meant the fair Iolenta: here's a Letter, Which gives express charge, not to visit her Till midnight: fail not to come, for 'tis a business That concerns both our honours. Yours in danger to be lost, Iolenta. 'tis a strange Injunction; what should be the business? She is not changed I hope. I'll thither straight: For women's Resolutions in such deeds, Like Bees, light oft on flowers, and oft on weeds. Oh sister come, the tailor must to work, To make your wedding Clothes. The Tombe-maker, to take measure of my cossin. Tomb-maker? look you, The king of Spain greets you. What does this mean, do you serve process on me? process? come you would be witty now. Why, what's this, I pray? Infinite grace to you: it is a Letter From his Catholic Majesty, for the commends Of this Gentleman for your Husband. In good season: I hope he will not have my Allegiance stretched to the undoing of myself. Undo yourself? he does proclaim him here Not for a Traitor, does he? You are not mad; For one of the Noblest Gentlemen. Yet Kings many times Know merely but men's outsides, was this commendation Voluntary, think you? Voluntary: what mean you by that? Why I do not think but he begged it of the King, And it may fortune to be out of's way: Some better suit, that would have stood his Lordship In far more stead: Letters of Commendations, Why 'tis reported that they are grown stale, When places fall i'th' University. I pray you return his Pass: for to a Widow That longs to be a Courtier, this Paper May do Knights service. Mistake not excellent Mistress, these commends Express, his Majesty of Spain has given me Both addition of honour, as you may perceive By my habit, and a place here to command o'er thirty Galleys; this your brother shows, As wishing that you would be partner In my good Fortune. I pray come hither, have I any interest in you? You are my Brother. I would have you then use me with that respect, You may still keep me so, and to be swayed In this main business of life, which wants Greatest consideration, your Marriage, By my direction: Here's a Gentleman— Sir, I have often told you, I am so little my own to dispose that way, That I can never be his. Come, too much light Makes you Moon-eyed, are you in love with title? I will have a Herald, whose continual practice Is all in pedigree, come a-wooing to you, Or an Antiquary in old Buskins.
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I would not haue you come hither sir, to sell, But to settle your Estate. I hope you vnderstand Wherefore I make this proffer: so I leaue you. What a Treasury haue I pearch'd. I hope you vnderstand wherefore I make this proffer. Shee has got some intelligence, how I intend to marry Her daughter, and ingenuously perceiued, That by her Picture, which I begged of her, I meant the faire Iolenta: here's a Letter, Which giues expresse charge, not to visit her Till midnight: faile not to come, for tis a businesse That concernes both our honors. Yours in danger to be lost, Iolenta. Tis a strange Inunction; what should be the businesse? She is not chang'd I hope. Ile thither straight: For womens Resolutions in such deeds, Like Bees, light oft on flowers, and oft on weeds. Oh sister come, the Taylor must to worke, To make your wedding Clothes. The Tombe-maker, to take measure of my cossin. Tombe-maker? looke you, The king of Spaine greets you. What does this meane, do you serue Proces on me? Proces? come you would be wittie now. Why, what's this, I pray? Infinite grace to you▪ it is a Letter From his Catholike Maiestie, for the commends Of this Gentleman for your Husband. In good season: I hope he will not haue my Allegiance stretcht to the vndoing of my selfe. Vndoe your selfe? he does proclaime him here Not for a Traytor, does he? You are not mad; For one of the Noblest Gentlemen. Yet Kings many times Know meerly but mens outsides, was this commendation Voluntary, thinke you? Voluntary: what meane you by that? Why I do not thinke but he beg'd it of the King, And it may fortune to be out of's way: Some better suite, that woo'd haue stood his Lordship In farre more stead: Letters of Commendations, Why tis reported that they are growen stale, When places fall i'th Vniuersitie. I pray you returne his Passe: for to a Widdow That longs to be a Courtier, this Paper May doe Knights seruice. Mistake not excellent Mistres, these commends Expresse, his Maiestie of Spaine has giuen me Both addition of honour, as you may perceiue By my habit, and a place heere to command Ore thirtie Gallies; this your brother shewes, As wishing that you would be partner In my good Fortune. I pray come hither, haue I any interest in you? You are my Brother. I would haue you then vse me with that respect, You may still keepe me so, and to be swayed In this maine businesse of life, which wants Greatest consideration, your Marriage, By my direction: Here's a Gentleman— Sir, I haue often told you, I am so little my owne to dispose that way, That I can neuer be his. Come, too much light Makes you Moone-eyed, are you in loue with title? I will haue a Herauld, whose continuall practise Is all in pedigree, come a wooing to you, Or an Antiquary in old Buskins.