Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Doth not the colour of my hair 'gin to change? When I wax grey, I shall have all the Court Powder their hair, with Arras, to be like me: You have cause to love me, I entered you into my heart Before you would vouchsafe to call for the keys. We shall one day have my brothers take you napping: methinks his Presence (being now in Court) Should make you keep your own Bed: but you'll say Love mixed with fear, is sweetest: I'll assure you You shall get no more children till my brother's Consent to be your gossips: have you lost your tongue? 'tis welcome: For know whether I am doomed to live, or die, I can do both like a Prince. Die then, quickly: Virtue, where art thou hid? what hideous thing Is it, that doth eclipse thee? Pray sir hear me: Or is it true, thou art but a bare name, And no essential thing? Sir: Do not speak. No sir: I will plant my soul in mine cares, to hear you. Oh most imperfect light of humane reason, That mak'st so unhappy, to fore see What we can least prevent: Pursue thy wishes: And glory in them: there's in shame no comfort, But to be passed all bounds, and sense of shame. I pray sir, hear me: I am married, So: Happily, not to your liking: but for that Alas: your shears do come untimely now To clip the birds wings, that's already flown: Will you see my Husband? Yes, if I Could change eyes with a Basilisque: Sure, you came hither By his confederacy. The howling of a Wolf Is music to the (screech-owl) prithee peace: whate'er thou art, that hast enjoyed my sister, (For I am sure thou hearst me) for thine own sake Let me not know thee: I came hither, prepared To work thy discovery: yet am now persuaded It would beget such violent effects As would damp us both: I would not for ten Millions I had beheld thee: therefore use all means I never may have knowledge of thy name; Enjoy thy lust still, and a wretched life, On that condition: And for thee (vild woman,) If thou do wish thy lecher may grow old In thy Embracements, I would have thee build Such a room for him, as our Anchorites To holier use inhabit: Let not the Sun Shine on him, till he's dead: Let Dogs, and Monkeys Only converse with him, and such dumb things To whom Nature denies use, to sound his name. Do not keep a paraquito, lest she learn it; If thou do love him, cut out thine own tongue lest it bewray him. Why might not I marry? I have not gone about, in this, to create Any new world, or custom. Thou art undone: And thou hast ta'en that massy sheet of lead That hid thy husband's bones, and folded it About my heart. Mine bleeds for't. Thine? thy heart? What should I name't, unless a hollow bullet Filled with unquenchable wildfire?
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Doth not the colour of my haire 'gin to change? When I waxe gray, I shall haue all the Court Powder their haire, with Arras, to be like me: You haue cause to loue me, I entred you into my heart Before you would vouchsafe to call for the keyes. We shall one day haue my brothers take you napping: Me thinkes his Presence (being now in Court) Should make you keepe your owne Bed: but you'll say Loue mixt with feare, is sweetest: I'll assure you You shall get no more children till my brothers Consent to be your Ghossips: haue you lost your tongue? 'tis welcome: For know whether I am doomb'd to liue, or die, I can doe both like a Prince. Die then, quickle: Vertue, where art thou hid? what hideous thing Is it, that doth ecclipze thee? 'Pray sir heare me: Or is it true, thou art but a bare name, And no essentiall thing? Sir: Doe not speake. No sir: I will plant my soule in mine cares, to heare you. Oh most imperfect light of humaine reason, That mak'st so vnhappy, to fore see What we can least preuent: Pursue thy wishes: And glory in them: there's in shame no comfort, But to be past all bounds, and sence of shame. I pray sir, heare me: I am married, So: Happily, not to your liking: but for that Alas: your sheeres doe come vntimely now To clip the birds wings, that's already flowne: Will you see my Husband? Yes, if I Could change eyes with a Basilisque: Sure, you came hither By his confideracy. The howling of a Wolfe Is musicke to the (schrech-Owle) pre'thee peace: What ere thou art, that hast enioy'd my sister, (For I am sure thou hearst me) for thine owne sake Let me not know thee: I came hither, prepar'd To worke thy discouery: yet am now perswaded It would beget such violent effects As would dampe vs both: I would not for ten Millions I had beheld thee: therefore vse all meanes I neuer may haue knowledge of thy name; Enioy thy lust still, and a wretched life, On that condition: And for thee (vilde woman,) If thou doe wish thy Leacher may grow old In thy Embracements, I would haue thee build Such a roome for him, as our Anchorites To holier vse enhabite: Let not the Sunne Shine on him, till he's dead: Let Dogs, and Monkeys Onely conuerse with him, and such dombe things To whom Nature denies vse, to sound his name. Doe not keepe a Paraqueto, least she learne it; If thou doe loue him, cut out thine owne tongue Least it bewray him. Why might not I marry? I haue not gone about, in this, to create Any new world, or custome. Thou art vndone: And thou hast ta'ne that massiy sheete of lead That hid thy husbands bones, and foulded it About my heart. Mine bleedes for't. Thine? thy heart? What should I nam't, vnlesse a hollow bullet Fill'd with vnquenchable wild-fire?