Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Mor du vinegar, is not this Helen? Fore God I think so. Go call before me all the Lords in Court, Sat my preserver by thy patient's side, And with this healthful hand whose banished sense Thou hast repealed, a second time receive The confirmation of my promised gift, Which but attends thy naming. Fair Maid send forth thine eye, this youthful parcel Of Noble Bachelors, stand at my bestowing, o'er whom both Sovereign power, and father's voice I have to use; thy frank election make, Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake. To each of you, one fair and virtuous Mistress; Fall when love please, marry to each but one. I'd give bay curtal, and his furniture My mouth no more were broken then these boys, And writ as little beard. Peruse them well: Not one of those, but had a Noble father. Gentlemen, heaven hath through me, restored the king to health. We understand it, and thank heaven for you. I am a simple Maid, and therein wealthiest That I protest, I simply am a Maid: Please it your Majesty, I have done already: The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me, We blush that thou shouldst choose, but be refused; Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever, we'll ne'er come there again. Make choice and see, Who shuns thy love, shuns all his love in me. Now Diana from thy Altar do I fly, And to imperial love, that God most high Do my sighs stream: Sir, will you hear my suit? And grant it. Thanks sir, all the rest is mute. I had rather be in this choice, then throw Ames-ace for my life. The honour sir that flames in your fair eyes, Before I speak too threateningly replies: Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes, and her humble love. No better if you please. My wish receive, Which great love grant, and so I take my leave. Do all they deny her? And they were sons of mine, I'd have them whipped, or I would send them to ' th' Turk to make Eunuches of. Be not afraid that I your hand should take, I'll never do you wrong for your own sake: Blessing upon your vows, and in your bed Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed. These boys are boys of Ice, they'll none have here: sure they are bastards to the English, the French ne'er got 'em. You are too young, too happy, and too good To make yourself a son out of my blood. Fair one, I think not so. There's one grape yet, I am sure thy father drunk wine. But if thou best not an ass, I am a youth of fourteen: I have known thee already. I dare not say I take you, but I give Me and my service, ever whilst I live Into your guiding power: This is the man.
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Mor du vinager, is not this Helen? Fore God I thinke ſo. Goe call before mee all the Lords in Court, Sit my preſeruer by thy patients ſide, And with this healthfull hand whoſe baniſht ſence Thou haſt repeal'd, a ſecond time receyue The confirmation of my promis'd guift, Which but attends thy naming. Faire Maide ſend forth thine eye, this youthfull parcell Of Noble Batchellors, ſtand at my beſtowing, Ore whom both Soueraigne power, and fathers voice I haue to vſe; thy franke election make, Thou haſt power to chooſe, and they none to forſake. To each of you, one faire and vertuous Miſtris; Fall when loue pleaſe, marry to each but one. I'de giue bay curtall, and his furniture My mouth no more were broken then theſe boyes, And writ as little beard. Peruſe them well: Not one of thoſe, but had a Noble father. Gentlemen, heauen hath through me, reſtor'd the king to health. We vnderſtand it, and thanke heauen for you. I am a ſimple Maide, and therein wealthieſt That I proteſt, I ſimply am a Maide: Pleaſe it your Maieſtie, I haue done already: The bluſhes in my cheekes thus whiſper mee, We bluſh that thou ſhouldſt chooſe, but be refuſed; Let the white death ſit on thy cheeke for euer, Wee'l nere come there againe. Make choiſe and ſee, Who ſhuns thy loue, ſhuns all his loue in mee. Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly, And to imperiall loue, that God moſt high Do my ſighes ſtreame: Sir, wil you heare my ſuite? And grant it. Thankes ſir, all the reſt is mute. I had rather be in this choiſe, then throw Ameſ-ace for my life. The honor ſir that flames in your faire eyes, Before I ſpeake too threatningly replies: Loue make your fortunes twentie times aboue Her that ſo vviſhes, and her humble loue. No better if you pleaſe. My wiſh receiue, Which great loue grant, and ſo I take my leaue. Do all they denie her? And they were ſons of mine, I'de haue them whip'd, or I would ſend them to 'th Turke to make Eunuches of. Be not afraid that I your hand ſhould take, Ile neuer do you wrong for your owne ſake: Bleſſing vpon your vowes, and in your bed Finde fairer fortune, if you euer wed. Theſe boyes are boyes of Ice, they'le none haue heere: ſure they are baſtards to the Engliſh, the French nere got em. You are too young, too happie, and too good To make your ſelfe a ſonne out of my blood. Faire one, I thinke not ſo. There's one grape yet, I am ſure thy father drunke wine. But if thou beſt not an aſſe, I am a youth of fourteene: I haue knowne thee already. I dare not ſay I take you, but I giue Me and my ſeruice, euer whilſt I liue Into your guiding power: This is the man.