Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Strange of all men he should light on him, To tie that holy knot that sought to undo me, Were you requested to perform that business (sir) I name you a sure token. As for that (sir) Now you're most welcome, and my fair hopes of you You'd never break the sacred knot you tyde once, With any lewd solicitings hereafter. But all the crafts in getting of it knit, You are all one fire to make your cozening market, I am the merrier and the man, do you know me? Do you know me nice Iniquity? strict luxury? And holy whoredom, I would clap on marriage With all hot speed to solder up the Game? So what a strong Fate hath provided for thee, You were a maid, swear still you're no worse now: I left you as I found you, have I startled you? I'm quit with you now for my discovery, Your outcries, and your Cunning, farewell brookage. Nay stay, and hear me but give thanks a Little (if your care can endure a work so gracious, Than you may take your pleasure. I have done that. That power that hath preserved me from this devil. How? This that may challenge the chief chair in Hell, And sit above his Master. Bring in merit. That sufferest him through blind lust to be led, Last night to the action of some common bed. Not over common neither. Hah! what voice was that? Of virgins be thou ever honoured. Now you may go, you hear I have given thanks (sir) Here is a strange Game indeed, did not I lie with you. No. What a devil art thou? I will not answer you (sir) After thanksgiving. You made promise to me After the contract. Yes. Mischief confound thee, I speak not to thee: and you were prepared for't, And set your joys more heigh. Then you could reach (sir) This is some bawdy P. i'll slit the throat on't. What me your bedfellow, To one that works so kindly without rape. My bedfellow. Do you plant your scorn against me? Why, when I was Probationer at Brussels. That Engine was not known; then Adoration Filled the place, and wonder was in fashion. Is't turned to the wild seed of contempt so soon? Can 5 years' stamp a bawd? pray look upon me (sir) I'm youth enough to take it, 'tis no longer, Since you were chief agent for the transportation Of ladies' Daughters, if you be remembered, Some of their portions I could name, you pursed 'em too They were soon dispossessed of worldly cares, That came into your fingers. Shall I hear her? Holy derision yes, till thy ears swell With thy own venom, thy profane life's vomit: Whose Niece was she you poisoned with child twice, And gave her out possessed with a foul Spirit When 'twas indeed your Bastard? I am taken In mine own toils. Yes, and 'tis just you should be.
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Strange of all men he ſhould light on him, To tye that holy knote that ſought to vndoe me, Were you requeſted to performe that buſines (ſir) I name you a ſure toaken. As for that (ſir) Now you're moſt welcom, and my faire hopes of you You'ld neuer breake the ſacred knote you tyde once, With any lewd ſolicitings hereafter. But all the ctafts in getting of it knit, You are all one fire to make your couſning market, I am the marrier and the man, do you know me? Do you know me nice Iniquity? ſtrict luxurie? And holy whoredome, I would clap on marriage With all hot ſpeede to ſolder vp the Game? So what a ſtrong Fate hath prouided for thee, You were a maid, ſweare ſtill you'r no worſe now: I left you as I found you, haue I ſtartled you? I'me quit with you now for my diſcouery, Your outcries, and your Cunning, farwell brookage. Nay ſtay, and heare me but giue thanks a Little (if your care can endure a worke ſo gracious, Then you may take your pleaſure. I haue done that. That power that hath preſerued me from this diuell. How? This that may challenge the chiefe chaire in Hell, And ſit aboue his Maſter. Bring in merrit. That ſuffereſt him through blind luſt to be led, Laſt night to the action of ſome common bed. Not ouer common neither. Hah! what voice was that? Of virgins be thou euer honored. Now you may go, you heare I haue giuen thanks (ſir) Here is a ſtrangt Game indeed, did not I lie with you. No. What a diuell art thou? I will not anſwer you (ſir) After thankes-giuing. You made promiſe to me After the contract. Yes. Miſchiefe confound thee, I ſpeake not to thee: and you were prepared for't, And ſet your ioyes more heigh. Then you could reach (ſir) This is ſome bawdy P. i'le ſlit the throat on't. What me your bedfellow, To one that workes ſo kindly without rape. My bedfellow. Do you plant your ſcorne againſt me? Why, when I was Probationer at Bruxels. That Engine was not knowne; then Adoration Fild the place, and wonder was in faſhion. Is't turn'd to the wilde ſeede of contempt ſo ſoone? Can 5 yeares ſtamp a baud? pray looke vpon me (ſir) I'me youth enough to take it, 'tis no longer, Since you were chiefe agent for the tranſportation Of Ladies Daughters, if you be remembred, Some of their portions I could name, you purſ'd em too They were ſoone diſpoſſeſt of worldly cares, That came into your fingers. Shall I heare her? Holy diriſion yes, till thy eares ſwell With thy owne venome, thy prophaine lifes vomit: Whoſe Neice was ſhe you poyſond with child twice, And gaue her out poſſeſs'd with a foule Spirit When t'was indeed your Baſtard? I am taken In mine owne toyles. Yes, and tis iuſt you ſhould be.