Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court 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.
If thou wilt make thy fortune, Bring me where unseen, I may overhear them. So your Grace will not discover yourself, I'll promise you once within three nights. By mine honour I will not, perform Thy promise, and I will make thee happy. Be sure you show not At your return to them the least distemper. Fear not that. Sir, you have showed us many Pictures; But above all the rest, I like that of your Lords. madam, I know my Lord would think him happy Would you accept the picture; but much happier If you would take the substance. It may be Sir I will. Daughter, I charge you on my blessing, When the Duke returns to use him with respect. Father, I see you have no skill, you do not know The craft we women use to make men love the more; The smallest favour I shall show him after this harsh usage, Will make him think himself in heaven. Before you part, when he comes back, I pray you urge my restoration, But first promise to marry him. Leave that to my Discretion Gentle Lady, I crave your pardon for my stay, Which was drawn out beyond my expectation. methinks my Lord looks sour upon me. My Lord, indeed I wondered how you stayed so long, O rather how you lived your heart and you being parted; For that you left behind you when you went. madam, I do confess it is a miracle Proceeding from your beauty, that I could live So long wanting a heart; but trust me, If my faithful service cannot procure me yours, But that you needs will send my own again, The Miracle will then be altered quite; For now the Miracle consisteth in that I live And yet you have my heart; and than it will Be a Miracle indeed if I do live after Your scorn shall give it back again. My Lord, I see it was not bounty But hope of gain made you give me your heart; For you expect that I should give you mine By way of recompense, which yet I cannot do: But that I may be sure they are true Miracles That you are pleased to say my Beauty worketh; For there are many false ones here in love's Religion; I'll take a Month for trial of the truth, All which time my charity compels me to keep your heart; For should I send it backs, you say it would kill you, Or work another Miracle, which I desire not, In that time I shall be acquainted with your heart, If then it doth appear the same it now doth, Clad in the same pure zeal that now it wears, I'll make a change, and give you mine for it; For when a Month is once past, come you And lead me to the Church, I'll not refuse to go.
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If thou wilt make thy fortune, Bring me where vnſeene, I may ouerheare them. So your Grace will not diſcouer your ſelfe, Ile promiſe you once within three nights. By mine honour I will not, performe Thy promiſe, and I will make thee happie. Be ſure you ſhew not At your returne to them the leaſt diſtemper. Feare not that. Sir, you haue ſhew'd vs many Pictures; But aboue all the reſt, I like that of your Lords. Madame, I know my Lord would thinke him happie Would you accept the picture; but much happier If you would take the ſubſtance. It may be Sir I will. Daughter, I charge you on my bleſſing, When the Duke returnes to vſe him with reſpect. Father, I ſee you haue no skill, you doe not know The craft we women vſe to make men loue the more; The ſmalleſt fauour I ſhall ſhew him after this harſh vſage, Will make him thinke himſele in heauen. Before you part, when he comes backe, I pray you vrge my reſtoration, But firſt promiſe to marry him. Leaue that to my Diſcretion Gentle Lady, I craue your pardon for my ſtay, Which was drawne out beyond my expectation. Me thinkes my Lord looks ſoure vpon me. My Lord, indeed I wondred how you ſtayd ſo long, O rather how you liu'd your heart and you being parted; For that you left behind you when you went. Madame, I doe confeſſe it is a miracle Proceeding from your beauty, that I could liue So long wanting a heart; but truſt me, If my faithfull ſeruice cannot procure me yours, But that you needs will ſend my owne againe, The Miracle will then be alterd quite; For now the Miracle conſiſteth in that I liue And yet you haue my heart; and then it will Be a Miracle indeed if I doe liue after Your ſcorne ſhall giue it backe againe. My Lord, I ſee it was not bounty But hope of gaine made you giue me your heart; For you expect that I ſhould giue you mine By way of recompence, which yet I cannot doe: But that I may be ſure they are true Miracles That you are pleas'd to ſay my Beauty worketh; For there are many falſe ones here in Loues Religion; Ile take a Moneth for tryall of the truth, All which time my charity compels me to keepe your heart; For ſhould I ſend it backs, you ſay it would kill you, Or worke another Miracle, which I deſire not, In that time I ſhall be acquainted with your heart, If then it doth appeare the ſame it now doth, Clad in the ſame pure zeale that now it weares, Ile make a change, and giue you mine for it; For when a Moneth is once paſt, come you And lead me to the Church, Ile not refuſe to goe.