Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
There's my hand— I thank you. Is master justice gone, and mistress Iane too? follow me Chameleon. I'll take my leave when I come again. Isaac. My little wit, thou wilt come with thy master tomorrow, I'll reserve a bottle of wine to warm thy sconce. I cannot promise. If I durst stay three minutes, I would venture a cup with thee i'th' buttery, but 'tis a busy time at home: Farewell Milisent. Marriage as much joy wait upon the Bride, As the remembrance of it brings me sorrow, A woman has undone me, when I die A Coffin will enclose this misery. You prepare me for some wonder. I do: And ere I come to the period of my Story, Your understanding will admire. Teach my soul the way. I am not coz i'th' number of those friends Come to congratulate your present marriage. Ha? I am no flatterer, the blood you carry Doth warm my veins, yet could nature be Forgetful and remove itself, the love I owe your merit, doth oblige me, to Relation of a truth which else would fire My bosom with concealment. I am come To divide your soul, ravish all your pleasures, Poison the very air maintains your breathing, You must not marry. Must not? though as I Am mortal I may be compelled within A pair of minutes to turn ashes, yet My soul already Bridegroom to her virtue, Shall laugh at Death that would unmarry us, And call her mine eternally. Death is A mockery to that divorce I bring, Come you must not love her. Did I hope thou couldst Give me a reason, I would ask one. Do not, I will too soon arrive, and make you curse Your knowledge, couldst exchange thy temper for An angels, at the hearing of this reason, 'Twould make you passionate, and turn man again. Can there be reason for a sin so great, As changing my affection from Gratiana? Name it, and reach me how to be a monster, For I must lose humanity, oh Marwood, Thou lead'st me into a Wilderness, she is— False, sinful, a black soul she has. Thou hast a hell about thee, and thy language Speaks thee a Devil, that to blast her innocence Dost belch these vapours: to say thou liest, Were to admit, thou hast but made in this A humane error, when thy sin hath aimed The fall of goodness. Gratiana false? The snow shall turn a Salamander first And dwell in fire; the air retreat, and leave An emptiness in nature, angels be Corrupt, and bribed by mortals sell their charity Her innocence is such, that wert thou Marwood For this offence condemned to lodge in flames, It would for ever cure thy burning fever, If with thy sorrow thou procure her shed One tear upon thee, now, thou art lost for ever, And armed thus, though with thousand furies guarded, I reach thy heart.
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There's my hand — I thanke you. Is master Iustice gone, and mistresse Iane too? follow me Cameleon. Ile take my leaue when I come agen. Isac. My lttle wit, thou wo't come with thy master tomorrow, Ile reserue a bottle of wine to warme thy sconce. I cannot promise. If I durst stay three minutes, I would venture a cup with thee irh'buttery, but tis a busie time at home: Farewell Mlsent. Marriage as much ioy waite vpon the Bride, As the remembrance of it brings me sorrow, A woman has vndone me, when I dye A Coffin will enclose this misery. You prepare me for some wonder. I doe: And ere I come to the period of my Story, Your vnderstanding will admire. Teach my soule the way. I am not Cose ith'number of those friends Come to congratulate your present marriage. Ha? I am no flatterer, the blood you carry Doth warme my veines, yet could nature be Forgetful and remoue it self, the loue I owe your merit, coth oblige me, to Relation of a truth which else would fire My bo one with concealement. I am come To deuide your sue, rauish all your pleasures, Poyson the very ayre maintaynes your breathing, You must not marry. Must not? though as I Am mortall I may be compeld within A payre of minutes to turne ashes, yet My soule already Bride-groome to her vertue, Shall laugh at Death that would vnmarry vs, And call her mine eternally. Death is A mockery to that diuorce I bring, Come you must not loue her. Did I hope thou couldst Giue me a reason, I would aske one. Do not, I will too soone arriue, and make you curse Your knowledge, couldst exchane thy temper for An angels▪ at the hearing of this reason, 'Twould make you passionate, and urne man agen. Can there be reason for a sinne so great, As changing my affection from Gratiana? Namen, and reach me how to be a monster, For I must loose humanity▪ oh Marwood, Thou leadst me into a Wildernesse, she is — False, sinnefull, a blacke soule she has. Thou hast a hell about thee, and thy language Speakes thee a Diuell, that to blast her innocence Dost belch these vapours: to say thou lyest, Were to admit, thou hast but made in this A humane errour, when thy sinne hath aym'd The fall of goodnesse. Gratiana false? The snow shall turne a Salamander first And dwell in fire; the ayre retreate, and leaue An emptinesse in nature, angels be Corrupt, and brib'd by mortals sell their charity Her innocence is such, that wert thou Marwood For this offence condemn'd to lodge in flames, It would for euer cure thy burning feauer, If with thy sorrow thou procure her shed One teare vpon thee, now, thou art lost for euer, And arm'd thus, though with thousand furies guarded, I reach thy heart.