Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.82 · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
And why may not a kinsman be a villain? Perhaps he loves Gratiana, and envying My happiness, doth now traduce her chastity To find this out, time will allow but narrow Limits: His last words bade me be a man. A man? yes I have my soul, t'does not become A manly resolution to be tame thus, And give up the opinion of his mistress For one man's accusat on;— ha: i'th' morning? Proper. Yes Marwood I will be a man: His sword, shall either make past the sense Of this affliction. or mine enforce A truth from him, if thou beest wronged Gratiana I'll ye thy Martyr, but if false, in this I gain to die, not live a sacrifice. To the tailor's man, run. To the tailor's man, Why not to his master? The Wedding clothes not brought Home yet, fie, fie. who would trust of woman's tailor, take measure so long before of a Gentlewoman, and not bring home his commodity, there's no conscience in't. The arrant Shoemaker too. Master Hide, is not he, come yet I called upon him yesterday, to make haste of my Mistress's shoes, and he told me, he was about the upper leather, he would be at her heels presently, I left his foot in the stirrup, I thought he would have rid post after me. Prithee Isaac, make haste, how tedious thouart, hast not thou been there yet. Oh yes, and here again, d'ye not see me, you are so light yourself. As thou goest, call upon Cod the Perfumer, tell him he uses us sweetly, has not brought home the gloves yet.— and dost hear? when thouart at the Peacock remember to call for the sprig, by the same token I left my fan to be mended:— and dost hear? when thouart there, 'tis but a little out of the way, to run to the Devil, and bid the Vintner make haste with the runlets of Claret, we shall ha' no time to burn it. You need not if it come from Devil, methinks that Wine should burn itself. Run I prithee. tailors, Shoemakers, Perfumers, Feather-makers, and the Devil and all, what a many occupations does a woman run through, before she is married. Fie upon't what a perplexity is about a Wedding, I might have been thus troubled for a child of my own, if good luck had served. Within. Cardona. I come Ladybird. Was this your purpose. This place of all the Park affords most privacy. Nature has placed the trees to imitate A Roman Amphitheatre. We must be the sword-players. Draw, imagine all These trees were Cypress, the companions of Our funeral, for one or both must go To a dark habitation, methinks We two, are like to some unguided men, That having wandered all the day in a Wild unknown path, at night walk down into A hollow grot, a cave which never Star Durst look into, made in contempt of light By nature, which the Moon did never yet Befriend with any melancholy beam: Oh Cosen thou hast led me, where I never Shall see day move.
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And why may not a kinsman be a Vilaine? Perhaps he loues Gratiana, and enuying My happinesse, doth now traduce her chastity To find this out, time will allow but narrow Limits: His last words bad me be a man. A man? yes I haue my soule, t'does not become A manly resolution to be tame thus, And giue vp the opinion of his mistresse For one mans accusat on; —ha: ith'morning? Proper. Ys Marwood I will be a man: His d, shall eyther make past the sence Of this affliction. or mine enorce A truhfon him, if thou best wrongd Gratiana Ile ye th Maryr, bu if false, in this I gayne to ye, not hue a sacrifice. To the Taylors man, runne. To the Taylors man, Why not to his master? The Wedding cloathes not brought Home yet, fie, fie. W'o would trust of womans Taylor, take measure so long before of a Gentle-woman, and not bring home his commodity, there's no conscience in't. The arrant Shoe-maker too. Master Hide, is not he, come yet I cald vppon him yester-day, to make hast of my Mstresss shoes, and he told me, he was about the vpper leather, he would be at her heeles presently, I left his foot in the stirrop, I thought he would haue rid post after me. Prethee Isac, make hast, how tedious th'art, hast not thou beene there yet. Oh yes, and here agen, de'e not see me, you are so light your selfe. As thou goest, call vpon Cod the Persumer, tell him he vses vs sweetly, has not brought home the gloues yet. — and dost heare? when th'art at the Peacocke remember to call for the sprig, by the same token I left my fanne to be mended:—and dost heare? when th'art there, tis but a little out of the way, to runne to the Diuell, and bid the Vtener make hast with the runlets of Claret, w shall ha no time to burne it. You need not if it come from Diuell, me-thinkes that Wine should burne it selfe. Runne I prethee. Taylors, Shoe-makers, Perfumers, Feather-makers, and the Diuell and all, what a many occupations does a woman runne through, before she is married. Fye vpon't what a perplexity is about a Wedding, I might haue beene thus troubled for a child of my owne, if good lucke had seru'd. —Within. Cardona. I come Lady-bird. Was this your purpose. This place of all the Park affords most priuacy. Nature has plac'd the trees to imitate A Roman Amphitheater. We must be the sword-players. Draw, imagine all These trees were Cypresse, the companions of Our funerall, for one or both must go To a darke habitation, me-thinkes We two, are like to some vnguided men, That hauing wandred all the day in a Wild vnknowne path, at night walke downe into A hollow grot, a caue which neuer Starre Durst looke into, made in contempt of light By nature, which the Moone did neuer yet Be-friend with an melancholy beame: Oh Cosen thou hastled me, where I neue Shall see day moe.