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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
This is the way to make it A night indeed, but if you recollect yourself, I brought you beams to let you see The horror of that darkness you are going to, By marrying with Gratiana. That name Awakes my resolution, consume not Thy breath too idly, thoust but a small time For th'use on't, either employ it in the unsaying Thy wrong to Gratiana, or thou hastens Thy last minute. I must tell Beauford them, He is ungrateful to return so ill My friendship, have I undervalued My shame in the relation of a truth, To make the man I wooed preserve, my enemy: Why dost thou tempt thy destiny with so Much sin? dost think I were a sword I dare Not manage? or that I can be enforced To a revolt? I am no Rebel Beauford: again I must confirm Gratiana's honour Stained, the treasures of her chastity Rifled, and lost, 'twas my unhappiness To have added that, unto my other sins i'th' wildness of my blood, which thou mayst punish. Thou hast repeated, but the same in Substance touching Gratiana. Truth is ever constant reimains upon her square, firm, and unshaken. If what thou hast affirmed be true, why should We fight, be cruel to ourselves, endanger Our eternity, for the error of One frail woman? let our swords expect A nobler cause. What man hath such assurance In any woman's faith, that he should run A desperate hazard of his soul? I know Women are not borne angels, but created With passion and temper like to us, And men are apt to err, and louse themselves Caught with the soul of wanton beauty, fettered Even with their mistress's hair I like this well. He has a handsome presence and discourse, Two subtle charms to tempt a woman's frailty, Who must be governed by their eye or ear To love, beside my kinsman hath been taxed. For being too prompt in wantonness, this confirms it Then farewell woman kind. This does become you. Why should we fight, our letting blood wo'not Cure her, and make her honour white again: We are friends, repent thy sin, and marry her. Whom? Gratiana. How Sir, marry her? Why canst tho add to it another crime, By a refusing to repair the ruins Of that chaste temple, thou hadst violated? Her Virgin tapers are by thee extinct, No odour of her chastity, which once Gave a perfume to Heaven, and and did refresh Her innocent soul, they that have spoilt virginity, Do half restore the treasures they took thence By sacred marriage. Marriage, with whom? Gratiana. Should I marry a whore? Thou liest, and with a guilt upon thy soul, Able to sink thee to damnation, I'll send thee hence; a whore? what woman Was ever bad enough to deserve that name? Salute some native fury, or a wretch Condemned already to hell's tortures by it, Not Gratiana; thoust awakened justice, And given it eyes to see thy treachery, The depth of thy malicious heart, that word, hath Disenchanted me.
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This is the way to make it A night indeede, but if you recollect Your selfe, I brought you beames to let you see The horror of that darknesse you are going to, By marrying with Gratiana. That name Awakes my resolution, consume not Thy breath oo idly, th'ast but a small time For th'use om't, eyther employ it in the vnsaying Thy wrong to Gratiana, or thou hastens Thy last minute. I must tell Beauford them, He is vngratefull to returne so ill My friendship, haue I vnder-va'ued My shame in the relation of a truth, To make the man I woo'd preserue, my enemy: Why dost thou tempt thy destiny with so Much sinne? dost thike I were a sword I dare Not manage? or that I can be inforc'd To a reuolt? I am no Rebell Beauford: Again I must confirme Gratianaes honour Stain'd, the treasures of her chastity Rifled, and lost, twas my vnhappinesse To haue added that, vnto my other sinnes Ith'wildnesse of my blood, which thou mayst punish. Thou hast repeated, but the same in Substance touching Gratiana. Truth is euer constant Rmaines vpon her square, firme, and vnshaken. If what thou hast affirm'd be true, why should We fight, be cruell o our selues, indanger Our eernity, for the enou of One frayle woman let our swords expct A nobler cause. What man hath such assurance In any womans faith, that he should runne A desperate hazard of his soule? I know Women are not borne angels, but created With passion and temper like to vs, And men are apt to erre, and louse themselues Caught with the soule of wanton beauty, fetterd Euen ith their mistsses haire I like this well. He has a handsome presence and discourse, Two subtle charmes to tempt a womans frailty, Who must be gouern'd by their eye or eare To loue, beside my kinsman hath beene taxt. Fr being oo prompt in wantonnesse, this confirmes it Then farwel woman kind. This des become you. Why should we fight, our letting blood wo'no Cure her, and make her honour white agen: We are friends, epen thy sinne, and marry her. Whom? Gratiana. How Sir, marry her? Why canst tho adde to it another crime, By a refusing to repayre the ruines Of that chast temple, thou hadst violated? Her Virgin tapers are by thee extinct, No odour of her chastity, which once Gaue a perfume to Heauen, and and did refresh Her innocent soule, they that haue spoyld virginity, Do halfe restore the treasures they tooke thence By sacred marriage. Marriage, with whom? Gratiana. Should I marry a whore? Thou lyest, and with a guilt vpon thy soule, Able to sinke thee to damnation, Ile send thee hence; a whore? what woman Was euer bad enough to deserue that name? Salute some natiue fury, or a wretch Condemn'd already to hells tortures by it, Not Gratiana; th'ast awakned iustice, And giuen it eyes to see thy treachery, The depth of thy malicious heart, that word, hath Dis-inchanted me.