Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
This she confessed to me, though I concealed From thee the error, Marwood dead, their shame Would not ha' given my life advantage, now We have o'ercome the malice of our fate: I hope you'll call me son. Both my loved children. I congratulate your joy. Beauford, Gentlemen, This is a woman, Lucibol your daughter, The too much injured maid: oh pardon me, Welcome both to my knowledge, and my heart. Oh my child. My servant prove a woman? You le marry her. I shall begin my recompense: Lead you to Church we'll find the Priest more work. He has done some already, for by this time I have a daughter married to young Haver. That walked in Rawbone's livery,— they're returned. Father your pardon, though you meant me not Your son, yet I must call your daughter, wife: Here I resign my Citizen. Young Haver. My blessing on you both, I meant it so: a letter took off this Disguise before; nay here are more couples, Enough to play at barley-break. Mae Lodam, you and I are in Hell, How? You and I are friends. I knew, by instinct, I had no quarrel to thee: Art thou Rawbone? I am not drunk— No, but thou art disguised shrewdly. I won't believe, I am awake: This is not possible. Leave off to wonder Captain. Sure this is a dream. As sure, as you are there Captain, 'las we do but walk and talk in our sleep, all this while. Away, away. I to dinner bullies. D''ee hear Gentlemen, before you go, does nobody know me? who am I? who am I? You are master Rawbone fit, that would have married my daughter, that is now wise, I take it, to this Gentleman, your seeming servant. Dream on, dream on: Iasper, make much a'the wench now thoust got her, am not I finely gulled? I think so. Dream on together, a good jest i'faith, he thinks all this is true now. Are not you then, awake fit? No marry am I not sir. What d''ee think of'at sir. That sir? now do I dream that I am kicked. You do not feel it then. Kick, kick your hearts out. Say you so, let my foot be in too then. Sure I shall cry out in my sleep— what a long night 'tis. Set on. ay, ay, we may come back, and take him napping. Come Gratiana, My soul best half, let's tie the sacred knot, So long deferred, never did two lovers, Meet in so little time so many changes; Our Wedding day is come, the sorrows past Shall give our present joy more heavenly taste. gentlemen: Pray he favourable to wake a Fool Dormant I mongst ye; I ha' been kicked, and kick to that purpose, may be, they knocked at the wrong door, my brains are asleep in the Garret. I must appeal from their feet to your hands, there is no way but one, you must clap me, and clap me soonly d''ee hear, I shall hardly come to myself else. Oh since my case without you desperate stands, Wake me with the loud Music of your hands.
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This she cofest to me, though I conceal'd From thee the errour, Marwood dead, their shame Would not ha giuen my life aduantage, now We haue ore-come the malice of our fate: I hope you'le call me sonne. Both my lou'd children. I congratulate your ioy. Beauford, Gentle-men, This is a woman, Lucibol your daughter, The too much iniur'd maide: oh pardon me, Welcom both to my knowledge, and my heart. Oh my childe. My seruant prooue a woman? You le marry her. I shall begin my recompence: Lea you to Church we'le find the Piest more worke. He has doe some already, for by this time I haue a daughter married to young Hauer. That walk'd in Rawbones liey,—they'r return'd. Father your pardon, though you meant me not Your sonne, yet I must call your daughter, wife: Here I resigne my Citizen. Young Hauer. My blessing on you both, I meant it so: a letter tooke off this Disuise before; nay here are more couples, Enoug to play at Barly-break▪ Mae Lodam, you and I are in Hell, How? You and I are friends. I knew, by instinct, I had no quarell to thee: Art thou Rawbone? I am not runke— No, but thou art disguis'd shrewdly. I wonot beleeue, I am awake: This is not possible. Leaue off to wonder Captaine. Sur this is a dreame. As sure, as you are there Captayne, 'las wee doe but walke and talke in ou slepe, all this while. Away, away. I to dinner bullies. D'ee heare Gentle-men, before you go, does no-body know me? who am I? who am I? You are master Rawbone fit, that would haue married my daughter, that is now wise, I take it, to this Gentle-man, your seeming seruant. Dreame on, dreame on: Iasper, make much a'the wench now th'ast got her, am not I finely guld? I thinke so. Dreame on together, a good iest yfaith, he thinkes all this is true now. Are not you then, awake fit? No marry am I not sir. What d'ee thinke a'tha sir. That sir? now do I dreame that I am kickt. You doe not feele it then. Kicke, kicke your hearts out. Say you so, let my fooe be in too then. Sure I shall crye out in my sleep—what a long night tis. Set on. I, I, we may come backe, and take him napping. Come Gratiana, My soule best halfe, lets tye the sacred knot, So long deferr'd, neuer did two louers, Meet in so little time so many changes; Our Wedding day is come, the srrowes past Shall giue our present ioy more heauenly tast. GEntle-men: Pray he fauourable to wake a Foole Dormant I onst yee; ha beene kickt, and kick to that purpose, may be, they knockt at the wrong doore, my braines are a sleepe in the Garret▪ I must appeale from their feete to your hands, there is no way but one, you must clap me, and clap mee soonly de heare▪ I shall hardly come to my selfe else. Oh since my case without you desperate stands, Wake me with the loud Musicke of your hands.