Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan 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.
Bring hither that same Cup-Nurse, I would fain drive away this hup Antichristian grief. See Gossip and she lies not in like a Countess, Would I had such a Husband for my Daughter. Is not she toward marriage? O no sweet Gossip. Why she's nineteen? I that she was last Lammas, But she has a fault Gossip, a secret fault. A fault, what is't? I'll tell you when I have drunk. Wine can do that I see, that friendship cannot. And now I'll tell you Gossip, she's too free. To free? O ay, she cannot lie dry in her Bed. What, and nineteen? 'Tis as I tell you Gossip. Speak with me Nurse, who is't? A Gentleman from Cambridge, I think it be your Soon forsooth. 'Tis my Soon Tim i'faith, prithee call him up among the Women, 'Twill embolden him well, For he wants nothing but audacity, Would the Welsh gentlewoman at home were here now. Is your Son come forsooth? Yes from the University forsooth. 'Tis great joy on ye. There's a great marriage towards for him. A marriage? Yes sure, a huge Heir in Wales, At least to nineteen Mountains, Besides her Goods and Cattle. O, I'm betrayed. What gone again, run after him good Nurse, He's so bashful, that's the spoil of youth, In the University they're kept still to Men, And ne'er trained up to Women's company. 'Tis a great spoil of youth indeed. Your Mother will have it so. Why Son, why Tim, What must I rise and fetch you? For shame Son. Mother you do entreat like a fresh Woman, 'Tis against the Laws of the University, For any that has answered under Bachelor To thrust 'mongst married Wives. Come we'll excuse you here. Call up my Tutor Mother, and I care not. What is your Tutor come, have you brought him up? I ha' not brought him up, he stands at door, Negatur, there's Logic to begin with you Mother. Run call the gentleman nurse, he's my son's tutor Here eat some Plumbs. Come I from Cambridge, and offer me six plumbs? Why how now Tim, Will not your old tricks yet be left? Served like a Child, When I have answered under Batcheler? You'll never lin till I make your Tutor whip you, you know how I served you once at the Free School in Paul's Churchyard? O monstrous absurdity, ne'er was the like in Cambridge since my time, 'Life whip a Bachelor, you'd be laughed at soundly, Let not my Tutor hear you, 'Twould be a jest through the whole University, No more words Mother. Is this your Tutor Tim? Yes surely Lady, I am the man that brought him in League with Logic, and read the Dunces to him. That did he Mother, but now I have 'em all in my own Pate, and can as well read 'em to others. That can he Mistress, for they flow naturally from him.
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Bring hither that ſame Cup-Nurſe, I would faine driue away this hup Antichriſtian griefe. See Goſſip and ſhe lyes not in like a Counteſſe, Would I had ſuch a Husband for my Daughter. Is not ſhe toward marriage? O no ſweet Goſſip. Why ſhe's nineteene? I that ſhe was laſt Lammas, But ſhe has a fault Goſſip, a ſecret fault. A fault, what iſt? I'le tell you when I haue drunke. Wine can doe that I ſee, that friendſhip cannot. And now I'le tell you Goſſip, ſhe's too free. To free? O I, ſhe cannot lye dry in her Bed. What, and nineteene? 'Tis as I tell you Goſſip. Speake with me Nurſe, who iſt? A Gentleman from Cambridge, I thinke it be your Soone forſooth. 'Tis my Soone Tim I faith, Prethe call him vp among the Women, 'Twill imbolden him well, For he wants nothing but audacitie, 'Would the Welch gentlewoman at home were here now. Is your Sonne come forſooth? Yes from the Vniuerſitie forſooth. 'Tis great ioy on yee. There's a great marriage towards for him. A marriage? Yes ſure, a hughe Heire in Wales, At leaſt to nineteene Mountaines, Beſides her Goods and Cattell. O, I'me betray'd. What gone againe, run after him good Nurſe, He's ſo baſhfull, that's the ſpoyle of youth, In the Vniuerſitie they're kept ſtill to Men, And ne're trayn'd vp to Womens company. 'Tis a great ſpoyle of youth indeed. Your Mother will haue it ſo. Why Sonne, why Tim, What muſt I riſe and fetch you? For ſhame Sonne. Mother you doe intreat like a freſh Woman, 'Tis againſt the Lawes of the Vniuerſitie, For any that has anſwered vnder Batchelor To thruſt 'mongſt married Wiues. Come we'le excuſe you here. Call vp my Tutor Mother, and I care not. What is your Tutor come, haue you brought him vp? I ha' not brought him vp, he ſtands at dore, Negatur, there's Logicke to begin with you Mother. Run call the gentleman nurſe, he's my ſons tutor Here eat ſome Plumbes. Come I from Cambridge, and offer me ſix plumbs? Why how now Tim, Will not your old trickes yet be left? Seru'd like a Child, When I haue anſwer'd vnder Batcheler? You'le neuer lin till I make your Tutor whip you, you know how I ſeru'd you once at the Free Schoole in Pauls Church-yeard? O monſtrous abſurditie, Ne're was the like in Cambridge ſince my time, 'Life whip a Batcheler, yow'ld be laught at ſoundly, Let not my Tutor heare you, 'Twould be a Ieſt through the whole Vniuerſitie, No more words Mother. Is this your Tutor Tim? Yes ſurely Lady, I am the man that brought him in League with Logicke, and red the Dunces to him. That did he Mother, but now I haue 'em all in my owne Pate, and can as well read 'em to others. That can he Miſtris, for they flow naturally from him.