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 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I knew 'twould prick, Thus do I fashion still All mine own ends by him and his rank toil, 'Tis my desire to keep him still from marriage, Being his poor nearest Kinsman, I may fare The better at his death, there my hopes build Since my Lady Kixe is dry, and hath no Child. Y'are in the happiest way to enrich yourself, And pleasure me Brother, as Man's feet can tread in, For though she be locked up, her vow is fixed only to me; Then time shall never grieve me, for by that vow, e'en absent enjoy her, assuredly confirmed that none Else shall, which will make tedious years seem gameful To me, In the mean space lose you no time sweet brother, You have the means to strike at this Knights fortunes, And lay him level with his bankrupt merit, Get but his Wife with Child, perch at tree top, And shake the golden fruit into her Lap, About it before she weep herself to a dry ground, And whine out all her goodness. prithee cease, I find a too much aptness in my blood For such a business without provocation, You might well spared this banquet of Oringoes, artichokes, Potatoes, and your buttered Crab, They were fitter kept for your own wedding dinner. Nay and you'll follow my suit, & save my purse too Fortune dotes on me, he's in happy case Finds such an honest friend i'the Common place. Life what makes thee so merry? thou hast no cause That I could hear of lately since thy crosses, Unless there be news come, with new additions. Why there thou hast it right, I look for her this Evening Brother. How's that, look for her? I will deliver you of the wonder straight Brother, By the firm secrecy, and kind assistance Of a good Wench i'the House, who made of pity, Weighing the case her own, she's led through Gutters, Strange hidden ways, which none but Love could find, Or ha' the Heart to venture, I expect her Where you would little think. I care not where, so she be safe, and yours. Hope tells me so, But from your love and time my peace must grow. You know the worst then brother, now to my Kix The barren he and she, they're i'the next Room, But to say which of their two humours hold them Now at this instant, I cannot say truly. Thou liest Barrenness. O is't that time of day, give you joy of your tongue There's nothing else good in you, this their life The whole day from eyes open to eyes shut, Kissing or scolding, and then must be made friends, Then rail the second part of the first fit out, And then be pleased again, no Man knows which way, Fall out like Giants, and fall in like Children, Their Fruit can witness as much.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I knew 'twold pricke, Thus doe I faſhion ſtill All mine owne ends by him and his ranke toyle, 'Tis my deſire to keepe him ſtill from marriage, Being his poore neereſt Kinſman, I may fare The better at his death, there my hopes build Since my Lady Kixe is dry, and hath no Child. Y'are in the happieſt way to enrich your ſelfe, And pleaſure me Brother, as Mans feet can tread in, For though ſhe be lock't vp, her vow is fix't onely to me; Then time ſhall neuer grieue me, for by that vow, E'ne abſent inioy her, aſſuredly confirm'd that none Elſe ſhall, which will make tedious yeeres ſeeme gamefull To me, In the meane ſpace loſe you no time ſweet brother, You haue the meanes to ſtrike at this Knights fortunes, And lay him leuell with his bankrout merit, Get but his Wife with Child, perch at tree top, And ſhake the golden fruit into her Lap, About it before ſhe weepe her ſelfe to a dry ground, And whine out all her goodneſſe. Prethe ceaſe, I find a too much aptneſs in my blood For ſuch a buſineſſe without prouocation, You might 'well ſpar'd this banket of Oringoes, Hartechokes, Potatoes, and your butter'd Crabbe, They were fitter kept for your owne wedding dinner. Nay and you'le follow my ſuit, & ſaue my purſe too Fortune doats on me, he's in happy caſe Finds ſuch an honeſt friend i'the Common place. Life what makes thee ſo merry? thou haſt no cauſe That I could heare of lately ſince thy croſſes, Vnleſſe there be newes come, with new additions. Why there thou haſt it right, I looke for her this Euening Brother. How's that, looke for her? I will deliuer you of the wonder ſtreight Brother, By the firme ſecreſie, and kind aſſiſtance Of a good Wench i'the Houſe, who made of pittie, Weighing the caſe her owne, ſhe's lead through Gutters, Strange hidden wayes, which none but Loue could find, Or ha' the Heart to venture, I expect her Where you would little thinke. I care not where, ſo ſhe be ſafe, and yours. Hope telles me ſo, But from your loue and time my peace muſt grow. You know the worſt then brother, now to my Kix The barren he and ſhe, they're i'the next Roome, But to ſay which of their two humors hold them Now at this inſtant, I cannot ſay truly. Thou lyeſt Barrenneſſe. O iſt that time of day, giue you ioy of your tongue There's nothing elſe good in you, this their life The whole day from eyes open to eyes ſhut, Kiſſing or ſcolding, and then muſt be made friends, Then rayle the ſecond part of the firſt fit out, And then be pleas'd againe, no Man knowes which way, Fall out like Giants, and fall in like Children, Their Fruit can witneſſe as much.