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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Come, we'll see't. Never could Death boast of a richer prize From the first Parent, let the World bring forth A pair of truer Hearts, to speak but truth Of this departed Gentleman, in a Brother, Might by hard censure, be called flattery, Which makes me rather, silent in his right, Then so to be delivered to the thoughts, Of any envious hearer, starved in virtue, And therefore pining to hear others thrive. But for this Maid, whom Envy cannot hurt With all her Poisons, having left to Ages, The true, chaste Monument of her living name, Which no time can deface, I say of her The full truth freely, without fear of censure What Nature could there shine, that might redeem Perfection home to Woman, but in her Was fully glorious, beauty set in goodness Speaks what she was, that jewel so infixed, There was no want of any thing of life, To make these virtuous presidents, Man and Wife. Great pity of their deaths. ne'er more pity. It makes a hundred weeping Eyes, sweet Gossip. I cannot think, there's any one amongst you, In this full fair assembly, Maid, Man, or Wife, Whose Heart would not have sprung with joy & gladness To have seen their marriage day? It would have made a thousand joyful Hearts. Up then apace, and take your fortunes, Make these joyful Hearts, here's none but Friends. Alive Sir? o sweet dear Couple. Nay, do not hinder 'em now, stand from about 'em, If she be caught again, and have this time, I'll ne'er plot further for 'em, nor this honest chambermaid That helped all at a push. Good Sir a pace. Hands join now, but Hearts for ever, Which no parent's mood shall sever. You shall forsake all Widows, Wives, and Maids: You, Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, and Men of Trades: And if in haste, any Article misses, Go interline it with a brace of kisses. Here's a thing trolled nimbly. Give you joy brother Were't not better thou shouldst have her, Than the Maid should die? To you sweet Mistress Bride. joy, joy to you both. Here be your Wedding Sheets you brought along with you, you may both go to Bed when you please too. My joy wants utterance. Utter all at night than Brother. I am silent with delight. Sister, delight will silence any Woman, But you'll find your Tongue again, among Maid Servants, Now you keep House, Sister. Never was hour, so filled with joy and wonder. To tell you the full story of this chambermaid, And of her kindness in this business to us, 'Twould ask an hour's discourse: In brief 'twas she, That wrought it to this purpose cunningly. We shall all love her for't. See who comes here now. A storm, a storm, but we are sheltered for it. I will prevent you all, and mock you thus, You, and your expectations, I stand happy, Both in your lives, and your heart's combination. Here's a strange day again.
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Come, we'le ſee't. Neuer could Death boaſt of a richer prize From the firſt Parent, let the World bring forth A paire of truer Hearts, to ſpeake but truth Of this departed Gentleman, in a Brother, Might by hard cenſure, be call'd flatterie, Which makes me rather, ſilent in his right, Then ſo to be deliuer'd to the thoughts, Of any enuious hearer, ſtaru'd in vertue, And therefore pining to heare others thriue. But for this Mayd, whom Enuy cannot hurt With all her Poyſons, hauing left to Ages, The true, chaſt Monument of her liuing name, Which no time can deface, I ſay of her The full truth freely, without feare of cenſure What Nature could there ſhine, that might redeeme Perfection home to Woman, but in her Was fully glorious, bewtie ſet in goodneſſe Speakes what ſhe was, that Iewell ſo infixt, There was no want of any thing of life, To make theſe vertuous preſidents, Man and Wife. Great pittie of their deathes. Ne're more pittie. It makes a hundred weeping Eyes, ſweet Goſſip. I cannot thinke, there's any one amongſt you, In this full faire aſſembly, Mayd, Man, or Wife, Whoſe Heart would not haue ſprung with ioy & gladneſſe To haue ſeene their marriage day? It would haue made a thouſand ioyfull Hearts. Vp then a pace, and take your fortunes, Make theſe ioyfull Hearts, here's none but Friends. Aliue Sir? ô ſweet deere Couple. Nay, do not hinder 'em now, ſtand from about 'em, If ſhe be caught againe, and haue this time, I'le nere plot further for 'em, nor this honeſt chambermaid That helpt all at a puſh. Good Sir a pace. Hands ioyne now, but Hearts for euer, Which no Parents mood ſhall ſeuer. You ſhall forſake all Widowes, Wiues, and Mayds: You, Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, and Men of Trades: And if in haſt, any Article miſſes, Goe inter-line it with a brace of kiſſes. Here's a thing trould nimbly. Giue you ioy brother Were't not better thou ſhould'ſt haue her, Then the Mayd ſhould dye? To you ſweet Miſtris Bride. Ioy, ioy to you both. Here be your Wedding Sheets you brought along with you, you may both goe to Bed when you pleaſe too. My ioy wants vtterance. Vtter all at night then Brother. I am ſilent with delight. Siſter, delight will ſilence any Woman, But you'le find your Tongue againe, among Mayd Seruants, Now you keepe Houſe, Siſter. Neuer was houre, ſo fild with ioy and wonder. To tell you the full ſtorie of this Chamber-Mayd, And of her kindneſſe in this buſineſſe to vs, 'Twould aske an houres diſcourſe: In briefe 'twas ſhe, That wrought it to this purpoſe cunningly. We ſhall all loue her for't. See who comes here now. A ſtorme, a ſtorme, but we are ſheltred for it. I will preuent you all, and mocke you thus, You, and your expectations, I ſtand happy, Both in your liues, and your Hearts combination. Here's a ſtrange day againe.