Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I am none, My Father swore that I should marry thee, And then a Tiger and a Lamb had met, I ne'er was thine, nor ever will be. Swear thou art not mine, That when I see thy heart drunk with hot oaths, This Fiend may pitch thee reeling into Hell, Swear that thou art not mine. By heaven I am not, To prove I swear right to thee, change that weapon, See at my Girdle hang my wedding knives, With those dispatch me. To th' heart? Aim right I beseech thee. I'll not kill thee now for spite Because thou beg'st it. Then good villain spare me! Neither, here's that shall sink thee; to the King Thy juggling and these Letters shall be shown. Upon thy head be my confusion The King! I shall both feed his rage and lust, First doom me to any Tortures! Thou shalt then swear— Because I know he'll force the tie a knot, The Church must see and sigh at, if he marries thee, Swear when he comes to touch thy naked side, To bury him in those sheets, thou art his Bride. By Heaven that night's his last, my just heart keeps This vow graven there. Till then my vengeance sleeps, Where is the King? I have refined That Chaos which confounded her fair mind. Move in thy voice the Spheres, when next thou speakst, Tormiella. I am well my fearful dream Is vanished, thanks to Heaven and that good man. Thou giv'st me another Crown, oh Vindicados, The axletree on which my Kingdom moves, Leans on thy shoulders, I am all thine; Tormiella! Bright Cynthia look not pale, Endymion's here, Hymen shall fetch a leap from Heaven t'alight Full in thine arms, back thou black ominous night. Signior Lupo, why Don, not know me, I am the poor Shopkeeper, whose ware is taken up by the King. You lie. True, as judges do with their wives, very seldom, I am Cordolente a poor gudgeon diving thus under water, to see how Neptune and his Mermaids swim together, but dare not come near him, for fear he sets Dogfish to devour me. An excellent mask against the marriage, now get a private Coat, the King means to have you stabbed. He does that already, with the bodkin that sticks in my wife's hair. He has not the patience to stay the dressing of his meat of thy providing, he will have it taken up, and eat the flesh raw, he will be married incontinently. Will she set her hands to my horns? Yes, and set them to your head, she follows the steps of her old grandam, all evils take their names from her, the ills of Eue, thy wife for the hoop ring thou marriedst her withal, hath sworn to send thee a death's head. Sworn! Sworn, were thy case my case; I would set a Devil at her elbow in the very Church, I would kill her as she gave away her hand.
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I am none, My Father swore that I should marry thee, And then a Tyger and a Lambe had met, I ne're was thine, nor euer will be. Sweare thou art not mine, That when I see thy heart drunke with hot oathes, This Feind may pitch thee reeling into Hell, Sweare that thou art not mine. By heauen I am not, To proue I sweare right to thee, change that weapon, See at my Girdle hang my wedding kniues, With those dispatch mee. To th' heart? Ayme right I beseech thee. Ile not kill thee now for spight Because thou begst it. Then good villaine spare me! Neither, heere's that shall sinke thee; to the King Thy iugling and these Letters shall be showne. Vpon thy head be my confusion The King! I shall both feed his rage and lust, First doome me to any Tortures! Thou shalt then sweare— Because I know he'll force the tye a knot, The Church must see and figh at, if he marries thee, Sweare when he comes to touch thy naked side, To bury him in those sheets, thou art his Bride. By Heauen that night's his last, my iust hart keepes This vow grauen there. Till then my vengeance sleepes, Where is the King? I haue refin'd That Chaos which confounded her faire mind. Moue in thy voice the Spheares, whē next thou speakst, Tormiella. I am well my fearefull dreame Is vanisht, thankes to Heauen and that good man. Thou giu'st me another Crowne, oh Vindicados, The axletree on which my Kingdome moues, Leanes on thy shoulders, I am all thine; Tormiella! Bright Cynthia looke not pale, Endimions heere, Hymen shall fetch a leape from Heauen t'alight Full in thine armes, backe thou blacke ominous night. Signior Lupo, why Don, not know me, I am the poore Shopkeeper, whose ware is taken vp by the King. You lye. True, as Iudges doe with their wiues, very seldome, I am Cordolente a poore Gudgin diuing thus vnder water, to see how Neptune and his Mermaides swim together, but dare not come neare him, for feare he sets Dogfish to deuoure me. An excellent maske against the marriage, now get a private Coat, the King meanes to haue you stab'd. He does that already, with the bodkin that sticks in my wifes hayre. He has not the patience to stay the dressing of his meat of thy prouiding, he will haue it taken vp, and eate the flesh raw, he will be married incontinently. Will she set her hands to my hornes? Yes, and set them to your head, she followes the steps of her old grandam, all euils take their names from her, the ills of Eue, thy wife for the hoope ring thou marriedst her withall, hath sworne to send thee a Deathes head. Sworne! Sworne, were thy case my case; I would set a Diuell at her elbow in the very Church, I would kill her as she gaue away her hand.