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 T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
A better Spirit Stood at his elbow, than you planted there, My poor Girl your sad Queen, breathes yet. Long may she, Fetch her, commend me to her, cheer her (Father.) With the best heart I have. Let that sly Bawd Engine of Hell, who wrought upon thy Chastity Be whipped through Seville, four such tempting witches May undo a City come, you wronged pair By a King that parted you, you new married are. Enjoy each other and prosper. I do already, Feeling more joys than on my Wedding day, I ne'er till now was married. Nor I ever happy until this hour. Nor I, as I am true Lord. No sir, y'are no true Lord, you have a title, A face of honour, as in Courts many have, For base and servile prostitutions, And you are such a one, your daughter's fall Was first step to your rising, and her rising Again to that sweet goodness she never went from, Must be your fall, and strip you of all honours Your Lordship is departed. Does the Bell ring out! I care not Your Kingdom was a departing too, I had a place in Court for nothing, and if it be gone, I can lose nothing; I ha' been like a Lord in a play, and that done, my part ends. Yes sir, I purge my Court of such Infection. I shall find-company i'th' City I warrant; I am not the first hath given up my Cloak of honour. Oh my abused heart, thy pardon, see I have sent home my stolen goods: Honestly! As she was ever; now with full clear eyes I see thy beauty, and strange Cheeks despise. You call me from a grave of shame and sorrow. In which I lay deep buried. From a grave likewise Your Majesty calls me, I have looked back On all my poor Ambitions, and am sorry, That I fell ever from so bright a Sphere, As is the Love of such a royal brother. Be as you speak, we are friends, it was our will To let you know, we can, or save, on kill. Your mercy new transforms me. Sirrah your saving My Queen, when I confess (lust me so blinded) I would have gladly lost her; gives thee life. First I thank Heaven, then him, and at last you. I had not the heart to hurt a woman, if I had, your little face had been malled ere this, but my Anger's out, forgive me. With all my heart. Pray noble brother love this man, he's honest, I ha' made of him good proof, we should have had A wedding, but Heaven frowned at it, and I Am glad 'tis crossed, yet we'll both Feast and dance, Our Fame hath all this while lain in a Trance: Come Tormiella, well were that City blessed, That with but, Two such women should excel, But there's so few good, thoust no Parallel.
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A better Spirit Stood at his elbow, then you planted there, My poore Girle your sad Queene, breathes yet. Long may she, Fetch her, commend me to her, cheere her (Father.) With the best hart I haue. Let that slye Bawd Engine of Hell, who wrought vpon thy Chastity Be whipt through Sivill, foure such tempting witches May vndoe a City come, you wronged paire By a King that parted you, you new married are. Inioy each other and prosper. I doe already, Feeling more ioyes then on my Wedding day, I nere till now was married. Nor I euer happy vntill this houre. Nor I, as I am true Lord. No sir, y'are no true Lord, you haue a title, A face of honour, as in Courts many haue, For base and seruile prostitutions, And you are such a one, your Daughters fall Was first step to your rising, and her rising Againe to that sweet goodnesse she neuer went from, Must be your fall, and strip you of all honours Your Lordship is departed. Does the Bell ring out! I care not Your Kingdome was a departing too, I had a place in Court for nothing, and if it begon, I can loose nothing; I ha' beene like a Lord in a play, and that done, my part ends. Yes sir, I purge my Court of such Infection. I shall find-company i'th City I warrant; I am not the first hath giuen vp my Cloake of honour. Oh my abused heart, thy pardon, see I haue sent home my stolne goods: Honestly! As she was euer; now with full cleere eyes I see thy beauty, and strange Cheekes despise. You call me from a graue of shame and sorrow. In which I lay deepe buried. From a graue likewise Your Maiestie calls me, I haue lookt backe On all my poore Ambitions, and am sorry, That I fell euer from so bright a Spheare, As is the Loue of such a royall brother. Be as you speake, we are friends, it was our will To let you know, we can, or saue, on kill. Your mercy new transformes me. Sirrah your sauing My Queene, when I confesse (lust me so blinded) I would haue gladly lost her; giues thee life. First I thanke Heauen, then him, and at last you. I had not the heart to hurt a woman, if I had, your little face had beene mall'd ere this, but my Angers out, forgiue me. With all my heart. Pray noble brother loue this man, he's honest, I ha' made of him good proofe, we should haue had A wedding, but Heauen frown'd at it, and I Am glad 'tis croft, yet we'll both Feast and dance, Our Fame hath all this while laine in a Trance: Come Tormiella, well were that City blest, That with but, Two such women should excell, But there's so few good, th'ast no Paralell.