Anonymous · published 1570 · first performed or written 1568 [before 1569] (Annals) moral · Children of Paul's (first)(?) T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.75 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Here let us rest a while and pause all three: Daughter sit down, belike this same is he. Be of good cheer sir be ruled by me Women are best pleased, till they be used homely, Look her in the face and tell your tale stoutly. O pearl of passing prise, sent down from god on high, The sweetest beauty to entice that hath been seen with eye. The well of wealth to all, that no man doth annoy: The kaye of kingdoms & the steal of everlasting joy. The treasure and the store, whom all good things began, The nurse of Lady wysedoms lore, the link of man & man. What words shall me suffice, to utter my desire, What heat of talk shall I devise, for to express my fire I burn and yet I freeze, I flame and cool as fast, In hope to win and for to lose my pensiveness doth last, Why should my dulled sprite, apal my courage so. O salve my sore, or flee me quite, by saying yea, or no, You are the mark at whom, I shot to hit or miss, My life it stays on you alone, to you my suit it is, Amity not much unmeet with you some grief to find, Dame Nature's son, my name is wit the fancieth you by kind, And here I come this day, to wait and to attend In hope to have my hoped prey, or else my life to end. Good cause there is wherefore I should embrace, This loving heart which you have borne to me And glad I am that we be both in place, Each one of us each others looks to see, Your picture and your person doth agreed, Your princelike port and eke your noble face, Wherein so many signs of virtue be: That I must needs be moved in your case: Friend wit? are you the man in deed which you intent, Can you be well content until your life doth end, To join and knit most sure with this my daughter here, And unto her alone your fixed faith to bear. As I am bent to this so let my suit be sped, If I do fail ten Thousand plagues & more, light on my head. There are that promise fair, and mean as well, As any hear can think, or tongue can tell, Which at the first are hot, and kindle in desire, But in one month or twain, quit quenched is the fire. Such is the trade of youth whom famies force doth lead, Whose love is only at the plunge & cannot long proceed. Credit my words, and ye shall found me true. Suppose you keep not touch, who should this bargain rue. I will be sworn here solemnly before you both.
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Here let vs rest a whyle and pause all thrée: Daughter sit downe, belike this same is hée. Be of good chere sir be ruled by me Women are best pleased, tyll they be vsed homely, Loke her in the face and tell your tale stoutely. O pearle of passing pryse, sent downe from god on hye, The swetest beauty to entise that hath bene sene with eye The wel of wealth to all, that no man doth annoye: The kaye of Kingedomes & the steale of euerlasting ioye. The treasure and the store, whom al good things began, The nurse of Lady wysedoms lore, the lincke of mā & mā. What wordes shal me suffice, to vtter my desyre, What heate of talke shal I deuise, for to expresse my fyer I burne and yet I fréese, I flame and coole as fast, In hope to wyn and for to léese my pensiuenes doth last, Why should my dulled spryte, apal my courage soo. O salue my sore, or slée me quite, by saying yea, or noo, You are the marke at whome, I shot to hit or misse, My life it stayes on you alone, to you my sute it is, Amitie not much vnmete wyth you some griefe to fynde, Dame Natures sonne, my name is Witte ye fancieth you by kind, And here I come this day, to wayte and to attende In hope to haue my hoped pray, or elles my life to ende. Good cause there is wherfore I should embrase, This louing hart whyche you haue borne to me And glad I am that we be both in place, Ech one of vs eche others lookes to sée, Your picture and your person doth agree, Your princelike port and ecke your noble face, Wherin so many sygnes of vertue be: That I must néedes be moued in your case: Friend Witte? are you the man in dede whych you intēd, Can you be well content vntill your life doth ende, To ioyne and knit most sure with this my daughter here, And vnto her alone your fixed fayth to beare. As I am bente to this so let my suite be sped, If I do fayle ten Thousāde plagues & more, lighte on my head. There are that promise fayre, and meane as well, As any heare can thinke, or tongue can tell, Which at the first are hot, and kindle in desyre, But in one month or twayne, quit quenched is the fyre. Such is the trade of youth whome famies force doth lede, Whose loue is only at the plonge & cannot longe procede. Credit my wordes, and ye shall find me true. Suppose you kepe not touch, who shuld this bargaine rue. I will be sworne here solemnly before you both.