Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals) history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Tut Sands, I am no novice to bear off The gusty shock of danger, here is proof, Hath bid the Cannon of rough threatning grief, The deaths of one dear Husband, and two Sons, (Regenerate in the fame of their deserts.) Have made a violent shot against this breast, But by the manly courage of that joy, Is knit unto my spirits, to behold The exiled truth, now sojourning with time, The rage of their repugnancy recoils, And I am Mistress of a Virgin heart. With pardon gracious Madam, Could Bertie's rude persuasion please your ears, I wish it clothed with Hymen's royalties: A husband, like an Ammell, would enrich Your golden virtues. How Men can praise themselves. Marriage is good, but where's the husband good? A loving husband, Bertie, true in touch May swear, so they willbe, few prove such. Durst my opinion venture, but to speak him, I could commend that merit to your heart, As I presume, your fancy would embrace. Void all the Chamber, Bertie, but yourself, The husband now, come man, fear not to speak, You have absolution, ere you do begin, The husband can report his true deserts. As much as observations greedy eye, Could well retain, keeps warm upon my tongue, Which to your noblest consideration was in honour's womb, And from her sucked his Nutriment of life, His spirit like an ensign doth display The worthiness of his heroic birth, His more concealed virtues varnish that, To make his Comet (merit,) wondered at, Nature in moulding of his lineaments, Has shamed the cunning workmanship of Art, That he is Madam, as your wish would make, The richer in desert for your worths sake. You have described the substance of a man, Such as might ravish the most chastest thoughts, Virginity could sin in wish of him, For but on my deceased Brandon's breath, Did never wait such rich perfections, In them I shall but re-espouse mine own, Marry one Husband twice, embrace the dead, Hug in mine arms a Suffolk buried. If honourable Love live in a man, It guides the virtues of the Palatine. The Palatine? has he your wishes voice. Could it assure him of your fancy's choice. His stately honours are unmatched for mine. His greatness reflects beams into your shine. That greatness claims a duty from my heart. No more than his love offers your desert. Your humble eyes see's merit, his will not, Our weaker worths in Marriage are forgot. Nay rather Madam Wedlock doth enrol, The special essence of your rare deserts, Remembering your perfections. ay, they could live in your humility, And my affections best afford them thee, Whilst thy sweet tongue solicits for thy friend, Into thy bosom all my thoughts I send. Cranwell what news. The County Palatine, now king of Poland. King of Poland? Madam survey your thoughts, Master your fears, and crown your happiness, King of Poland? You Queen my hopes would see.
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Tut Sands, I am no novice to beare off The gusty shocke of danger, heere is proofe, Hath bid the Cannon of rough threatning griefe, The deaths of one deere Husband, and two Sonnes, (Regenerate in the fame of their deserts.) Haue made a violent shot against this brest, But by the manly courage of that ioy, Is knit vnto my spirits, to behold The exild truth, now soiourning with time, The rage of their repugnancie recoyles, And I am Mistris of a Virgin heart. With pardon gratious Madam, Could Berties rude perswasion please your eares, I wish it cloth'd with Hymens royalties: A husband, like an Ammell, would inrich Your golden vertues. How Men can praise themselues. Mariage is good, but wheres the husband good? A loving husband, Bertie, true in touch May sweare, so they wilbe, few proue such. Durst my opinion venture, but to speake him, I could commend that merit to your heart, As I presume, your fancie would imbrace. Void all the Chamber, Bertie, but your selfe, The husband now, come man, feare not to speake, You haue absolution, ere you doe begin, The husband can report his true deserts. As much as observations greedy eye, Could well retayne, keepes warme vpon my tongue, Which to your noblest consideration was in honors wombe, And from her suckt his Nutriment of life, His spirit like an ensigne doth display The worthinesse of his heroicke birth, His more concealed vertues varnish that, To make his Comet (merit,) wondred at, Nature in moulding of his lyneaments, Has sham'd the cunning workemanship of Arte, That he is Madam, as your wish would make, The richer in desert for your worthes sake. You haue describ'd the substance of a man, Such as might ravish the most chastest thoughts, Virginity could sinne in wish of him, For but on my deceasd Brandons breath, Did never waite such rich perfections, In them I shall but re-espouse mine owne, Marry one Husband twice, embrace the dead, Hug in mine armes a Suffolke buried▪ If honorable Loue liue in a man, It guides the vertes of the Palatine. The Palatine? has he your wishes voyce. Could it assure him of your fancies choyce. His stately honors are vnmatcht for mine. His greatnesse reflects beames into your shine. That greatnesse claymes a duty from my heart. No more then his loue offers your desert. Your humble eyes see's merit, his will not, Our weaker worthes in Marriage are forgot. Nay rather Madam Wedlock doth inroule, The speciall essence of your rare deserts, Remembring your perfections. I, they coud liue in your humility, And my affections best afford them thee, Whilst thy sweete tongue solicites for thy friend, Into thy bosome all my thoughts I send. Cranwell what newes. The County Pallatine, now king of Poland. King of Poland? Madam survey your thoughts, Master your feares, and crowne your happinesse, King of Poland? You Queene my hopes would see.