Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
O Sr! for hidden treasure, He hopes to find: and has proposed himself So infinite a Mass, as to recover, He cares not what he parts with, of the present, To his men of Art, who are the race, may coin him. Promise' gold mountains, and the covetous Are still most prodigal. But ha' you faith, That he will hold his bargain? O dear, Sir! He will not of on't. Fear him not. I know him. One baseness still accompanies another. See! he is here already, and his wife too. A wondrous handsome creature, as I live! COme wife, this is the Gentleman. Nay, blush not. Why, what do you mean Sir? ha you your reason? Wife, I do not know, that I have lent it forth To any one; at lest, without a pawn, wife: Or that I'have eat or drunk the thing, of late, That should corrupt it. Wherhfore gentle wife, Obey, it is thy virtue: hold no acts Of disputation. Are you not enough The talk, of feasts, and meetingy, but you'll still Make argument for fresh? Why, careful wedlock, If I have have a longing to have one tale more Go of me, what is that to thee, dear heart? Why shouldst thou envy my delight? or cross it? By being solicitous, when it not concerns thee? Yes, I have share in this The scorn will fall As bittterly on me, where both are laughed at. Laughed at, sweet bird? is that the scruple? Come, come, Thou art a Niaise. Which of your great houses, (I will not mean at home, here, but abroad) Your families in France, wife, sand not forth Something, within the seven year, may be laughed at? I do not say seven months, nor seven weeks, Nor seven days, nor hours: but seven year wife. I give 'em time. Once, within seven year, I think they may do something may be laughed at. In France, I keep me there, still. Wherhfore, wife, Let them that list, laugh still, rather than weep For me; Hear is a cloak cost fifty pound, wife, Which I can cell for thirty, when I ha' seen All London in't, and London has seen me. To day, I go to the Black friar's Playhouse, Sat it he view, salute all my acquaintance, Rise up between the Acts, let fall my cloak, Publish a handsome man, and a rich suit (As that's a special end, why we go thither, All that pretend, to stand for it o'the Stage) The Ladies ask who's that? (For, they do come To see us, Love, as we do to see them) Now, I shall loose all this, for the false fear Of being laughed at? Yes, wiss. Let 'em laugh, wife, Let me have such another cloak to morrow. And let 'em laugh again, wife, and again, And than grow fat with laughing, and than fatter,
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O Sr! for hidden treaſure, Hee hopes to finde: and has propos'd himſelfe So infinite a Maſſe, as to recouer, He cares not what he parts with, of the preſent, To his men of Art, who are the race, may coyne him. Promiſe gold mountaines, and the couetous Are ſtill moſt prodigall. But ha' you faith, That he will hold his bargaine? O deare, Sir! He will not off on't. Feare him not. I know him. One baſeneſſe ſtill accompanies another. See! he is heere already, and his wife too. A wondrous handſome creature, as I liue! COme wife, this is the Gentleman. Nay, bluſh not. Why, what do you meane Sir? ha' you your reaſon? Wife, I do not know, that I haue lent it forth To any one; at leaſt, without a pawne, wife: Or that I'haue eat or drunke the thing, of late, That ſhould corrupt it. Wherefore gentle wife, Obey, it is thy vertue: hold no acts Of diſputation. Are you not enough The talke, of feaſts, and meetingy, but you'll ſtill Make argument for freſh? Why, carefull wedlocke, If I haue haue a longing to haue one tale more Goe of mee, what is that to thee, deare heart? Why ſhouldſt thou enuy my delight? or croſſe it? By being ſolicitous, when it not concernes thee? Yes, I haue ſhare in this The ſcorne will fall As bittterly on me, where both are laught at. Laught at, ſweet bird? is that the ſcruple? Come, come, Thou art a Niaiſe. Which of your great houſes, (I will not meane at home, here, but abroad) Your families in France, wife, ſend not forth Something, within the ſeuen yeere, may be laught at? I doe not ſay ſeuen moneths, nor ſeuen weekes, Nor ſeuen daies, nor houres: but ſeuen yeere wife. I giue 'hem time. Once, within ſeuen yeere, I thinke they may doe ſomething may be laught at. In France, I keepe me there, ſtill. Wherefore, wife, Let them that liſt, laugh ſtill, rather then weepe For me; Heere is a cloake coſt fifty pound, wife, Which I can ſell for thirty, when I ha' ſeene All London in't, and London has ſeene mee. To day, I goe to the Black fryers Play-houſe, Sit it he view, ſalute all my acquaintance, Riſe vp betweene the Acts, let fall my cloake, Publiſh a handſome man, and a rich ſuite (As that's a ſpeciall end, why we goe thither, All that pretend, to ſtand for 't o'the Stage) The Ladies aske who's that? (For, they doe come To ſee vs, Loue, as wee doe to ſee them) Now, I ſhall loſe all this, for the falſe feare Of being laught at? Yes, wuſſe. Let 'hem laugh, wife, Let me haue ſuch another cloake to morrow. And let 'hem laugh againe, wife, and againe, And then grow fat with laughing, and then fatter,