A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 22 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
By his late marriage to the wealthiest widow That London had, who has not only made him Lord of herself, but of her whole estate. Mother-a-pearl, I rejoice in't: this news Is yet but young? Fame will soon speak it loud, Sir This may help happily to make all peace; But how have you parleyed with my daughter, Sir. Very well Father: We spoke something, but did Nothing at all; I requested him to pull me A Catherine Pear, and had not I looked to him He would have mistaken and given me a poppering; And to requite his kindness, I plucked him a Rose, And he had almost pricked my finger for my pains. Well said Wag, are there sparks kindled, quench 'em not for me, 'tis not a father's roughness, Nor doubtful hazard of an Uncle's kindness Can me deter; I must to your father. Where (as a chief affair) I'll once more move, And if I can return him back to love. Sir, you see I have made a speedy choice, And as swift a marriage; be it as it will, I like the man, if his qualities afflict me, I shall be happy in't. I must not distaste, what I have helped to make; 'Tis I that joined you. A good bargain, I hope. Roger, Where's your Master? The Good man of the house is within forsooth. Not your Master, Sir. 'Tis hard of digestion: Yes, my Master is within; He masters you therefore I must be Content: You have longed for Crosses a good While, and now you are like to be Farther off them than e'er you were; For I'm afraid, your good husband will leave You ne'er a cross i'th' house to bless you with. Well Sir, I shall be blessed in't: But where is he? Where he has mistaken the place a little, Being his wedding-day; he is in nomine, When he should be in re. And where's that? In your Countinghouse; If he were a kind Husband, he would have been in another Countinghouse by this time: he's tumbling Over all his money bags yonder; you shall Hear of him in the bowling Alley again. Why Sir, all is his, and at his Dispose; who shall dare to thwart him? Look where he comes. How now, Sweetheart? what hast thou there? I find much debts belonging to you, Sweet; And my care must be now to fetch them in; Ha, ha; prithee do not mistake thyself, Nor my true purpose; I did not wed to thrall, Or bind thy large expense, but rather to add A plenty to that liberty; I thought by this, Thou wouldst have stuffed thy pockets full of Gold, And thrown it at a hazard; made Ducks and Drakes, And baited fishes with thy silver flies; Lost, and fetched more: why this had been my joy; Perhaps at length thou wouldst have wasted My store; why, this had been a blessing to Good for me.
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By his late marriage to the wealthiest widow That London had, who has not onely made him Lord of her selfe, but of her whole estate. Mother-a-pearle, I rejoyce in't: this newes Is yet but young? Fame will soone speake it loud, Sir This may helpe happily to make all peace; But how have you parly'd with my daughter, Sir. Very well Father: We spake something, but did Nothing at all; I requested him to pull me A Catherin Peare, and had not I lookt to him He would have mistooke and given me a Popperrin; And to requite his kindenesse, I pluck'd him a Rose, And he had almost prick'd my finger for my paines. Well said Wag, are there sparkes kindled, quench 'M not for me, 'tis not a fathers roughnesse, Nor doubtfull hazard of an Vncles kindenesse Can me deterre; I must to your father. Where (as a chiefe affaire) I'l once more moue, And if I can returne him backe to love. Sir, you see I have made a speedy choyse, And as swift a marriage; be it as it will, I like the man, if his qualities afflict me, I shall be happy in't. I must not distate, what I have help'd to make; I that joyn'd you. A good bargaine, I hope. Roger, Where's your Master? The Good man of the house is within forsooth. Not your Master, Sir. 'Tis hard of digestion: Yes, my Master is within; Hee masters you therefore I must be Content: You have long'd for Crosses a good While, and now you are like to be Farther off them than e'r you were; For I'm affraid, your good husband will leave You ne'r a crosse i'th' house to blesse you with. Well Sir, I shall be blest in't: But where is he? Where he has mistaken the place a little, Being his wedding-day; he is in nomine, When he should be in re. And where's that? In your Counting-house; If he were a kinde Husband, he would have bin in another Counting-house by this time: hee's tumbling Over all his money bags yonder; you shall Heare of him in the bowling Alley againe. Why Sir, all is his, and at his Dispose; who shall dare to twhart him? Looke where he comes. How now, Sweete-heart? what hast thou there? I finde much debts belonging to you, Sweete; And my care must be now to fetch them in; Ha, ha; prethee doe not mistake thy selfe, Nor my true purpose; I did not wed to thrall, Or binde thy large expence, but rather to adde A plenty to that liberty; I thought by this, Thou would'st have stuft thy pockets full of Gold, And throwne it at a hazard; made Ducks and Drakes, And baited fishes with thy silver flyes; Lost, and fetcht more: why this had bin my joy; Perhaps at length thou would'st have wast'd My store; why, this had bin a blessing to Good for me.