Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 450 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
'tis well, I am glad of your happiness, And much joy to my brother Capritio, And his fair spouse. She is according to My heart's desire, sir. Well, a word with you, Master Trimalchio, and the rest. What say you? You were as good know it at first, as at last. You are not the first, that have been deceived. In what? my wife? I married her for a maid. And whether she be one, or no, I care not. Nay, should I hear a man that should abuse her In that, I would defend her with my sword. But she and you must call this man your father. I so she must, he gave her at the Church. Nay, her own natural father, flesh and bone, I hope she'll not deny it. No indeed, sir. I would not live to be so ungracious. I must acknowledge thee my child, or I Should do thy mother wrong. I do not think so, You'll not make me believe that I took her For a lord's daughter, and a great heir. Where are Agurtes and the Captain to justify it? Is he your father? He has ever bred me: And I have always called him so. I hope It is no shame: my parentage is honest. Well, if he be, 'tis no disparagement, To marry a justice's daughter. Come, you have Been carried hood winked through this business. Nor is the day yet clear before you. Mark me; I'll open but one leaf in all the book, And you shall see the whole discovery. Come sir, unease. Who have we here? Agurtes And the Captain? Was't you that played the justice? And you his clerk? And I the Constable. Then you are a knot of knaves for your labour. Now I perceive that I am plainly gulled. I am glad there's no man cheated but himself. Your arrow is one of the same quiver too. I'll none of her by this light. Why, you may choose. And yet I do not well see, how you can choose. She is your wife, and you have married her, And must allow her means to maintain her. You may declare yourself unto the world. And be laughed at: but keep your own counsel, And who needs know of it? Believe me sir, The Gentlewoman is not to be despised, Her wit and virtues are dowry sufficient. Nay, if you say so, then must I needs love her: But by this hand, I thought you would have jeered me. Hold on your course, march on as you came in, And rest content, since fate has thought it fit, To make your fortunes equal with your wit.
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Tis well, I am glad of your happineſſe, And much ioy to my brother Capritio, And his faire ſpouſe. She is according to My hearts deſire, ſir. Well, a word with you, Maſter Trimalchio, and the reſt. What ſay you? You were as good know it at firſt, as at laſt. You are not the firſt, that haue beene deceiued. In what? my wife? I married her for a mayd. And whether ſhe be one, or no, I care not. Nay, ſhould I heare a man that ſhould abuſe her In that, I would defend her with my ſword. But ſhe and you muſt call this man your father. I ſo ſhe muſt, hee gaue her at the Church. Nay, her owne naturall father, fleſh and bone, I hope ſhee'l not deny it. No indeede, ſir. I wou'd not liue to be ſo vngracious. I muſt acknowledge thee my child, or I Shold doe thy mother wrong. I doe not thinke ſo, You'l not make me beleeue that I tooke her For a Lords daughter, and a great heire. Where are Agurtes and the Captaine to iuſtifie it? Is hee your father? He has euer bred mee: And I haue alwayes cal'd him ſo. I hope It is no ſhame: my parentage is honeſt. Well, if hee bee, tis no diſparagement, To marry a Iuſtices daughter. Come, you haue Beene carryed hood winkt through this buſineſſe. Nor is the day yet cleere before you. Marke mee; I'll open but one leafe in all the booke, And you ſhall ſee the whole diſcouery. Come ſir, vneaſe. Who haue we heere? Agurtes And the Captaine? Was't you that playd the Iuſtice? And you his clarke? And I the Conſtable. Then you are a knot of knaues for your labour. Now I perceiue that I am playnly guld. I am glad ther's no man cheated but himſelfe. Your arrow is one of the ſame quiuer too. Ile none of her by this light. Why, you may chuſe. And yet I doe not well ſee, how you can chuſe. She is your wife, and you haue married her, And muſt allow her meanes to maintayne her. You may declare your ſelfe vnto the world. And bee laught at: but keepe your owne counſell, And who needs know of it? Beleeue me ſir, The Gentlewoman is not to be deſpiſde, Her wit and vertues are dowry ſufficient. Nay, if you ſay ſo, then muſt I needs loue her: But by this hand, I thought you would haue jeer'd me. Hold on your courſe, march on as you came in, And reſt content, ſince fate has thought it fit, To make your fortunes equall with your wit.