Shirley, James · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Jan 10] (Annals) comedy · King's Revels Company (?); Prince Charles's Men (second) (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I hope she has not sold her maidenhead. Her uncle (Whose aim is only profit) hath concluded With me a price for her, and therefore gives Access to none, till I ha' proved my fortune; But I find her devoted to you only, And have conformed my wishes unto hers; She loves you best, and I prefer you too, Return, and be her husband, I'll direct you. You understand my purpose, you shall make The Dance, let me alone to write the songs. A Mask will be delightful to the Ladies. Oh Sir, what Plays are taking without these Pretty devices? Many Gentlemen Are not, as in the days of understanding. Now satisfied without a Jig, which since They cannot, with their honour, call for, after The play, they look to be served up i'th' middle: Your dance is the best language of some Comedies, And footing runs away with all; a Scene Expressed with life of Art, and squared to nature, Is dull and phlegmatic Poetry. Enough; I am bound to honour thee, command my life, Thou excellent young man. I wish you happiness and never after her will love a woman. You know my lodging. I'll attend you Sir. I wonder what's become of my hermaphrodite? Yongrave, how is't man? what art melancholy? What hath hung plummets on thy nimble soul, What sleepy rod hath charmed thy mounting spirit? Prithee enjoy thyself. By Parnassus You must not be so head hung, why dost peep— Under thy cloak as thou didst fear a Sergeant? Who are these? my wish! fortune hath sent thee a cure, The rarest mirth! you sha'not lose it, ha, ha. You have strangely won me to obey you Sir, I refuse nothing you command. Shalt go, And hear how I will talk, and baffle 'em: But what if we meet Caperwit? No matter. No: why then let him go hang himself in his own verses, if the lines be strong enough, come my Nightingale, my Bird of Paradise. If ever thou didst love me, let's follow 'em; Feed not this sullen humour, I'll promise excellent sport. You shall prevail. It was not kindly done, believe me sister, He did perform but our request. 'tis granted; But his neglect of you afflicted me. He could not make you happy, and remain Servant to me. Nor make me blessed, while you Seemed discontented. Do not think I was, I did but carry trouble in my face, When he declared himself withdrew my smiles, For your sake, to make you appear most lovely, And worthy of his choice; and could you be So cruel to reject him, when he came To be confirmed your own without a rival? It seems he did not know who loved him best. Best? Yes, and I in this, will make't appear, That now you have exiled him from your love, I'll sue for his affection. He is mine.
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I hope she ha's not sold her maidenhead. Her vncle (Whose aime is onely profit) hath concluded With me a price for her, and therefore gives Accesse to none, till I ha' prov'd my fortune; But I finde her devoted to you onely, And have conform'd my wishes unto hers; She loves you best, and I preferre you too, Returne, and be her husband, Ile direct you. You understand my purpose, you shall make The Dance, let me alone to write the songs. A Maske will be delightfull to the Ladies. Oh Sir, what Playes are taking without these Pretty devices? Many Gentlemen Are not, as in the dayes of understanding. Now satisfied without a igge, which since They cannot, with their honour, call for, after The play, they looke to be serv'd up ith' middle: Your dance is the best language of some Comedies, And footing runnes away with all; a Scene Exprest with life of Art, and squar'd to nature, Is dull and flegmatick Poetry. Enough; I am bound to honour thee, command my life, Thou excellent young man. I wish you happinesse and never after her will love a woman. You know my lodging. Ile attend you Sir. I wonder what's become of my hermophrodyte? Yongrave, how is't man? what art melancholy? What hath hung plummets on thy nimble soule, What sleepie rod hath charmd thy mounting spirit? Prethee enjoy thy selfe. By Parnassus You must not be so head hung, why dost peep— Vnder thy cloake as thou didst feare a Serjeant? Who are these? my wish! fortune hath sent thee a cure, The rarest mirth! you sha'not lose it, ha, ha. You have strangely wonne me to obey you Sir, I refuse nothing you command. Shalt go, And heare how I will talke, and baffle 'em: But what if wee meet Caperwit? No matter. No: w'y then let him goe hang himselfe in his owne verses, if the lines be strong enough, come my Nightingale, my Bird of Paradise. If ever thou didst love me, lets follow 'em; Feede not this sullen humour, Ile promise excellent sport. You shall prevaile. It was not kindly done, beleeve me sister, He did performe but our request. Tis granted; But his neglect of you afflicted me. He could not make you happy, and remaine Servant to me. Nor make me blest, while you Seem'd discontented. Doe not thinke I was, I did but carry trouble in my face, When he declared himselfe withdrew my smiles, For your sake, to make you appeare most lovely, And worthy of his choice; and could you be So cruell to reject him, when he came To be confirm'd your owne without a rivall? It seemes he did not know who lov'd him best. Best? Yes, and I in this, will mak't appeare, That now you have exild him from your love, Ile sue for his affection. He is mine.