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 T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
we have lost our daughters, and that's two for one. Ours have been absent ever since the morning. Nor can we study what's become on 'em Is't possible? is there no plot in this? Our servants have inquired in every place. Of our acquaintance. I will tell you Sir, You do remember Master Yongrave. A servant of your Nieces; The same Sir With my consent, he took her forth this morning. To marry her, I do believe he has done't, But it doth wrack my brain, why they should stay thus, They might have married, forty times by this. You did perhaps desire it private. And he too. I will engage my life they are all together. Do you think so? I am confident, let's in to supper, and expect the best. What news with him? 'tis something that he says. I cannot find 'em. How? But I have met a Gentleman, that can Tell you some news. That does concern my daughters? So he reports, he is a cunning man, I think a conjurer, He talks of art, and spirits. This is he Sir. Gentles in your troubled brow, I read what you desire to know, Let no fear invade your heart; I will tell by powerful art, Your Children's fate, and where they are: Know then, they are wandered far, Led by Cupid God of loves, They have now arrived those groves, Where no happy soul can sleep, Venus doth there revels keep. Consecrating day and night, To song, to kisses, and delight: They in Elysium breath, choose whether, They shall move thence, or you go thither. This is some Poetical business. Sweet husband let us go to 'em, I have heard Poets talk much of Elysium, I would fain see whither they be honest of their words or no. No it will befit them to come to us. It shall be so: harmonious strains, That do bless those happy plains; Usher them forth, and shame the spheres, Charm with heavenlier notes our ears, That when we see the lovers come, We may believe Elysium itself come hither, all those bowers, And the shades of pleasure ours. Who are all these? I guess some of them, oh that I were in Elysium What are they vanished? Another turn of your art Good Sir. Chime other music. Now they will discover. Master Yongrave? I rejoice To see you here, this is the Gentleman I praised so much, he has Married now my Niece. But I must ask your blessing, we are married, Ha, another Sweetheart; I am abused, he is a very Knave; where is my Niece? Is he worse for marrying of my child? nay, than my Blessing on you both, my son and daughter. Where's Aurelia? Here Mother, I have met a Husband too, let us divide your Prayers— soft Master Caperwit we are married Sir already.
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Wee have lost our daughters, and that's two for one. Ours have been absent ever since the morning. Nor can we study what's become on 'em Is't possible? is there no plot in this? Our servants have enquired in every place. Of our acquaintance. I will tell you Sir, You doe remember Master Yongrave. A servant of your Neeces; The same Sir With my consent, he tooke her forth this morning. To marry her, I doe beleeve he has don't, But it doth wracke my braine, why they should stay thus, They might have married, forty times by this. You did perhaps desire it private. And he too. I will engage my life they are all together. Doe you thinke so? I am confident, lets in to supper, and expect the best. What newes with him? Tis something that he sayes. I cannot find em. How? But I have met a Gentleman, that can Tel you some newes. That does concerne my daughters? So he reports, he is a cunning man, I think a conjurer, He talkes of art, and spirits. This is he Sir. Gentles in your troubled brow, I read what you desire to know, Let no feare invade your heart; I will tell by powerfull art, Your Childrens fate, and where they are: Know then, they are wandred farre, Led by Cupid God of loves, They have now arriv'd those groves, Where no happie soule can sleepe, Venus doth there revels keepe. Consecrating day and night, To song, to kisses, and delight: They in Elysium breath, chsue whether, They shall move thence, or you goe thither. This is some Poeticall businesse. Sweet husband let us goe to 'em, I have heard Poets talke much of Elysium, I would faine see whither they be honest of their words or no. No it will befit them to come to us. It shall be so: harmonious straines, That doe blesse those happy plaines; Vsher them forth, and shame the spheares, Charme with heavenlier notes our eares, That when we see the lovers come, We may beleeve Elysium It selfe come hither, all those bowers, And the shades of pleasure ours. Who are all these? I ghesse some of them, oh that I were in Elysium What are they vanished? Another turne of your art Good Sir. Chime other musicke. Now they will discover. Master Yongrave? I rejoyce To see you here, this is the Gentleman I prais'd so much, hee has Married now my Neece. But I must aske your blessing, we are married, Ha, another Sweetheart; I am abus'd, hee is a very Knave; where is my Neece? Is hee worse for marrying of my child? nay, then my Blessing on you both, my sonne and daughter. Where's Aurelia? Here Mother, I have met a Husband too, let us divide your Prayers—soft Master Caperwit wee are married Sir already.