Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
If you have soul, or sense, you must remember her: No? Read then her name subscribed to that. If pity, love, or thought of me, Live in your breast I need not die. But if all these from thence be fled; Live you to know, that I am dead. Farewell good Constance. I am sorry I have no further for thee. Do you know that name sir? Yes Lady so well, that I am sorry, that a gentlewoman of your good seeming should have to do for so light a piece of vanity. Leave going o'the devil's Errants: His kingdom's large enough, and too much peopled already. Pray sir, are you in sober earnest? I good faith am I. You are unhappy then. For you shall lose, in this disdain of yours, more honour than your life time in repentance can recover. So fare you well sir. Farewell old Whiskin. Slid I'll marry out o' the way; 'tis time I think: I shall be ta'en up for whore's meat else. Constance! she had a Bastard other day too. What a mischievous Maw has this she Cannibal that gapes for me! 'slight a common Trader, with I know not how many! I marvel she was left out of Cupid's Muster. Sure she bribed the Ballad-maker: One that I have paid at all times too; here's one, there's other▪ And now she hears I am towards marriage pretends a claim to me. And what a Minister she had procured! A Devil in a most gentlewomanlike apparition. It had been well to have pumped her. Is she gone? Who sir, the Gentlewoman? I put her in her coach. Her coach! Coaches must needs be common, when their carriages are so. By this light, Oliver, a Bawd; a very Bawd. Where's my brother widgeon, and his Governor, Anvil! They are wholesomer company o' the two, yet. A Bawd I Bless my Master's wits. But the best is, if he be mad, there's that at hand will tame him, or any man: A fine Cooler, called Marriage, to take his bachelor's button a hole lower! Can it be possible? she might ha' been Mother o' the Maids, as well, to my seeming; or a Matron, to have trained up the best Lady Daughters in the Country. Here comes her Man, again. Is sir Philip Luckless i' the house still sir? Are you the Cock-bawd to the hen was here, ere while sir. Are you mad, or are you drunk sir? Come you to bargain for a Punk sir? Faith where's the meeting? where's the Supper? at the Bridge-foot, or the Cat? or where is it? Nay then sir, though your Master be allowed to measure his manners, by his pleasure, here, on his own yard, I'll be bold to pull you out on't by the ears, and beat you into better fashion.
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If you haue soule, or sense, you must remember her: No? Read then her name subscrib'd to that. If pitty, loue, or thought of me, Liue in your breast I need not die. But if all these from thence be fled; Liue you to know, that I am dead. Farewell good Constance. I am sorry I haue no further for thee. Doe you know that name sir? Yes Lady so well, that I am sorry, that a gentlewoman of your good seeming should haue to doe for so light a peece of vanity. Leaue going o'the devills Errants: His kingdomes large enough, and too much peopled already. Pray sir, are you in sober earnest? I good faith am I. You are vnhappy then. For you shall loose, in this disdaine of yours, more honour then your life time in repentance can recover. So fare you well sir. Farewell old Whiskin. Slid Ile marry out o' the way; tis time I thinke: I shall bee tane vp for whores meat else. Constance! shee had a Bastard tother day too. What a mischeiuous Maw has this shee Caniball that gapes for mee! Slight a common Trader, with I know not how many! I maruell shee was left out of Cupids Muster. Sure shee bribd the Ballat-maker: One that I haue paid at all times too; heres one, there's tother▪ And now shee heares I am towards mariage pretends a claime to mee. And what a Minister shee had procur'd! A Divell in a most gentlewomanlike apparition. It had beene well to haue pumpd her. Is shee gone? Who sir, the Gentlewoman? I put her in her coach. Her Coache! Coaches must needs bee common, when their cariages are so. By this light, Oliver, a Bawd; a very Bawd. Where's my brother Widgine, and his Governour, Anvile! They are wholsomer company o' the two, yet. A Bawd I Blesse my Masters wits. But the best is, if hee be mad, there's that at hand will tame him, or any man: A fine Cooler, call'd Mariage, to take his batchelors button a hle lower! Can it bee possible? Shee might ha' beene Mother o' the Maydes, as well, to my seeming; or a Matron, to haue traind vp the best Lady Daughters in the Countrie. Here comes her Man, againe. Is sir Phillip Lucklesse i' the house still sir? Are you the Cock-bawd to the hen was here, ere while sir. Are you mad, or are you drunke sir? Cme you to bargaine for a Punke sir? Faith where's the meeting? Wher's the Supper? at the Bridgefoot, or the Cat? or where is it? Nay then sir, though your Master be allowd to measure his manners, by his pleasure, here, on his owne yard, Ile bee bold to pull you out on't by the eares, and beat you into better fashion.