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 · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Peace wayward barn; O cease thy more: Thy far more wayward Daddy's gone: And never will recalled be By cries of either thee, or me: For should we cry, until we die, we could not scent his cruelty. Ballow, Ballow, &c. Hee needs might in himself foresee, What thou successively might'st be; And could he then, (though me forego) His Infant leave, ere he did know, How like the Dad would be the Lad, In time, to make fond maidens glad Ballow, ballew, &c. How is this pretty Mrs. Constance, that you complain of your Love before he be lost? Who be you I pray? Pray thee tell her Governor. I ha' not the heart to lie now. It is sir Philip Lady, come to do you right. De● hear? Yes sir, I hear you vary we'll; and could eene wish i' my heart I could believe you. Speak yourself sir. You may Mistress Constance; for as I am an honest man, I never meant to wrong you. I do believe you sir. But pray protest no more by that name till you make yourself such by marrying me. You have gotten a barn by me, I is sure of'at. I come for the same purpose Sweetheart. I'll both father and keep thy Child, and make thee an honest Woman. Give me your hand before this Gentleman, and your Servant here; and say but the word; I'll get a Licence presently, fetch you away, and dispatch you tonight. Marry me, marry me, quoth the bonny Lass: and when will you begin. As for thy wedding Lass we'll do well enough, in spite ●' the best o' thy Kin. I can but thank you, obey you, and pray for you sir. Governor; wilt thou believe me? It e'en pities my heart, to wrong so sweet a piece of simplicity. But Fortune has dressed her for me to seed on; and I'll fall to. Or the Devil to choke you. Well boisterous Master Tridewell, your Ropes end hath driven me into a business, here, deserves a whole Rope. But I hope that Destiny attends not me, though this Marriage be his: And since it is his Fate, fair befall it him, I am discharged Come Governor, we are agreed let's go that we may hie us again, and dispatch. Nay sir. You shall not say, you married me for nought: you shall hear me sing before you go. What an ouzel 'tis ● she means he shall marry her for a Song. by’r lady a competent Modern portion. As I was gathering Aprill's flowers, He● straight let fall one of his showers; Which drove me to an arbour. 'twere better I my Lap had filled. Although the wet my clothes had spilled, Then to ha' found that harbour For there a subtle Serpent was, Close lying, lurking in the Grass. And there while harmless thinking I, Still watching when the shower would die, Lay listening to a Bird, That singing sat upon the Bower, Her notes unto the falling shower, the Snake beneath me stirred; And with his sting gave me a clap, that swelled my belly not my lap.
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Peace wayward Barne; O cease thy moe: Thy farre more wayward Daddy's gone: And neuer will recalled be By cryes of either thee, or : For should wee cry, vntill wee dye, VVee could not scnt his crelty. Ballow, Ballow, &c. He neds might in himselfe forese, VVhat ccessiuely might'st be; And ould hee then, (though me foregoe) His Infant leaue, ere hee dd know, How like the Dad would bee the Lad, In time, to make fon Maydens glad Ballow, ballew, &c. How is this pretty Mrs. Conance, that you complaine of your Loue before he be lost? Who be you I pray? Pray thee tell her Gouernour. I ha'not the heart to lye now. It is sir Phillip Lady, come to doe you right. De heare? Yes sir, I heare you vary weell; and could ene wish my heart I could beleeue you. Speake your selfe sir. You may Mistris Constance; for as I am an honest man, I neuer meant to wrong you. I doe beleue you sir. But pray prote no more by that name till you make your selfe such by marying me. You haue getten a barne by me, I is sure o'that. I come for the same purpose Sweet-heart. Ile both father and keepe thy Child, and make thee an honest Woman. Giue mee your hand before this Gentleman, and your Seruant here; and say but the word; le get a Licence presently, fetch you away, and dispatch you to night. Marry mee, marry me, quoth the boy Lasse: and when will you beginne. As for thy wdding Lasse wee' doe well enough, in spight ' the best o' thy Kinne. I can but thanke you, obey you, and pray for you sir. Gouernour; wilt thou beleeue me? It eee pitties my heart, to wrong so sweet a peece of simplicity. But Fortune has drest her for me to seed on; and Ile fall to. Or the Deuill to choake you. Well boystrous Master Tridewell, your Ropes end hath driuen me into a busines, here, deserues a whole Rope. But I hope that Dostiny attends not me, though this Mariage be his: And since it is his Fate, faire befall it him, I am discharg'd Come Gouernour, we are agreed lets goe that wee may hye vs againe, and dispatch. Nay sir. You shall not say, you married me for nought: you shall heare me sing before you goe. What an Owsell tis shee meanes hee shall marry her for a Song. Brlady a competent Moderne portion. As I was gathring Aprill's flowers, He streight let fall one of his showers; Which drae me to an arbour. Twere better I my Lap had fill'd. Although the wet my clothes had spill'd, Then to ha'found that harbour For there a subtile Serpent was, Close lying, lurking in the Grasse. And there while harmelesse thinking I, Still watching when the would dye, Lay listning to a Bird, That singing ate vpon the Boer, Her noates vnto the falling showre, the Snake beneath me stird; And with his sting gaue me a clap, that swole my belly not my lap.