Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Summer— no Winter. i, Winter, Winter, Winter: But you said Summer first, I won't play. Au, but I said Winter afterward though. Begin then. One— So, so, you touched the other stone, now I must play. You lie, I did not touch it. You lie, you did touch it, and you shall have no pins here. shan't I so? but I will though; do you scratch hussy? I that I will scratch, and bite too. Give me my gloves, and bracelets again. You may go look 'em, I won't, as long as you gave Them me. Give a thing, and take a thing That's the Devils gold-ring. Well if I don't tell my Father of this, you puss you. You monkey. You Bastard. Do you abuse one's friends you jade you? And you call me jade you are a Whore. Do you call Whore? I that I will call Whore, well, well, the next time That you eat any Cheesecakes at our house You shall have better luck shall you. Your Cheesecakes? we have as good of our own. Au, hau, you shall ne'er make no dirt pies With me in our barn hussy. Who cares? than you shall gather no more Violets, nor Primroses in our Close. Your Close? I'll gather there in spite of your teeth. It is my Father's Close, so it is, so it is. Your Father does but hire it— Oh here he comes Here he comes, here comes my Father, Now you shall see. Au but I'll run home. Come on, I am not of that rank of Patrons Which set to sale the livings of the Church. (Oh are you here my daughter? wipe your nose;) I take no bonds in secret, sell no horse For his price centuple, nor do I send The eager suitors up unto my Lady, That she might judge which is the better gifted. (Sir if your father will be bound to pay The first years revenues, you are the man shall speed, A reservation of mine own tithes too Must be concluded on before you have it) But as a true lover of virtue, do Choose rather to confer a double good Then the least damage on the man I deal with. Behold my young and tender daughter here; I do confess she's not the rarest piece That ever nature drew, nor is it fit That such as you, who either are, or should be Wedded unto your Books, should have a loud And clamorous beauty to disturb your studies. You need not fear the thought of her perfection. Will call you from a piece of Greek to read Miracles in her face. Hold up your head, And tell me now which of this goodly troop You have most mind to, for on him will I Bestow old Lively's Parsonage, and thee In Marriage.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
— Summer— no Winter. i, Winter, Winter, Winter: But you ſaid Summer firſt, I wo'nt play. Au, but I ſaid Winter afterward though. Begin then. One— So, ſo, you toucht the other ſtone, now I muſt play. You ly, I did not touch it. You ly, you did touch it, and you ſhal haue no pins here. Sh'ant I ſo? but I will though; doe you ſcratch huſſie? I that I will ſcratch, and bite too. Giue me my gloues, and bracelets againe. You may goe looke 'vm, I wo'nt, as long as you gaue Them me. Giue a thing, and take a thing That's the Deuills gold-ring. Well if I don't tell my Father of this, you Puſſe you. You Munkey. You Baſtard. Doe you abuſe one's friends you Iade you? And you call me Iade you are a Whore. Doe you call Whore? I that I will call Whore, well, well, the next time That you eate any Cheeſecakes at our houſe You ſhall haue better luck ſhall you. Your Cheeſecakes? we haue as good of our owne. Au, hau, you ſhall nere make no durt pyes With me in our Barne huſſie. Who cares? then you ſhall gather no more Violets, nor Primeroſes in our Cloſe. Your Cloſe? I'le gather there in ſpight of your teeth. It is my Fathers Cloſe, ſo it is, ſo it is. Your Father does but hire it — Oh here he comes Here he comes, here comes my Father, Now you ſhall ſee. Au but I'le runne home. Come on, I am not of that ranke of Patrons Which ſet to ſale the livings of the Church. (Oh are you here my daughter? wipe your noſe;) I take no bonds in ſecret, ſell no horſe For his price centuple, nor doe I ſend The eager ſuiters up unto my Lady, That ſhe might judge which is the better gifted. (Sir if your father will be bound to pay The firſt yeeres revenues, you are the man ſhall ſpeed, A reſervation of mine owne tithes too Muſt be concluded on before you haue it) But as a true lover of vertue, doe Chuſe rather to conferre a double good Then the leaſt dammage on the man I deale with. Behold my young and tender daughter here; I doe confeſſe ſhee's not the rareſt piece That ever nature drew, nor is it fit That ſuch as you, who either are, or ſhould be Wedded unto your Bookes, ſhould haue a lowd And clamorous beautie to diſturbe your ſtudies. You need not feare the thought of her perfection. Will call you from a piece of Greeke to reade Miracles in her face. Hold up your head, And tell me now which of this goodly troupe You haue moſt mind to, for on him will I Beſtow old Liuely's Parſonage, and thee In Marriage.