Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Lucius, As I do hope to live, as I do prize My lungs, my breath, laughter, and sack, (believe me) I have Neander fast, he 's married To one that is as truly woman, as Was she that did produce thee, and because You shall be certain of 't, 'tis Constantina. But canst thou utter this (without a blush?) Or hath thy many years Blocked up those channels of thy blood, that now They are not able to afford that face, (That starved face of thine, bankrupt of virtue) The least relief? but I'll undo your plots. Since you do force me, I'll confess a secret, Which hitherto I've hardly whispered Unto my privat'st thoughts. I am no husband, No husband (mark you) for Pandora, nor For any woman living; for kind Nature Has stamped Eunuch on me from my cradle. What do I hear? That which is true. An Eunuch! But see Neander comes with his new Bride. Why do you weep and sigh so boy? no more. Do you hear that? But see my Lucius. I must quite alter my discourse, my garb, And all my actions. Hence dull melancholy, I now must find a face that must out-smile A morn in Iune. Lucius, a thousand hails. Unhappy Constantina! to whom Fate Neither permits to live, nor yet to die. Break off those sighs you peevish girl, or i'll— not yet? What means this strange and ponderous eye? As though you were to take our Altitudes Lucius? what? and do you smile? faith speak. How dost thou like my Choice? perhaps you wonder At this so sudden match; but (Friend) you see What Love and a fair Gentlewoman can do. I am the boldest wretch alive. It cannot, Cannot be long before he needs must know her. What will become of thee then Lively? ha? You must be sure not to unveil him Sir, The boy would not be known. What muse you on So deeply Lucius? does your first son's name You shall beget on the most fair Pandora Perplex you now? come on, I'll answer for you, He shall be called Fortunate. Not so, Rather that name belongs to you Neander, That shall have no such care to trouble you: For if my art deceives me not (fair creature Your hand) this wife of yours is never likely For to bear children, but on her back, or arms. Why pray thee sweet? 'Cause in this little vale That lies at the foot of Venus' mountain, here, I do discover something too much for mother. Come, come, Neander, these are poor devices, Tricks of the Scene, and stale, they will not take. And you grey hairs, methinks that thou shouldst owe A greater and more filial reverence To the fair Ceremonies of the Church, then thus To stalk with them, to make them stales unto Such base ridiculous— Lucius, do but hear. I will not hear thee.
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Lucius, As I doe hope to liue, as I doe prize My lungs, my breath, laughter, and ſacke, (beleeue me) I haue Neander faſt, hee 's married To one that is as truely woman, as Was ſhe that did produce thee, and becauſe You ſhall be certaine of 't, 'tis Conſtantina. But canſt thou utter this (without a bluſh?) Or hath thy many yeeres Block'd up thoſe channels of thy blood, that now They are not able to afford that face, (That ſtarved face of thine, bankrupt of vertue) The leaſt reliefe? but I'le undoe your plots. Since you doe force me, I'le confeſſe a ſecret, Which hitherto I'ue hardly whiſpered Vnto my privat'ſt thoughts. I am no husband, No husband (marke you) for Pandora, nor For any woman living; for kind Nature Has ſtamped Eunuch on mee from my cradle. What do I heare? That wch is true. An Eunuch! But ſee Neander comes with his new Bride. Why doe you weepe and ſigh ſo boy? no more. Doe you heare that? But ſee my Lucius. I muſt quite alter my diſcourſe, my garbe, And all my actions. Hence dull melancholly, I now muſt finde a face that muſt out-ſmile A morne in Iune. Lucius, a thouſand hayles. Vnhappy Conſtantina! to whom Fate Neither permits to liue, nor yet to die. Break off thoſe ſighs you peeviſh girle, or i'le — not yet? What meanes this ſtrange and ponderous eye? As though you were to take our Altitudes Lucius? what? and doe you ſmile? faith ſpeake. How doeſt thou like my Choyce? perhaps you wonder At this ſo ſudden match; but (Friend) you ſee What Love and a faire Gentlewoman can doe. I am the boldeſt wretch aliue. It cannot, Cannot be long before he needs muſt know her. What will become of thee then Liuely? ha? You muſt be ſure not to unvaile him Sir, The boy would not be knowne. What muſe you on So deepely Lucius? does your firſt ſonnes name You ſhall beget on the moſt faire Pandora Perplex you now? come on, I'le anſwer for you, He ſhall be called Fortunate. Not ſo, Rather that name belongs to you Neander, That ſhall haue no ſuch care to trouble you: For if my art deceiues me not (faire creature Your hand) this wife of yours is never likely For to beare children, but on her backe, or armes. Why pray thee ſweet? 'Cauſe in this little vale That lies at the foot of Venus mountaine, here, I doe diſcover ſomething too much for mother. Come, come, Neander, theſe are poore devices, Trickes of the Scene, and ſtale, they will not take. And you gray haires, me thinks that thou ſhouldſt owe A greater and more filiall reverence To the faire Ceremonies of the Church, then thus To ſtalke with them, to make them ſtales unto Such baſe ridiculous— Lucius, doe but heare. I will not heare thee.