Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.86 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Good, struck in years; And could he not as frugally have dispatched it In that one word of old? And— That it will be a comfortable sight To see you married before I die. That it will be a comfortable sight To see you married before my death. I told you so, it is the common road Which they all use when they would pin a wife Upon the son. I wonder all this while The staff of's age, prop of his family Did not come in. Whilst I was thinking thus, Old justice Hook, a Gentleman of rank, And of a family not to be despised, Came to me with his daughter, and desired Our friendship and affinity; and to be brief, We have concluded twixt ye two a marriage, Which must be present; as for the portion, H'as promised in the wedding fire to sacrifice The Bonds wherein our Lands stand forfeited. A thing beyond my hopes, or your deserts. A pox upon that thumb under the girdle, There 's mischief ever toward's: I never knew One of that garb that proved an honest man. 'Tis the grave cheating posture of the city. What's that you mutter to yourself? come speak. I am contented sir. Well said my son. But upon this condition, that it shall Be lawful too for me to sacrifice Unto the aforesaid fire a certain trifle Of mine. What's that? My wife, & your fair daughter. Out on you traitor. Sir, by yea and nay It cannot be afforded cheaper. Wretch And profane person. sayst thou so thou villain? Hast thou no more regard into thy father, Nor to his shipwrackt fortune, that thou thus Dost study his undoing plot his ruin? But father, if I marry her today, When must the wooing be? tomorrow sir? Thou shalt not need to woo her Anteros, She is thine own already. Is she so? Would you was hanged sir for the nowes. Pish, doom, I will not spend an article of air Upon him more— good Mr Hook let's go, The following hour shall see him no son of mine. O, mildly sir. It is determined By all the stars, they have consulted, plotted To make me miserable. Come Terpander, You are too harsh with him, I know your son Does more esteem of Virtue and Religion— Good Master sacrilege, a word in private: (A little farther, yet a little farther) How came you by that strange exotic word You used but now? had you're on interest? Or was it lent you gratis of a friend? What word good Anteros? Religion, For I am sure yet thou never hadst, Nor ever wilt have any of thine own. O profane person! This once I speak it. Wilt have his daughter? What shall I answer him? I shall be disinherited that's certain. He melts, Mr Hook, he melts, I feel him coming. He is our own.
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Good, ſtrucke in yeares; And could he not as frugally have diſpatcht it In that one word of old? And — That it will be a comfortable ſight To ſee you marryed before I dye. That it will be a comfortable ſight To ſee you marryed before my death. I told you ſo, it is the common roade Which they all uſe when they would pin a wife Vpon the ſon. I wonder all this while The ſtaffe of's age, propp of his family Did not come in. Whileſt I was thinking thus, Old juſtice Hooke, a Gentleman of rancke, And of a family not to be deſpiſ'd, Came to me with his daughter, and deſir'd Our friendſhip and affinitie; and to be briefe, We haue concluded 'twixt yee two a marriage, Which muſt be preſent; as for the portion, H'as promis'd in the wedding fire to ſacrifice The Bonds wherein our Lands ſtand forfeited. A thing beyond my hopes, or your deſerts. A pox upon that thumbe under the girdle, There 's miſchiefe ever toward's: I never knew One of that garbe that prov'd an honeſt man. 'Tis the graue cheating poſture of the citie. What's that you mutter to your ſelfe? come ſpeake. I am contented ſir. Well ſaid my ſon. But upon this condition, that it ſhall Be lawfull too for me to ſacrifice Vnto the aforeſaid fire a certaine trifle Of mine. Whats that? My wife, & your faire daughter. Out on you traytor. Sir, by yea and nay It cannot be afforded cheaper. Wretch And profane perſon. Sai'ſt thou ſo thou villaine? Haſt thou no more regard into thy father, Nor to his ſhipwrackt fortun, that thou thus▪ Doeſt ſtudie his undoing plot his ? But father, if I marry her to day, When muſt the wooing be? to morrow ſir? Thou ſhalt not need to wooe her Anteros, Shee is thine owne already. Is ſhee ſo? Would you was hang'd ſir for the nowes. Piſh, dome, I will not ſpend an article of ayre Vpon him more — good Mr Hooke lets goe, The following houre ſhall ſee him no ſon of mine. O, mildly ſir. It is determined By all the ſtarres, they haue conſulted, plotted To make me miſerable. Come Terpander, You are too harſh with him, I know your ſonne Does more eſteeme of Vertue and Religion — Good Maſter Sucriledge, a word in private: (A little farther, yet a little farther) How came you by that ſtrange exotick word You us'd but now? had you'r on intereſt? Or was it lent you gra of a friend? What word good Anteros? Religion, For I am ſure yet thou never hadſt, Nor ever wilt haue any of thine owne. O profane perſon! This once I ſpeake it. Wilt haue his daughter? What ſhall I anſwer him? I ſhall be diſ-inherited that's certaine. He melts, Mr Hooke, hee melts, I feele him comming. Hee is our owne.