Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
But why so suddenly? Good sir, at least give me some time to think. Never hope it. But why sir today? Because it pleaseth him it most concerns. Do but defer it till tomorrow sir, (Could I obtain but this request, I was happy, I'd keep tomorrow in another world) Until tomorrow? not for an hour: I know Your disposition son too well for that. I have you now, but where you'll be next day, He 's wiser than your father that does know. But father, I beseech you hear. But son I will not hear, I tell you. Master Hook, You here do give your daughter? Willingly. Anteros, receive thy loving wife. How now? You will not urge me?— go too, do not do it. O that mine arms are now at liberty! O Stipes, happiest man alive, thou hast No hands to make a contract,— is there never A Mousehole hereabouts to creep into? But stay a while, my paper portion. The writings. Take them. You're an honest man. 'tis right. Now take your wife. I wish you a Barber sir. Is that fair Edifice yours? It is my son. Gooder and gooder still; my son? then take My counsel sir, go to your house and purge, You will be mad else presently; prevent The current of the humour, for I see (With that poor little reading which I have I'th' volume of man) by your distempered looks, That some strange deep, and conquering Melancholy ere long will seize you: why do you follow me Thus with your braided ware? nay never frown, Good Mr justice, let's have no Warrants made, Nor Mittimuses with your distorted looks; we have a forehead too, and can look grim, And make as ugly and prodigious faces, As the most ignorant justice of you all. But shall I tell you (sweet Mr Velvet-hose) What I will do, because you were so kind, For to deliver in the Bonds for nothing? Nay sir, I must transplant these thumbs, before I can resolve you: so.— thou'rt a damned rascal, And I will cut that throat of thine (do you mark?) And when I've done, will fillip that morsel, woman, On an embassage to my Hawks, no more; By heavens I'll do 't. Oh Traitor, Miscreant, Daughter take heed; Terpander, O Terpander, He threatens me to cut my throat. How's that? Sir, you must pardon him, the man is mad. He swears he will make hawksmeat of my daughter. On my virginity sir, he does me wrong; I did not charge a syllable upon him, But fell as coolly from me as a dew. Upon a drooping field; each word I vented Was steeped in an honeycomb. I did but bid him In a plain, civil dialect to provide another husband for his daughter: for I doubted that I should not be at leisure This brace or two of years to marry her. And I may tell you sir, indeed I cannot.
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But why ſo ſuddenly? Good ſir, at leaſt giue me ſome time to think. Never hope it. But why ſir to day? Becauſe it pleaſeth him it moſt concernes. Doe but deferr it till to morrow ſir, (Could I obtaine but this requeſt, I was happy, I'de keepe to morrow in another world) Vntill to morrow? not for an houre: I know Your diſpoſition ſonne too well for that. I haue you now, but where you'l be next day, Hee 's wiſer then your father that does know. But father, I beſeech you heare. But ſon I will not heare, I tell you. Maſter Hooke, You here doe giue your daughter? Willingly. Anteros, receiue thy loving wife. How now? You will not urge me?—goe too, doe not doe it. O that mine armes are now at libertie! O Stipes, happieſt man aliue, thou haſt No hands to make a contract, —is there never A Mouſe-hole hereabouts to creepe into? But ſtay a while, my paper portion. The writings. Take them. You'r an honeſt man. Tis right. Now take your wife. I wiſh you a Barber ſir. Is that faire Edifice yours? It is my ſonne. Gooder and gooder ſtill; my ſon? then take My counſell ſir, go to your houſe and purge, You will be mad elſe preſently; prevent The current of the humour, for I ſee (With that poore little reading which I haue I'th volume of man) by your diſtempered looks, That ſome ſtrange deepe, and conquering Melancholy E're long will ſeize you: why doe you follow me Thus with your braided ware? nay never frowne, Good Mr Iuſtice, let's haue no Warrants made, Nor Mittimuſſes with your diſtorted lookes; Wee haue a forehead too, and can looke grim, And make as ugly and prodigious faces, As the moſt ignorant Iustice of you all. But ſhall I tell you (ſweet Mr Velvet-hoſe) What I will doe, becauſe you were ſo kind, For to deliuer in the Bonds for nothing? Nay ſir, I muſt tranſplant theſe thumbes, before I can reſolue you: ſo.—Thou 'rt a damn'd raſcall, And I will cut that throat of thine (doe you marke?) And when I'ue done, will fillip that morſell, woman, On an embaſſage to my Hawkes, no more; By heauens I'le do 't. Oh Traytor, Miſcreant, Daughter take heed; Terpander, O Terpander, He threatens me to cut my throat. How's that? Sir, you muſt pardon him, the man is mad. He ſweares he will make hawkesmeat of my daughter. On my virginitie ſir, he does me wrong; I did not charge a ſyllable upon him, But fell as coolely from me as a dew. Vpon a drooping field; each word I vented VVas ſteep'd in an hony-combe. I did but bid him In a plaine, civill dialect to provide An other husband for his daughter: for I doubted that I ſhould not be at leaſure This brace or two of yeeres to marry her. And I may tell you ſir, indeed I cannot.