Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Will thy godhead deign These two the blessings of the genial sheet? He beckons 'em. ay, there the faith is plighted. False Pamphilus, the honour of the temple, And the respect I bear religion, Cannot protect thee. I will stain the altars, And sprinkle every statue in the shrine With treacherous blood. Provoke not Jove's just thunder. Well, you may take Evadne, heaven give you joy. Religion is mere juggling. This is nothing But the priest's knavery: a kind of holy trick To gain their superstition credit. Hymen, Why dost thou turn away thy head? I fear Thy bashful deitle is ashamed to look A woman in the face. If so, I pardon thee: If out of spite thou cross me, know, weak godhead, I'll teach mankind a custom that shall bring Thy altars to neglect. lover's shall couple, As other creatures,— freely, and ne'er stand Upon the tedious ceremony— Marriage: And than thou Priest mayst starve. Who in your temple Will light a— Cere-candle, or for incense burn A grain of frankincense? Heaven instruct our souls To find the secret mystery! I have entertained One that by Ylem and Aldeboran, With the Almutes, can tell any thing. I'll fetch him hither: he shall resolve you. Man is a ship that sails with adverse winds, And has no haven till he land at death. Then when he thinks his hands fast grasp the bank, Comes a rude billow betwixt him and safety, And beats him back into the deep again. HEre's another figure to cast, Sir. These two Gentlemen A sudden joy o'ercomes me. Are to marry Old Chremylus daughters. This is Tyndarus, And he should have Evadne: and this Pamphilus, That has a months-mind to Techmessa; but that Hymen Looks with a wryneck at 'em. If the Ascendent With all his radiations and aspects Know any thing,— here's one that can unfold it. I must go sit myself for mine own wedding. Fly from the temple you unhallowed troup, That dare present your sins for sacrifice Before the gods! What should this language mean? Think you that heaven will ever sign a grant To your incestuous matches? How incestuous? This is not Tyndarus, but Demetrius son, Called Clinias, and fair Evadnes brother. Evadne trusted in exchange to Chremylus, For young Timarchus, whom Demetrius took With him to Athens, when he fled from Thebes To save the infants from the monsters jaws, The cruel Minotaur. marvel not the gods Forbid the banes, when in each match is incest. I wonder he should know this. I am amazed. I will confirm your faith. My father? My father? No, good Timarchus, ask thy blessing there. Sir, if I not mistake me, you are Chremylus. Pray let me see that ring.— Sir, I must challenge it, And in requital will return you this. Demetrius! Welcome. Now my joys are full, When I behold my son and my old friend.
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Will thy godhead daigue These two the blessings of the geniall sheet? He beckens 'um. I, there the faith is plighted. False Pamphilus, the honour of the temple, And the respect I beare religion, Cannot protect thee. I will stain the altars, And sprinkle every statue in the shrine With treacherous bloud. Provoke not Joves just thunder. Well, you may take Evadne, heaven give you joy. Religion is meere juggling. This is nothing But the Priests knaverie: a kinde of holy trick To gain their superstition credit. Hymen, Why dost thou turn away thy head? I fear Thy bashfull deitle is asham'd to look A woman in the face. If so, I pardon thee: If out of spight thou crosse me, know, weak godhead, I'le teach mankinde a custome that shall bring Thy altars to neglect. Lovers shall couple, As other creatures,—freely, and ne're stand Upon the tedious ceremonie—Marriage: And then thou Priest mayst starve. Who in your temple Will light a —Cere-candle, or for incense burn A grain of frankincense? Heaven instruct our souls To finde the secret mysterie! I have entertain'd One that by Ylem and Aldeboran, With the Almutes, can tell any thing. I'le fetch him hither: he shall resolve you. Man is a ship that sails with adverse windes, And has no haven till he land at death. Then when he thinks his hands fast grasp the bank, Comes a rude billow betwixt him and safetie, And beats him back into the deep again. HEre's another figure to cast, Sir. These two Gentlemen A sudden joy o'recomes me. Are to marry Old Chremylus daughters. This is Tyndarus, And he should have Evadne: and this Pamphilus, That has a moneths-minde to Techmessa; but that Hymen Looks with a wry-neck at 'um. If the Ascendent With all his radiations and aspects Know any thing,—here's one that can unfold it. I must go sit my self for mine own wedding. Flie from the temple you unhallowed troup, That dare present your sinnes for sacrifice Before the gods! What should this language mean? Think you that heaven will ever signe a grant To your incestuous matches? How incestuous? This is not Tyndarus, but Demetrius sonne, Call'd Clinias, and fair Evadnes brother. Evadne trusted in exchange to Chremylus, For young Timarchus, whom Demetrius took With him to Athens, when he fled from Thebes To save the infants from the monsters jaws, The cruel Minotaur. Marvell not the gods Forbid the banes, when in each match is incest. I wonder he should know this. I am amaz'd. I will confirm your faith. My father? My father? No, good Timarchus, ask thy blessing there. Sir, if I not mistake me, you are Chremylus. Pray let me see that ring.—Sir, I must challenge it, And in requitall will return you this. Demetrius! Welcome. Now my joyes are full, When I behold my sonne and my old friend.