Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Maid of Honor · chunk 11 of 37

Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals)
tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.85 · 500 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

More I know too, This harsh induction must serve as a foil To the well tuned observance and respect, You will hereafter pay me, being made Familiar with my credit with the King, And that, contain your joy, I deign to love you. Love me? I am not raped with't. Hear't again. I love you honestly, now you admire me. I do indeed, it being a word so seldom Heard from a courtier's mouth. But pray you deal plainly, Since you find me simple. what might be the motives Inducing you to leave the freedom of A bachelor's life, on your soft neck to wear The stubborn yoke of marriage? And of all The beauties in Palermo, to choose me, Poor me? that is the main point you must treat of. Why I will tell you. Of a little thing You are a pretty peat, indifferently fair too; And like a new-rigged ship both tight, and y'are Well trussed to bear. Virgins of Giant size Are sluggards at the sport: but for my pleasure, Give me a near well timbered gamester like you, Such need no spurs, the quickens of your eye Assures an active spirit. You are pleasant Sir, Yet I presume, that there was one thing in me Unmentioned yet, that took you more than all Those parts you have remembered. What? My wealth Sir. You are i'the right, without that beauty is A flower worn in the morning, at night trod on But beauty, youth, and fortune meeting in you, I will vouchsafe to marry you. You speak well, And in return excuse me Sir, if I Deliver reasons why upon no terms I'll marry you, I fable not. I am glad To hear this, I began to have an ague. Come your wise reasons. Such as they are, pray you take them. First I am doubtful whether you are a man, Since for your shape trimmed up in a lady's dressing You might pass for a woman: now I love To deal on certainties. And for the fairness Of your complexion, which you think will take me, The colour I must tell you in a man Is weak and faint, and never will hold out If put to labour, give me the lovely brown. A thick curled hair of the same die; broad shoulders, A brawny arm full of veins, a leg without An artificial calf, I suspect yours, But let that pass. She means me all this while, For I have every one of those good parts, O Sylli, fortunate Sylli! You are moved Sir. Fie no, go on. Then as you are a courtier; A graced one too, I fear you have been too forward, And so much for your person. Rich you are, Devilish rich, as 'tis reported, and sure have The aids of Satan's little fiends to get it, And what is got upon his back, must be Spent you know where, the proverb's stale, one word more And I have done.
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PlayThe Maid of Honor
AuthorMassinger, Philip
Publication year (edition)1632
First performance / composition (Annals)1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)]
First performance (BritDrama)1630 [early]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 992 · TCP A07240 · DEEP 806
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 770–837 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 37 in this edition
Length500 words · 642 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.852 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
More I know too, This harsh induction must serve as a foyle To the well tun'd observance and respect, You will hereafter pay me, being made Familiar with my credit with the King, And that, containe your joy, I daine to love you. Love me? I am not rap'd with't. Hear't againe. I love you honestly, now you admire me. I doe indeed, it being a word so seldome Heard from a courtiers mouth. But pray you deale plainly, Since you finde me simple. what might be the motives Inducing you to leave the freedome of A batchelers life, on your sot necke to weare The stubborne yoake of marriage? And of all The beauties in Palerm, to choose me, Poore me? that is the maine point you must treate of. Why I will tell you. Of a little thing You are a prettle peate, indifferenly faire too; And like a new-rigg'd shippe both tite, and y'are Well truss'd to beare. Virgins of Gyant size Are luggards at the sport: but for my pleasure, Give me a near well imbred gamster like you, Sch neede no sprres, the quickenes of your eye Assures an active spirit. You are pleasant Sir, Yet I presume, that there was one thing in me Vnmention'd yet, that tooke you more then all Those parts you have remembred. What? My wealth Sir. You are i'the right, without that beautie is A flower worne in the morning, at night trod on But beautie, youth, and fortune meeting in you, I will vouchsafe to marrie you. You speake well, And in returne excuse me Sir, if I Deliver reasons why upon no tearmes I'll marrie you, I fable not. I am glad To heare this, I began to have an ague. Come your wise reasons. Such as they are, pray you take them. First I am doubtfull whether you are a man, Since for your shape trimmd up in a Ladies dressing You might passe for a woman: now I love To deale on certainties. And for the fairenes Of your complexion, which you thinke will take me, The colour I must tell you in a man Is weake and fant, and never will hold out If put to labour, giue me the lovely browne. A thicke curl'd hayre of the same dye; broad shoulders, A brawnie arme full of veines, a legge without An artificiall calfe, I suspect yours, But let that passe. She meanes me all this while, For I have every one of those good parts, O Sylli, fortunate Sylli! You are mov'd Sir. Fie no, go on. Then as you are a courtier; A grc'd one too, I feare you have beene too forward, And so much for your person. Rich you are, Divelish rich, as 'tis reported, and sur have The aides of Satans little fiends to get it, And what is got upon his backe, must be Spent you know where, the proverb's sta'e, one word more And I have done.