Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.68 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Nothing grieves me but this wedding will be so still borne We shall have no dancing at it, but I'll foot it To the Priest howsoever, Fala, la, la, la: howe'er the king's employment in the wars Calls on my person, I shall leave behind myself in thee, and bear myself along In thy sweet memory. O Sir, you speak of swift divorce. Relish to joy, a breathing from our pleasures, Come, come, true love shall tie two hearts in one. O happy prove. COme old reverence, if ever thou hadst music in thee, To enchant a maidenhead, now strike up. You play well On the Pandora, Sir I wonder your skill. fails to make her dance after it. Tush, I give thee The precedence, wire strings will not dov, it must be A wind instrument that's governed with stopping of holes, Which thou playest well on, my old Viol de gamb, Come, thou shalt have reward. And what pay have you for pandership, Little or nothing, it comes short of the bawd always. A bawd, why what's a bawd, pander? Why bawd, Ile tell thee what a bawd i. Then pander I will tell thee what a pander is. A bawd's a thing that when the devil plays at maw, bawd He turns up trump, because she's a help. But the pander playing with the devil robs the To make his hand the stronger, and the cards being The devils, he makes out a little heart (and that's all He has) into the stock. The devil vies it with the bawd. The pander being drunk sees the devil. The devil plays on, and loses the bawd. And takes away the knave (which is the pander) With his five finger. And fearing he has not tricks enough Gives up his dealing to the bawd, so they shuffle again. Enough of this game. Well, the maidenhead is In this enchanted Castle, thou must blow up, Give fire old Linstock, I confess I am repulsed i'th' van; If thou failest too the king comes with a murdering piece In the rear, oh 'tis a royal service. Well, leave it to me Sir. She, she sallies upon thee, Asmotheus beus, Corothus, and all the fiends of the flesh Stand at thine elbow. Bless ye fair Virgin: From your age with a virgin Epitaph, if you No better be than I esteem you. 'twere pity Indeed you should be a virgin to my age Sweet beauty, you would be like a garment long laid by, And out of fashion, which though new, would not be worth a wearing: Is that your companion Parted with you? No companion Lady, But a friend of mine, as I hope he is of yours. Y'are both nought then, and neither friends of mine. But here you have me prisoner in your power If you have aught to speak to me out with't. you're beloved Lady, and which is more, Yea most, Of a king beloved.
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Nothing grieves me but this wedding will be so still borne We shall haue no dancing at it, but Ile foot it To the Priest howsoeuer, Fala, la, la, la: How ere the kings employment in the wars Calls on my person, I shall leaue behinde My selfe in thee, and beare my selfe along In thy sweet memory. O Sir, you speake of swift diuorce. Rellish to ioy, a breathing from our pleasures, Come, come, true loue shall tye two hearts in one. O happy proue. COme old reuerence, if euer thou hadst musique in thee, To inchant a maydenhead, now strike vp. You play well On the Pandora, Sir I wonder your skill. Failes to make her dance after it. Tush, I giue thee The precedence, wire strings will not doote, it must be A winde instrument thats gouern'd with stopping of holes, Which thou playest well on, my old Violl de gamb, Come, thou shalt haue reward. And what pay haue you for pandership, Little or nothing, it comes short of the wd alwaies. A bawd, why whats a awd, pander? Why bawd, Ile tell thee what a bawd i. Then pander I will tell thee what a pander is. A bawd a thing that when the deuil plaies at , bawd He turnes vp trump, because shees a helpe. But the pandet playing with the deuill robs the To make his hand the stronger, and the cards being The deuils, he makes out a little heart (and thats all He has) into the stocke. The deuill vyes it with the bawd. The pander being drunke sees the deuill. The deuill playes on, and looses the bawd. And takes away the knaue (which is the pander) With his fiue finger. And fearing he has not tricks enough Giues vp his dealing to the bawd, so they shuffle agen. Enough of this game. Well, the maidenhead is In this enchanted Castle, thou must blow vp, Giue fire old Linstocke, I confesse I am repulst ith van; If thou failst too the king comes with a murdering piece In the rere, oh tis a royall seruice. Well, leaue it to me Sir. She, she sallyes vpon thee, Asbeus, Corothus, and all the fiends of the flesh Stand at thine elbow. Blesse ye faire Virgin: From your age with a virgine Epitaph, if you No better be then I esteeme you. T were pity Indeed you should be a virgin to my age Sweet beauty, you woud be like a garment long laid by, And out of fashion, which tho new, woud not be worth a wearing: Is that your companion Parted with you? No companion Lady, But a friend of mine, as I hope he is of yours. Y'are both naught then, and neither friends of mine. But here you haue me prisoner in your power If you haue ought to speake to me out with't. Ya're belou'd Lady, and which is more, Yea most, Of a king beloude.