Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
One word confutes thee, ever into silence, I am married. A mistake in private, who knows that? Margaretta, And myself, besides a thousand witnesses within Quit you those, and who dares speak it else? Who dares not speak a truth. Dares not, who dares? What danger is more great than to speak truth? If poor ones durst speak plain of great men's faults, There needed no libelling. I'll choke freedom; Oh what a bed of snakes struggle within me. Tush, they are but worms, and I'll give thee seed and reasons To destroy'em; yo'are married. A good physician; Thou killest me quickly to haste me out of pain. Tush, I must first draw the corruption forth, And then apply the healing medicine. Persuade me to turn Turk, or Moore Mahometan, For by the lustfull lawes of M I may have three wives more. And concubines beside; turn Moore? Do you expect such counsel from your friend? Wrong me not so, I'll show you a Christian way At least a way dispensed with Christians, Say you distaste your match, as well you may, When truth shall be unmasked, and shame walk by, Bearing a blushing torch to light them both, Mend then the cause before it take effect, Annihilate your marriage that the cause, 'tis private yet, let it be private: Allow your , She may be to To embrace you, say she be called your whore For some thing that may breed from what is done, Better her shame then yours; a common thing: Poor beauties are proud of noble bastardy. Fearful counsel. Does your Margaret love you? Beyond her life. Good, marry Dionisa, grief kills her, then are you a widower. Horrible murder, 'twere less tyranny To kill at once, then by a linging poson. Ha? poison? what white devil prompted that? Poison, brave, the very change of friendship, the trial Of a friend's love to death, would you make sure Of a friend's constancy, a swift poison will strike it dead. And t the easiest way and may be done Even in the terms of love, as thus, I dri drink to you, Or accept these gloves, the taste, the touch, the sight, Tush, any sense will take it kindly. I'll hear nomore from thee thou studiest to make worse A positive bad, by a vild performance. Ha? Look yonder, there's an eye speaks better In very silence, where's poor Marg Margaret now. Oh my . Look upon that face; well, y'are my friend, And by that true loves knot, had I that face But in reversion after your decease, I think I should give you physic for't. Worthy Sir, My noble father entreats some words with you. A happy messenges in to him, How shall I quit your pains? I'll take my travel sort Sir. 'tis too little. I think it too much Sir, For I was loath to have traveled thus far, had not Obedience tide me to't. Y'are too quick.
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One word confutes thee, ever into silence, I am married. A mistake in private, who knows that? Margaretta, And my selfe, besides a thousand witnesses within Quit you those, and who dares speake it else? Who dares not speake a truth. Dares not, who dares? What danger is more great then to speake truth? If poore ones durst speake plaine of great mens faults, There needed no libelling. I'le chke freedome; Oh what a bed of struggle within me. Tush, they are but wormes, and I'le give thee seed and reasons To destroy'em; yo'are married. A good physitian; Thou kill'st me quickly to haste me out of paine. Tush, I must first draw the corruption forth, And then apply the healing medi. Perswade me to turne Turk, or Mo Mahometan, For by the lustfull lawes of M I may have three wives more. And concubines besides; turne Moore? Do you expect such counsell from your friend? Wrong me not so, I'le shew you a Christian way At least a way dispenc'd with Christians, Say you distaste your . as well you may, When truth shall be ▪ and shame walke by, Bearing a blushing to light them both, Mend then the cause before it take effect, Annihillate your that cause, Tis private yet, let it : Allow your , She may be to To embrac you, say she be call'd your whore For some thing that may breed from what is done, Better her shame then yours; a common thing: Poore beauti are proud of noble basardie. Fearfull counsell. Does your Margaret love you? Beyond her life. Good, marry Di, griefe kills her, then are you a widower. Horrible murther, twere lesse To kill at once, then by a linging poson. Ha? poyson? what white devill prpted that? Poyson, brave, the very change of friendship, the triall Of a friend love to death, would you sure Of a friends constancy, a swift poyson will strike it dead. And the way and be Even in the of love, , I dri to you, Or accept these gloves, the , the touch, the sight, Tush, any sence will take it kindly. I'le heare nomore from thee thou studiest to make worse A positive bad, by a vilde perfor. Ha? Looke yonder, there's an eye speaker In very silence, where's poore Marg now. Oh my . Looke upon that face; well, y'are my friend, And by that loves not, had I that face But in reversion after your decease, I thinke I should give you physicke fort. Worthy Sir, My noble father intreats some words with you. A happy messenges in to him, How shall I quit your I'le take my travell sort Sir. Tis too little. I it too much Sir, For I was loth to have travellde thus farre, had not Obedience tide me toot. Y'are too quicke.