The Contention for Honor and Riches · chunk 10 of 11
Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1631 [c.1625-1632; adapted 1658] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
What say you? By my Cart, and by my Plough, My dun Mare, and best red Cow, By my barn, and fattest wether, My grounds, and all my state together, In thy love I overtake thee, Else my whistling quite forsake me, And let me ever lie, which worse is, At rack and manger with the horses. Then Master Clod.— Ha, ha, with all my heart, am I the man? The man. I must entreat to have some patience. I do imagine you affect me dearly, And would make much of Riches. There's no Lady That shall outshine my Darling: 'tis no matter, though I be in Russet all the week, Riches shall live like a Lady, have perfumed linen, costly Gowns, and Petticoats worth taking up, and as the fashion is; I will put thee into a bag. This won't, sir, agree with your condition, To keep me brave: the Country Cut must be Observed. Hang Country Cuts! Do but marry me.— But this is not my exception; there is more That interdicts our marriage: for though you Are willing to conceal it, Master Clod, Yet you and I are kindred, at least cousins. Why, is not your name Riches? Though my name Be Riches, yet my mother was a Clod, She married rich earth of America, Where I was borne, a dirty family, But many matches have refined us now, And we are called Riches. If you were borne in America, we are but kindred afar off. Let us not confound our Genealogies. I would be loath to marry an Infidel borne, and yet I like your complexion so well, that— No, I am reserved for thee, And here I plant my best affection. Welcome to my heart. How I do love thee, Riches! O my soul, We'll marry straight. And thus much for your comfort. Nay, droop not, Clod, though I be wife to him, Yet if I bury Gettings, I'll be thine, And carry London with us into th' Country. After this rate you are my wife in Law. Well: give you joy. methinks I fumble my gold chain already. But who are these? No Honour to be found. Let us inquire Of these. Did any see the Lady Honour? What care we for Honour, so we have Riches? Ha? I have been acquainted with this Lady. I was at Court the last week, sir. I remember. I ha' seen her somewhere too. I ha' been a Traveller. Were you never taken by the Hollander? I was in the Plate-fleet. Baser los manos Signiora. I have almost forgot my Spanish, but after a little practice I may recover it. I know not Honour if I see her, I have heard of such a Lady: ten to one, but Riches can direct you to her. I apprehend your desires, sir, & will direct you.
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What say you? By my Cart, and by my Plough, My dun Mare, and best red Cow, By my Barne, and fattest Weather, My grounds, and all my state together, In thy love I over-take thee, Else my whistling quite forsake me, And let me ever lye, which worse is, At racke and manger with the horses. Then Master Clod.— Ha, ha, with all my heart, am I the man? The man. I must intreate to have some patience. I doe imagine you affect me dearely, And would make much of Riches. There's no Lady That shal out-shine my Darling: tis no matter, though I be in Russet all the weeke, Riches shal live like a Lady, have perfum'd linnen, costly Gownes, and Peticoats worth taking up, and as the fashion is; I will put thee into a bagge. This wo'not, sir, agree with your condition, To keepe me brave: the Country Cut must be Observ'd. Hang Country Cuts! Doe but marry me.— But this is not my exception; there is more That interdicts our marriage: for though you Are willing to conceale it, Master Clod, Yet you and I are kindred, at least cousins. Why, is not your name Riches? Though my name Be Riches, yet my mother was a Clod, She married rich earth of America, Where I was borne, a durty family, But many matches have refined us now, And we are called Riches. If you were borne in America, wee are but kindred a farre off. Let us not confound our Genealogies. I would be loth to marry an Infidell borne, and yet I like your complexion so well, that— No, I am reserv'd for thee, And here I plant my best affection. Welcome to my heart. How I doe love thee, Riches! O my soule, We'le marry straight. And thus much for your comfort. Nay, droope not, Clod, though I be wife to him, Yet if I bury Gettings, Ile be thine, And carry London with us into th' Country. After this rate you are my wife in Law. Well: give you joy. Me thinkes I fumble my gold chaine already. But who are these? No Honor to be found. Let us inquire Of these. Did any see the Lady Honor? What care we for Honor, so we have Riches? Ha? I have beene acquainted with this Lady. I was at Court the last weeke, sir. I remember. I ha seene her some-where too. I ha beene a Traveller. Were you never taken by the Hollander? I was in the Plate-fleete. Baser los manos Signiora. I have almost forgot my Spanish, but after a little practice I may recover it. I know not Honor if I see her, I have heard of such a Lady: ten to one, but Riches can direct you to her. I apprehend your desires, sir, & will direct you.