Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I thank thy love: but must make no use of it, What's twenty pounds? 'Tis all that I can make, Sir. Dost thou think though I want clothes I could not have 'em, For one word to my Lady? As I know not that. Come I'll tell thee a secret, and so leave thee. I'll not give her the advantage, though she be A gallant minded Lady, after we are married (There being no woman, but is sometimes froward) To hit me in the teeth, and say she was forced To buy my wedding clothes, and took me on With a plain riding-suit, and an ambling Nag. No, I'll be furnished something like myself. And so farewell; for thy suit touching knave's acre. When it is mine 'tis thine. I thank your Worship. How was cozened in the calculation Of this man's fortune, my master cozened too Whose pupil I am in the art of undoing men, For that is our profession; well, well, master Welborne You are of a sweet nature, and fit again to be cheated: Which, if the fates please, when you are possessed Of the land, and Lady, you sans question shall be. I'll presently think of the means. Sirrah, take my horse. I'll walk to get me an appetite? 'tis but a mile, And Exercise will keep me, from being pursy. Ha! Marrall! is he conjuring! perhaps The knave has wrought the prodigal to do Some outrage on himself, and now he feels Compunction in his conscience for't: no matter So it be done, Marrall. Sir, How succeed we In our plot on Welborne? Never better Sir. Has he hanged, or drowned himself? No Sir, he lives. Lives once more to be made a prey to you, A greater prey than ever. Art thou in thy wits? If thou art reveal this miracle, and briefly. A Lady Sir, is fall'n in love with him. With him? what Lady? The rich Lady Alworth. Thou Dolt; how dar'st thou speak this? I speak truth; And I do so but once a year, unless It be to you Sir, we dined with her Ladyship, I thank his Worship. His Worship! As I live Sir; I dined with him, at the great Lady's table, Simple as I stand here, and saw when, she kissed him, And would at his request, have kissed me too, But I was not so audacious, as some Youths are, And dare do any thing be it ne'er so absurd, And sad after performance. Why thou Rascal, To tell me these impossibilities: Dine, at her table? and kiss him? or thee? Impudent Varlet. Have not I myself To whom great countess's doors have oft flew open, Ten times attempted, since her husband's death In vain to see her, though I came--- a suitor; And yet your good Solicitor-ship, and rogue---- Welborne, Were brought into her presence, feasted with her. But that I know thee a Dog, that cannot blush This most incredible lie would call up one On thy buttermilk cheeks.
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I thanke thy loue: but must make no vse of it, What's twenty pounds? 'Tis all that I can make, Sir. Doest thou thinke though I want clothes I could not haue 'em, For one word to my Lady? As I know not that. Come I'le tell thee a secret, and so leaue thee. I'le not giue her the aduantage, though she be A gallant minded Lady, after we are married (There being no woman, but is sometimes froward) To hit me in the teeth, and say she was forc'd To buy my wedding clothes, and tooke me on With a plaine Riding-suite, and an ambling Nagge. No, I'le be furnish'd something like my selfe. And so farewell; for thy suite touching Knaues acre. When it is mine 'tis thine. I thanke your Worship. How was coozen'd in the calculation Of this mans fortune, my master coozen'd too Whose pupill I am in the art of undoing men, For that is our profession; well, well, master Welborne You are of a sweet nature, and fit againe to be cheated: Which, if the fates please, when you are possess'd Of the land, and Lady, you sans question shall be. I'le presently thinke of the meanes. Sirrha, take my horse. I'le walke to get me an appetite? 'tis but a mile, And Exercise will keep me, from being pursie. Ha! Marrall! is he coniuring! perhaps The knaue has wrought the prodigall to doe Some outrage on himselfe, and now he feeles Compunction in his conscience for't: no matter So it be done, Marrall. Sir, How succeed we In our plot on Welborne? Neuer better Sir. Has he hang'd, or drown'd himselfe? No Sir, he liues. Liues once more to be made a prey to you, A greater prey than euer. Art thou in thy witts? If thou art reueale this miracle, and briefely. A Lady Sir, is falne in loue with him. With him? what Lady? The rich Lady Alworth. Thou Dolt; how dar'st thou speake this? I speake truth; And I doe so but once a yeare, vnlesse It be to you Sir, we din'd with her Ladyship, I thanke his Worship. His Worship! As I liue Sir; I din'd with him, at the great Ladyes table, Simple as I stand here, and saw when, she kiss'd him, And would at his request, haue kiss'd me too, But I was not so audacious, as some Youths are, And dare do any thing be it ne're so absurd, And sad after performance. Why thou Rascall, To tell me these impossibilities: Dine, at her table? and kisse him? or thee? Impudent Varlet. Haue not I my selfe To whom great Countesses dores haue oft flew open, Ten times attempted, since her husbands death In vaine to see her, though I came --- a suitor; And yet your good Sollicitor-ship, and rogue ---- Welborne, Were brought into her presence, feasted with her. But that I know thee a Dogge, that cannot blush This most incredible lye would call vp one On thy buttermilke cheekes.