Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
But the dangers That follow the repulse. To me they are nothing: Let Alworth love, I cannot be unhappy. Suppose the worst, that in his rage he kill me, A tear, or two, by you dropped on my hearse In sorrow for my fate, will call back life So far, as but to say that I die yours, I then shall rest in peace, or should he prove So cruel, as one death would not suffice His thirst of vengeance, but with lingering torments In mind, and body, I must waste to air, In poverty, joined with banishment, so you share In my afflictions, (which I dare not wish you,) So high I prize you; I could undergo 'em, With such a patience as should look down With scorn on his worst malice. Heaven avert Such trials of your true affection to me, Nor will it unto you that are all mercy Show so much rigour: but since we must run Such desperate hazards, let us do our best To steer between 'em. Your Lord's ours, and sure, And though but a young actor second me In doing to the life, what he has plotted, The end may yet prove happy: now my Alworth. To your letter, and put on a seeming anger. I'll pay my Lord all debts due to his title, And when with terms, not taking from his Honour, He does solicit me, I shall gladly hear him. But in this peremptory, nay commanding way t'appoint a meeting, and without my knowledge; A Priest to tie the knot, can ne'er be undone Till death unloose it, is a confidence In his Lordship, will deceive him. I hope better, Good Lady. Hope Sir what you please: for me I must take a safe and secure course; I have A father, and without his full consent, Though all Lords of the land kneeled for my favour, I can grant nothing. I like this obedience. But whatsoever my Lord writes, must, and shall be Accepted, and embraced. Sweet master Alworth, You show yourself a true, and faithful servant To your good Lord, he has a jewel of you. How? frowning Meg? are these looks to receive A messenger from my Lord? what's this? give me it. A piece of arrogant paper like th'inscriptions Fair mistress from your servant learn, all joys That we can hope for, if deferred, prove toys; Therefore this instant, and in private meet A Husband, that will gladly at your feet Lay down his Honours, tendering them to you With all content, the Church being paid her due. Is this the arrogant piece of paper? Fool, Will you still be one? in the name of madness, what Could his good Honour write more to content you? Is there ought else to be wished after these two, That are already offered? Marriage first, And lawful pleasure after: what would you more?
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But the dangers That follow the repulse. To me they are nothing: Let Alworth loue, I cannot be vnhappy. Suppose the worst, that in his rage he kill me, A teare, or two, by you dropt on my hearse In sorrow for my fate, will call backe life So far, as but to say that I die yours, I then shall rest in peace, or should he proue So cruell, as one death would not suffize His thirst of vengeance, but with lingring torments In mind, and body, I must wast to ayre, In pouerty, ioyn'd with banishment, so you share In my afflictions, (which I dare not wish you,) So high I prize you; I could vndergoe 'em, With such a patience as should looke downe With scorne on his worst malice. Heauen auert Such trialls of your true affection to me, Nor will it vnto you that are all mercie Shew so much rigour: but since wee must run Such desperate hazards, let vs doe our best To steere betweene 'em. Your Lord's ours, and sure, And though but a young actor second me In doing to the life, what he has plotted, The end may yet proue happy: now my Alworth. To your letter, and put on a seeming anger. I'le pay my Lord all debts due to his title, And when with termes, not taking from his Honour, He does sollicite me, I shall gladly heare him. But in this peremptory, nay commanding way, 'Tappoint a meeting, and without my knowledge; A Priest to tye the knot, can ne're be vndone 'Till death vnloose it, is a confidence In his Lordship, will deceiue him. I hope better, Good Lady. Hope Sir what you please: for me I must take a safe and secure course; I haue A father, and without his full consent, Though all Lords of the land kneel'd for my fauour, I can grant nothing. I like this obedience. But whatsoeuer my Lord writes, must, and shall bee Accepted, and embrac'd. Sweet master Alworth, You shew your selfe a true, and faithfull seruant To your good Lord, he has a iewell of you. How? frowning Meg? are these lookes to receiue A messenger from my Lord? what's this? giue me it. A peece of arrogant paper liketh'inscriptions Faire mistrisse from your seruant learne, all ioyes That we can hope for, if deferr'd, proue toyes; Therefore this instant, and in priuate meete A Husband, that will gladly at your feet Lay downe his Honours, tendring them to you With all content, the Church being payd her due. Is this the arrogant peece of paper? Foole, Will you still be one? in the name of madnesse, what Could his good Honour write more to content you? Is there ought else to be wisht after these two, That are already offer'd? Marriage first, And lawfull pleasure after: what would you more?