Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.86 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Heaven's hand is in this, One Bandog worry the other. I play the fool, And make my anger but ridiculous. There will be a time, and place, there will be cowards, When you shall feel what I dare do. I think so: You dare do any ill, yet want true valour To be honest, and repent. They are words I know not, Nor e'er will learn. Patience, the beggar's virtue. Shall find no harbour here, after these storms At length a calm appears. Welcome, most welcome: There's comfort in thy looks, is the deed done? Is my daughter married? say but so my Chaplain And I am tame. Married? yes I assure you. Then vanish all sad thoughts; there's more gold for thee. My doubts, and fears are in the titles drowned Of my right honourable, my right honourable daughter Here will I be feasting; at least for a month I am provided: empty guts croak no more, You shall be stuffed like bagpipes, not with wind But bearing dishes. Instantly be here? To my wish, to my wish, now you that plot against me And hoped to trip my heels up; that contemned me; Think on't and tremble, they come I hear the music. A lane there for my Lord. This sudden heat May yet be cooled Sir. Make way there for my Lord. Sir, first your pardon, than your blessing with Your full allowance of the choice I have made As ever you could make use of your reason: Grow not in passion: since you may as well Call back the day that's past, as untie the knot Which is too strongly fastened, not to dwell Too long on words, this's my Husband How! So I assure you: all the rites of marriage With every circumstance are passed, alas Sir, Although I am no Lord, but a lord's page, Your daughter, and my loved wife mourns not for it. And for Right honourable son in Law, you may say Your dutiful daughter. Devil: are they married? do a father's part, and say heaven give'em joy. Confusion, and ruin, speak, & speak quickly, Or thou art dead. They are married. Thou hadst better Have made a contract with the King of fiends Than these, my brain turns! Why this rage to me? Is not this your letter Sir? and these the words? Marry her to this Gentleman. It cannot: Nor will I e'er believe its death I will not, That I, that in all passages I touched At worldly profit, have not left a print Where I have trod for the most curious search To trace my footsteps, should be gulled by children, Baffled, and fooled, and all my hopes, and labours, Defeated, and made void. As it appears, You are so my grave Uncle Village Nurses Revenge their wrongs with curses, I'll not waste A syllable, but thus I take the life Which wretched I gave to thee.
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Heau ns hand is in this, One Ban-dogge worrie the other. I play the foole, And make my anger but ridiculous. There will be a time, and place, there will be cowards, When you shall feele what I dare do. I thinke so: You dare do any ill, yet want true valour To be honest, and repent. They are words I know not, Nor e're will learne. Patience, the beggers vertue. Shall find no harbour here, after these stormes At length a calme appeares. Welcome, most welcome: There's comfort in thy lookes, is the deed done? Is my daughter married? say but so my Chaplaine And I am tame. Married? yes I assure you. Then vanish all sad thoughts; there's more gold for thee. My doubts, and feares are in the titles drown'd Of my right honorable, my right honorable daughter Here will I be feasting; at least for a month I am prouided: emptie gutts croke no more, You shall be stuff'd like baggepipes, not with wind But bearing dishes. Instantly be here? To my wish, to my wish, now you that plot against me And hop'd to trippe my heeles vp; that contemn'd me; Thinke on't and tremble, they come I heare the musicke. A lane there for my Lord. This sodaine heate May yet be cool'd Sir. Make way there for my Lord. Sir, first your pardon, then your blessing with Your full allowance of the choice I haue made As euer you could make vse of your reason: Grow not in passion: since you may as well Call backe the day that's past, as vntie the knot Which is too strongly fasten'd, not to dwell Too long on words, this's my Husband How! So I assure you: all the rites of marriage With euery circumstance are past, alas Sir, Although I am no Lord, but a Lords page, Your daughter, and my lou'd wife mournes not for it. And for Right honourable sonne in Law, you may say Your dutifull daughter. Diuell: are they married? Doe a fathers part, and say heau'n giue'em ioy. Confusion, and ruine, speake, & speake quickly, Or thou art dead. They are married. Thou had'st better Haue made a contract with the King of fiends Than these, my braine turnes! Why this rage to me? Is not this your letter Sir? and these the words? Marry her to this Gentleman. It cannot: Nor will I e're beleeue it's death I will not, That I, that in all passages I touch'd At worldly profit, haue not left a print Where I haue trod for the most curious search To trace my footstepps, should be gu'lld by children, Baffull'd, and fool'd, and all my hopes, and labours, Defeated, and made void. As it appeares, You are so my graue Vncle Village Nurses Reuenge their wrongs with curses, I'le not wast A syllable, but thus I take the life Which wretched I gaue to thee.