R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Marry old Earelack, is my Father mad? They are both a concluding on't yonder, to morrow's the day, one wedding dinner must serve both marriages. Oh Sim, the Ancient, the delicate Ancient there's a man, and thou talk'st of a man, a good face & sparkling eye, a strength body, a delicate hand, a clean leg and foot, ah sweet Sim, there's a man worth, Maidenhead. But I say, Master Earelack the old man, a foot like a Bear, a leg like a bedstaff, a hand like a hatchet, an eye like a pig, and a face like a winter pigmy, there's a man for a Maidenhead. Oh look, look, oh alas what shall I do with him? What, why what shall fifteen do with sixty and twelve, make a screen of him, stand next the fire, whilst you sit behind him, and keep a friend's lips warm, many a wench would be glad of such a fortune. Your oath struck it dead then? o my sides. Five hundred deep of your side i'faith father. Moll, come hither Moll, I hope Sim has discovered the project? And tomorrow must be the day Moll, both of a day, one dinner shall serve, we may have store of little ones, we must save for our family. Good Sir, what rashness was parent to this madness, marry an old man— Earelack the Informer? Madness— y'are a whore. Is she a whore Sim? She must be your wife, I tell— An arrant whore, to refuse Master Innocent Earelack of Rogue-land, that for his dwelling, next that he doth Inform now and then against enormities, and hath been blanketed, it may be pumped in's time: yet the world knows, he dost not out of need, he's of mighty means, but takes delight now and then to trot up and down, to avoid Idleness, you whore. Good Sir. Pray Father. This wound wants oil, good sir in all my paths I will make you my guide, I was only startled, And with the suddenness of the word marriage In that I knew, that this deserving Gentleman And I, had never so much conference, Whereby this coal of Paphos, by the rhetoric Of his love-stealing heart, Captivating Language, Might be blown into a flame. Does she take Tobacco Father? No, no, man, here are out of ballads, She has all the Garland of good will by heart. Snails she may sing me asleep a nights than Sim Why, right Sir, and then 'tis but tickling you o'th' forehead with her heels, you are awake again, and ne'er the worse man. Is he but five years older than yourself sir? Nay, I want a week and three days of that too. I'll tell thee an old saw for't girl, old, say he be, old blades are best, young hearts are never old. Ah Hay. Gold is great Glee, gold begets rest, what fault is found in Gold? I will answer presently Sir, with another Saw.
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Marry old Earelacke, is my Father mad? They are both a concluding on't yonder, to morrow's the day, one vvedding dinner must serve both marriages. Oh Sim, the Ancient, the delicate Ancient there's a man, and thou talk'st of a man, a good face & sparkling eye, a strenght body, a delicate hand, a cleane legge and foote, ah sweete Sim, there's a man worth, Maidenhead. But I say, Master Eare-lacke the old man, a foote like a Beare, a legge like a bed-staffe, a hand like a hatchet, an eye like a pigge, and a face like a vvter Pigme, there's a man for a Maydenhead. Oh looke, looke, oh alas what shall I doe vvith him? VVhat, vvhy vvhat shall fifteene doe vuith sixtie and tvvelve, make a screene of him, stand next the fier, whilest you sit behind him, and keep a friends lips warm, many a wench vvod be glad of such a fortune. Your oath strucke it dead then? ô my sides. Five hundred deepe of your side itaith father. Mol, come hither Mol, I hope Sim has discouer'd the project? And to morrovv must bee the day Mol, both of a day, one dinner shall serve, we may have store of little ones, vve must save for our familie. Good Sir, what rashnesse was parent to this madnesse, marry an old man—Eare-lacke the Informer? Madnesse—y'are a vvhore. Is she a vvhore Sim? She must be your vvise, I tell— An arrant vhore, to refuse Master Innocent Earelacke of Rogue-land, that for his dwelling, next that hee doth Informe novv and then against enormities, and hath bin blancketted, it may be pump't in's time: yet the vvorld knovves, he dos't not out of need, hee's of mighty meanes, but takes delight now and then to trot up and dovvne, to avoid Idlenesse, you vvhore. Good Sir. Pray Father. This wound vvants oyle, good sir in al my pathes I will make you my guide, I vvas only startled, And vvith the suddennesse of the vvord marriage In that I knevv, that this deserving Gentleman And I, had never so much conference, VVhereby this coale of Paphs, by the Rhethoricke Of his love-stealing heart, Captivating Language, Might be blovvne into a flame. Does she take Tobacco Father? No, no, man, here are out of ballads, She has all the Garland of good vvill by heart. Snailes she may sing me asleepe a nights then Sim VVhy, right Sir, and then 'tis but tickling you o'th forehead vvith her heeles, you are avvake againe, and ne're the vvorse man. Is he but five yeeres older then your selfe sir? Nay, I want a weeke and three dayes of that too. Ile tell thee an old sawe for't girle, old, say he be, old blads are best, young hearts are neuer old. Ah Hay. Gold is great Glee, gold begets rest, what fault is found in Gold? I will answere presently Sir, with another Sawe.