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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
What, and stand naked in a Widow's Chamber. As naked as Grantham steeple, or the Strand Maypole by this spur, and what your grave Parishioners will think on't? Gentlemen pray keep down. Alas, they are at the stair's foot, for heaven's sake Sir. Will you have me? What shall I do? no. This is the last time of asking, they come up, and down go my breeches, will you have me? ay, ay, ay, alas, and your breeches go down I am undone for ever. Why then kiss me upon't, and yet there's no cracking your credit, Iarvis is come in, Iarvis. I have kept my promise Sir, y'are catched the old one. How catched, is there nobody below then? nobody but Iohn, for sooth, recovering a Tobacco snuff, that departed before supper. And did you promise this Sir? A woman cannot have a handsomer cloud, than a hare-brained Husband: I will be your coz, he shall be my Cuckold. I love ye for your Art. Come, Come, put on Sir, I have acquainted ye both with your Father's intended marriage, i'th' morning you shall certify him very early by Letter, the quality of your fortunes, and return to your obedience, and that you and your wife, still concealing the parties, will Attend him to Church, Iohn and I'll be there early, as commanded by my Mistress, to discharge our attendance: about goes the plot, out comes the project, and there's a wedding dinner dressed to your hands. As pat as a fat Heir to a lean Shark, we shall hunger for't, honest Iarvis, I am thy bedfellow tonight, and tomorrow thy Master. Y'are a fine man to use a woman thus? Pish, Come, come, fine men must use fine Women thus, 'tis fit, plain truth takes Maids, widows, are won with wit. You shall wear horns with wisdom, that is in your pocket. Come Iohn, carry your hand steadily, the guess drop in a pace, do not let your wine drop on't. 'tis as I told thee, Master Alexander, thy Mistress eldest son will be here. Rose, I pray burn some pitch i'th' Parlour, 'tis good against ill airs, Master Alexander will be here. I am up before ye son Earelack, will Ancient Young be here with a rich Wife too? thy Mistress is not stirring yet sirrah, I'll hold my life the Baggage slip to thy Mistress, there they have e'en locked the door to them, and are tricking up one another: oh these women! but this Rogue Tim, he lay out tonight too, he received my hundred Mark, and I fear is murdered: Truss, truss, good Iarvis. He has been a-wooing Sir, and has fetched over the delicat'st young Virgin, her Father died but a week since, and left her to her marriage, five thousand pound in money, and a parcel of Land, worth three hundred Perannum.
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What, and stand naked in a Widdowes Chamber. As naked as Grantham steeple, or the Strand May-pole by this spurre, and what your grave Parishioners will thinke on't? Gentlemen pray keepe downe. Alas, they are at the staires foote, for Heavens sake Sir. Will you have me? What shall I doe? no. This is the last time of asking, they come up, and downe goe my breeches, will you have me? I, I, I, alas, and your breeches go downe I am undone for ever. VVhy then kisse mee upon't, and yet there's no cracking your credite, Iarvis is come in, Iarvis. I have kept my promise Sir, y'are catcht the olde one. How catcht, is there no body below then? No body but Iohn, for sooth, recovering a Tobacco snuffe, that departed before supper. And did you promise this Sir? A woman cannot have a hansomer cloud, then a haire-brain'd Husband: I will be your Cooze, hee shall bee my Cuckold. I love ye for your Art. Come, Come, put on Sir, I have acquainted yee both vvith your Fathers intended marriage, th morning you shall certifie him very earlie by Letter, the qualitie of your fortunes, and returne to your cbedience, and that you and your wife, still concealing the parties, vvill Attend him to Church, Iohn and Ile bee there earely, as commanded by my Mistresse, to discharge our attendance: about goes the plot, out comes the proiect, and these's a wedding dinner drest to your hands. As pat as a fat Heire to a leane Sharke, wee shall hunger for't, honest Iarvis, I am thy bed-fellow to night, and to morrow thy Master. Y'are a fine man to use a woman thus? Pish, Come, come, fine men must use fine VVomen thus, tis fit, plaine trueth takes Maids, VViddovves, are wonne with vvit. You shall weare hornes with vvisedome, that is in your pocket. Come Iohn, carry your hand steddily, the guesse droppe in a pace, doe not let your wine drop on't. Tis as I told thee, Master Alexander, thy Mistresse eldest sonne will be here. Rose, I pray burne some pitch i'th Parlour, 'tis good against ill ayres, Master Alexander will be here. I am up before yee sonne Earelacke, will Ancient Young bee here with a rich Wife too? thy Mistresse is not stirring yet sirrah, Ile hold my life the Baggage slipe to thy Mistresse, there they have e'ne lockt the doore to them, and are tricking up one another: oh these women! but this Rogue Tim, hee lay out to night too, he received my hundred Marke, and I feare is murdered: Trusse, Trusse, good Iarvis. He has bin a wooing Sir, and has fetcht over the delicat'st young Virgin, her Father died but a weeke since, and left her to her marriage, five thousand pound in money, and a parcel of Land, worth three hundred Perannum.