Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 489 words
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He is my kinsman, although his life be wild. Therefore in God's name, do with him what you will. Marry to prison. Wherefore to prison? snick up, I owe you nothing. Bring forth my daughter then, away with him. Go seek your daughter, what do you lay to my charge, Suspicion of murder, go? away with him. Murder your dogs, I murder your daughter, Come Uncle, I know you'll bail me. Not I, were there no more. Then I the jailor, thou the prisoner. Go away with him. O my life here, where will you ha' de man? Vat ha de younker done? Woman he hath killed his wife. His vife, dat is not good, dat is not seen. Hang not upon him housewife, if you do i'll lay you by him. Have me no, and or way do you have him, He tell me dat he love me heartily. Lead away my maid to prison, why Tom will you suffer that? No by your leave father, she is no vagrant: She is my wives chamber maid, & as true as the skin between any man's brows here. Go too, you're both fools: son Cives, Of my life this is a plot, Some straggling counterfeit preferred to you: No doubt to rob you of your plate and jewels, I'll have you led away to prison trull. I am no trull, neither outlandish Frowe, Nor he, nor I shall to the prison go: Know you me now? nay never stand amazed. Father I know I have offended you, And though that duty will me bend my knees To you in duty and obedience: Yet this ways do I turn, and to him yield My love, my duty and my humbleness. Bastard in nature, kneel to such a slave? O M. Flowerdale, if too much grief Have not stopped up the organs of your voice, Then speak to her that is thy faithful wife, Or doth contempt of me, thus tie thy tongue: Turn not away, I am no Aesop, No wanton Cressed, nor a changing Hello ▪ But rather one made wretched by thy loss. What turnst thou still from me? O then I guess thee woefull'st among hapless men. I am indeed wife, wonder among wives! Thy chastity and virtue hath infused Another soul in me, red with defame, For in my blushing cheeks is seen my shame. Out Hypocrite, I charge thee trust him not. Not trust him, by hopes after bliss, I know no sorrow can be compared to his. Well since thou wert ordained to beggary, Follow thy fortune, I defy thee I. Ywood che were so well ydoused as was ever white cloth in a stocking mill, and chea ha not made me weep. If he hath any grace he'll now repent. It moves my heart. By my troth I must weep, I can not choose. None but a beast would such a maid misuse.
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He is my kinsman, altho his life be vilde. Therefore in Gods name, doe with him what you will. Marrie to prison. Wherefore to prison? snick vp, I owe you nothing. Bring forth my daughter then, away with him. Goe seeke your daughter, what doe you lay to my charge, Suspition of murder, goe▪ away with him. Murder your dogs, I murder your daughter, Come Vnckle, I know youle baile me. Not I, were there no more. Then I the Iaylor, thou the prisoner. Goe away with him. O my life here, where will you ha de man? Vat ha de younker done? Woman he hath kild his wife. His vife, dat is not good, dat is not seene. Hang not vpon him huswife, if you doe ile lay you by him. Haue me no, and or way doe you haue him, He tell me dat he loue me hartily. Lead away my maide to prison, why Tom will you suffer that? No by your leaue father, she is no vagrant: She is my wiues chamber maid, & as true as the skin between any mans browes here. Goe too, you're both fooles: sonne Ciues, Of my life this is a plot, Some stragling counterfeit preferd to you: No doubt to rob you of your plate and Iewels, Ile haue you led away to prison trull. I am no trull, neither outlandish Frowe, Nor he, nor I shall to the prison goe: Know you me now? nay neuer stand amazed. Father I know I haue offended you, And tho that dutie wills me bend my knees To you in dutie and obedience: Yet this wayes doe I turne, and to him yeeld My loue, my dutie and my humblenesse. Bastard in nature, kneele to such a slau? O M. , if too much griefe Haue not stopt vp the orgens of your voyce, Then speake to her that is thy faithfull wife, Or doth contempt of me, thus tye thy tongue: Turne not away, I Aethyope, No wanton Cressed, nor a changing Hello ▪ But rather one made wretched by thy losse. What turnst thou still from me? O then I gesse thee wofulst among haplesse men. I am indeed wife, wonder among wiues! Thy chastitie and vertue hath infused Another soule in mee, red with defame, For in my blushing is seene my shame. Out Hypocrite, I charge thee trust him not. Not trust him, by hopes after blisse, I know no sorrow can be compar'd to his. Well since thou weart ordain'd to beggery, Follow thy fortune, I defie thee I. Ywood che were so well ydoussed as was euer white cloth in a tocking mill, and chea ha not made me weepe. If he hath any grace heele now repent. It moues my heart. By my troth I must weepe, I can not chuse. None but a beast would such a maide misuse.