Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 503 words
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And hates me as much, for if I come but near him, he swears I am like a Kybe, always at his heels. Come Madam, do not grieve at that which grief can no way mend. I would not, if I could mend that which doth cause my grief. News, news. What news. You are divorced. Why divorced, why? ha, speak. Nay, I cannot speak the cause Madam? but questionless 'tis true, and mistress Peg, my master now makes love to you. To me? To thee, I to thee, go thy ways, thou shalt be a Lady, I ever thought thou wouldst come to some promotion, as the boy did that had a bag and a staff and begged for himself, but how dost thou know he is in love with her. Know't why I have seen him stand an hour together behind an Oaken tree, calling it sweet mistress, kind Peg and making speeches to it. As how? as how? prithee how? Stand you for the tree, and i'll speak for my Master. I will, and that most stiffly i'faith. Then thus he begins: Dear mistress Peg I must confess. Nay then he is a dead man already. Why? Why confess and be hanged ever. O ho, but I mean he doth confess she's fair. That's all one, he's but one man, and one witness can never prove her fact, but prithee on with thy speech. Why then this fair Mistress I must confess. But he will not confess before witness will he? Push, did not I tell you he would speak to an Oak. Nay, than that will be a strong proof indeed. Proof, Nay, if that be not proof, how say by this token. I marry sir, would we had more such tokens of his love. This Mistress he hath sent to you. Look you Madam, your husband now makes love to me. Sir how pert thou art, why look woman, your love as mad woes me, and to me sent this ring. And my man the man you so esteem, spite of refusal left with me this chain. This chain: for ever may he linked be to woe, that hates my love, and woes another so. Well, let's in, and be but patient all a while, for if the worst do fall, that ever did fall, A plots in chase that shall out strip them all Now if she should refuse my jewel and contemn my love, or contemn my love, and take my jewel: what a fool was I to send her a token till I had some token of her affection, as if women might be wooed with gifts, for when we give them those things which most we love, they do esteem we love them better than those things we give, when they poor fools do but deceive themselves, for we do live as merchants venture, for a treble; again we send them tokens only to get them and their portions. But there comes my persecutor.
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And hates me as much, for if I come but neare him, hee sweares I am like a Kybe, alwaies at his heeles. Come Madam, doe not grieue at that which griefe can no way mend. I would not, if I could mend that which doth cause my griefe. Newes, newes. VVhat newes. You are diuorced. Why uorced, why? ha, speake. Nay, I cannot speake the cause Madam? but questionles tis true, and mistris Peg, my maister nowe makes loue to you. To me? To thee, I to thee, go thy waies, thou shalt be a Lady, I euer thought thou wouldst come to some promotion, as the boy did that had a bag and a staffe and beg'd for himselfe, but how dost thou knowe he is in loue with her. Know't why I haue seene him stand an houre togither behinde an Oaken tree, calling it sweet mistris, kind Peg and making speeches to it. As how? as how? prethee how? Stand you for the tree, and ile speake for my Maister. I will, and that moste stifly yfaith. Then thus he begins: Deare mistris Peg I must confsse. Nay then hee is a dead man already. Why? Why confesse and be hang'd euer. O ho, but I meane he doth confesse shee's ▪ Thats all one, hee's but one man, and one witnesse can neuer proue her act, but prethee on with thy speech. Why then this faire Mistris I must confesse. But he will not confesse before witnesse will he? Push, did not I tell you he would speake to an Oke. Nay, then that will bee a strong proofe indeed. Proofe, Nay, if that be not proofe, how say by this token. I marry sir, would wee had more such tokens of his loue. This Mistris he hath sent to you. Looke you Madam, your husband now makes loue to me. Sir how peart thou art, why looke woman, your loue a mad woes mee, and to me sent this ring. And my man the man you so esteeme, spite of refusall left with mee this chae. This chaine: for euer may he lincked bee to woe, that hates my loue, and woes another so. Well, lets in, and be but patient all a while, for if the worst doe fall, that euer did fall, A plots in chace that shall out strip them al Now if shee should refuse my Iewell and contemne my loue, or contemne my loue, and take my Iewell: what a oole was I to send her a token till I had some token of her affection, as if women might be woed with giftes, for when we giue them those things which moste wee loue, they doe esteem we loue them better then those things we giue, when they poore fooles doe but deceiue themselues, for we doe iue as Marchants venter, for a eble; again we send them okens only to get thē and their portions. But there comes my persecutor.