Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
To Sir Iohn Harcops Clare I have made an oath, Part me in twain, yet she's one half of both. This hand the which I wear it is half hers, Such power hath faith and troth twixt couples young, Death only cuts that knot tide with the tongue. And have you knit that knot Sir. I have done so much, that if I wed not her, My marriage makes me an Adulterer, In which black sheets, I wallow all my life, My babes being Bastards, and a whore my wife. Ha, is't even so, My secretary there, Write me a Letter straight to Sir Iohn Harcop, I'll see Sir Jack and if that Harcop dare, Being my Ward, contract you to his daughter. My steward too, post you to Yorkshire, Where lies my youngsters Land, and sirrah, Fell me his wood, make havoc, spoil and waste. Sir you shall know that you are Ward to me, I'll make you poor enough: then mend yourself. O cousin. O Uncle. Contract yourself and where you list, I'll make you know me Sir to be your guard. World now thou seest what 'tis to be a ward. And where I meant myself to have disbursed four thousand pound, upon this marriage Surrendered up your land to your own use, And compassed other portions to your hands, Sir I'll now yoke you still. A yoke indeed. And spite of they dare contradict my will, I'll make thee marry to my Chambermaid. come cousin. Faith Sir it fits you to be more advised. Do not you flatter for preferment sir O but good coz. O but good uncle could I command my love, Or cancel oaths out of heavens brazen book, Engrossed by Gods own finger, than you might speak. Had men that law to love as most have tongues To love a thousand women with, than you might speak. Were love like dust lawful for every Wind, To bear from place to place, were oaths but puffs, Men might forswear themselves, but I do know, Though sin being passed with us, the acts forgot, The poor soul groans, and she forgets it not. Yet hear your own case? O 'tis to miserable: That I a Gentleman should be thus torn From mine own right, and forest to be forsworn. Yet being as it is, it must be your care, To salve it with advice, not with despair, you are his ward, being so, the Law intends, He is to have your duty, and in his rule Is both your marriage, and your heritage, If you rebel against these Injunctions, The penalty takes hold on you, which for himself, He straight thus prosecutes, he wastes your land, Weds you where he thinks fit, but if yourself Have of some violent humour matched yourself, Without his knowledge, then hath he power To Merce your purse, and in a sum so great, That shall for ever keep your fortunes weak, Where otherwise if you be ruled by him Your house is raised by matching to his kin.
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To Sir Iohn Harcops Clare I haue made an oath, Part me in twaine, yet shees one halfe of both. This hand the which I weare it is halfe hers, Such power hath faith and troth twixt couples young, Death onely cuts that knot tide with the tongue. And haue you knit that knot Sir. I haue done so much, that if I wed not her, My marriage makes me an Adulterer, In which blacke sheets, I wallow all my life, My babes being Bastards, and a whore my wife. Ha, ist euen so, My secretary there, Write me a Letter straight to Sir Iohn Harcop, Ile see Sir Iacke and if that Harcop dare, Being my Ward, contract you to his daughter. My steward too, post you to Yorkeshire, Where lyes my youngsters Land, and sirrah, Fell me his wood, make havocke, spoyle and wast. Sir you shall know that you are Ward to me, Ile make you poore inough: then mend your selfe. O Cozen. O Vnckle. Contract your selfe and where you list, Ile make you know me Sir to be your guard. World now thou seest what tis to be a ward. And where I meant my selfe to haue disburst Foure thousand pound, vpon this mariage Surrendred vp your land to your owne vse, And compast other portions to your hands, Sir Ile now yoke you still. A yoake indeed. And spight of they dare contradict my will, Ile make thee marry to my Chambermaid. Comecouz. Faith Sir it fits you to be more aduis'd. Do not you flatter for preferment sir O but good Coze. O but good vnckle could I command my loue, Or cancell oaths out of heauens brazen booke, Ingrost by Gods own finger, then you might speake. Had men that lawe to loue as most haue tonges To loue a thousand women with, then you might speake. Were loue like dust lawful for euery Wind, To beare from place to place, were oaths but puffes, Men might forsweare themselues, but I do know, Tho sinne being past with vs, the acts forgot, The poore soule grones, and she forgets it not. Yet heare your owne case? O tis to miserable: That I a Gentleman should be thus torne From mine owne right, and forest to be sorsworne. Yet being as it is, it must be your care, To salue it with aduice, not with dispaire, you are his ward, being so, the Law intends, He is to haue your duty, and in his rule Is both your marriage, and your heritage, If you rebell against these Iniunctions, The penalty takes hold on you, which for himselfe, He straight thus prosecutes, he wasts your land, Weds you where he thinkes fit, but if your selfe Haue of some violent humor matcht your selfe, Without his knowledge, then hath he power To Merce your purse, and in a sum so great, That shall for euer keepe your fortunes weake, Where otherwise if you be ruld by him Your house is raisd by matching to his kin.