The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 10 of 47
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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Nay, honest Frank, hast thou found a trick for him, if thou hast not, look here's a line to direct thee. First draw him into bands for money, then to dice for it: Then take up stuff at the Mercers, straight to a punk with it: Then mortgage his Land, and be drunk with that: so with them and the rest, from an Ancient Gentleman, make him a young beggar. What a Rogue is this, to read a lecture to me, and mine own lesson too, which he knows I ha' made perfect to 9 hundred fourscore and nineteen. A cheating Rascal will teach me that ha' made them that have worn a spacious Park, Lodge and all of their backs this morning: been fain to pawn it afore night, and they that ha' stalked like a huge Elephant, with a Castle on their necks, and removed that to their own shoulders in one day which their fathers built up in seven year, been glad by my means, in so much time as a child sucks, to drink bottle Ale, though a punk pay for't. And shall this Parat instruct me? Nay but Frank. A rogue that hath fed upon me, & the fruit of my wit like Pullen from a pantler's chippings, and now I put him into good clothes to shift two suits in a day, that could scare shift a patched shirt once in a year, and says prayers when he had it: hark, how he prates. Besides Frank, since his marriage, he stalks me like a cashiered Captain discontent, in which Melancholy, the least drop of mirth, of which thou hast an Ocean, will make him, and all his ours for ever. Says mine own Rogue so, give me thy hand then, we'll do't, and there's earnest. Strikes him. 'sfoot you Chitty-face, that looks worse than a Collier through a wooden window, an Ape afeard of a whip, or a knaves head, shook seven years in the weather upon London-bridge. Do you Catechize me? Nay but valorous Frank, he that knows the secrets of all hearts, knows I did it in kindness. Know your seasons: besides, I am not of that Species for you to instruct. Then know your seasons. 'sfoot friends, friends, all friends: Here comes young Scarborrow, should he knew of this, all our designs were prevented. What, melancholy my young master, my young married man, God give your worship joy. joy, of what Frank? Of thy wealth, for I hear of few that ha' joy of heir wives Who weds as I have to enforced sheets, His care increaseth, but his comfort fleets. Thou having so much wit, what a Devil meantst thou to marry? O speak not of it, Marriage sounds in mine care like a Bell, Not rung for pleasure, but a doleful knell. A common course, those men that are married in the Morning, to wish themselves buried ere night. I cannot love her. No news neither, wives know that's a general fault amongst their Husbands.
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Nay, honest Frank, hast thou found a tricke for him, if thou hast not, looke heeres a line to direct thee. First draw him into bands for money, then to dice for it: Then take vp stuffe at the Mercers, straight to a punke with it: Then morgage his Lande, and be drunke with that: so with them and the rest, from an Ancient Gentleman, make him a young begger. What a Roge is this, to read a lecture to me, and mine owne lesson too, which he knowes I ha made perfect to 9 hundred fourscore and nineteene. A cheating Rascall wil teach me that ha made them that haue worne a spatious Parke, Lodge and all of theyr backes this morning: bin fayne to pawne it afore night, and they that ha stauked like a huge Elephant, with a Castle on theyr neckes, and remooued yt to their owne shoulders in one day which their fathers built vp in seuen yeare, bin glad by my meanes, in so much time as a childe suckes, to drinke bottle Ale, tho a punk pay fort. And shal this Parat instruct me? Nay but Franke. A roge that hath fed vpon me, & the fruit of my wit like Pullen from a Pantlers chipings, and now I put him into good cloths to shift two sutes in a day, that could scare shift a patcht shirt once in a yeare, and sayes prayers when he had it: hark, how he prates. Besides Franke, since his marriage, he stawkes me like a cashierd Captaine discontent, in which Melancholy, the leaste drop of mirth, of which thou hast an Ocean, will make him, and all his ours for euer. Sayes mine owne Roge so, giue mee thy hand then, weele doot, and theres earnest. Strikes him. Sfut you Chitrtiface, that lookes worse then a Collier thorough a woodden window, an Ape afeard of a whip, or a Knaues head, shooke seauen yeares in the weather vpon London-bridge. Do you Catechize me? Nay but valorous Franke, he that knowes the secrets of al harts, knowes I did it in kindnes. Know your seasons: besides, I am not of that Species for you to instruct. Then know your seasons. Sfut friends, friends, al friends: Here comes young Scarborrow, should he knew of this, all our disseignes were preuented. What, melancholy my young maister, my young marryed man, God giue your worship ioy. Ioy, of what Franke? Of thy wealth, for I heare of few that ha ioy of heir wiues Who weds as I haue to inforced sheets, His care increaseth, but his comfort fleets. Thou hauing so much witte, what a Deuill meantst thou to marry? O speake not of it, Marriage sounds in mine care like a Bell, Not rung for pleasure, but a dolefull knell. A common course, those men that are married in the Morning, to wish themselues buried ere night. I cannot loue her. No newes neither, wiues know thats a generall fault amongst their Husbands.