The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 13 of 47
Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 481 words
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'tis the hope of money makes me so, and I know none but fools use to be sad with it. From Oxford am I drawn, from serious studies Expecting that my brother still had sojourned With you his best of choice, and this good Knight. His absence shall not make our hearts less merry Than if we had his presence. A day ere long, Will bring him back, when one the other meets, At noon i'th' Church, at night between the sheets. we'll wash this chat with wine. Some wine: fill up, The sharpener of the wit, is a full cup. And so to you Sir. Do, and I'll drink, to my new sister, but upon this condition, that she may have quiet days, little rest a-nights, ha' pleasant afternoons, be pliant to my brother, and lend me money whensoe'er I'll borrow it. Nay, nay, nay, Women are weak and we must bear with them, Your frolic healths, are only fit for men, Well, I am contented, women must to the wall, though it be to a featherbed. Fill up then. From London am I come, though not with pipe and Drum, Yet I bring matter, in this poor paper, Will make my young mistress, delighting in kisses, Do as all Maidens will, hearing of such an ill, As to have lost, the thing they wished most, A Husband, a Husband, a pretty sweet Husband, Cry oh, oh, oh, and alas, And at last ho, ho, ho, as I do. Returned so soon from London? What's the news? O mistress, if ever you have seen Demonicea clear look into mine eyes, mine eyes are Severn, plain Severn, the Thames, nor the River of Tweed are nothing to 'em: Nay all the rain that fell at Noah's flood, had not the discretion that my eyes have: that drunk but up the whole world, and I ha' drowned all the way betwixt this and London. Thy news good Robin. My news mistress, I'll tell you strange news, the dust upon London way, being so great, that not a Lord, Gentleman, Knight, or Knave could travel, lest his eyes should be blown out: At last, they all agreed to hire me to go before them, when I looking but upon this Letter, did with this water, this very water, lay the dust, as well as if it had rained from the beginning of April to the last of May. A Letter from my Scarborrow, give it thy mistress. But Mistress. Prithee be gone, I would not have my father nor this Gentlemen, Be witness of the comfort it doth bring. Oh but mistress. Prithee begone, With this, and the glad news, leave me alone. 'tis your turn Knight, take your liquor, know I am bountiful, I'll forgive any man any thing that he owes me, but his drink, and that I'll be paid for.
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Tis the hope of monie makes me so, and I know none but fooles vse to be sad with it. From Oxford am I drawne, from serious studies Expecting that my brother still had soiournd With you his best of choyse, and this good Knight. His absence shall not make our harts lesse merrie Then if we had his presence. A daie ere long, Will bring him backe, when one the other meets, At nooneith Church, at night betweene the sheets. Weele wash this chat with wine. Some wine: fill vp, The sharpner of the wit, is a full cup. And so to you Sir. Do, and Ile drinke, to my new sister, but vpon this condition, that she may haue quiet daies, little rest a nights, hapleasant afternoones, bee plyant to my brother, and lend me money when soere Ile borrow it. Nay, nay, nay, Women are weake and we must beare with them, Your frolicke healths, are onely fit for men, Well, I am contented, women must to the wal, tho it be to a feather-bed. Fill vp then. From London am I come, tho not with pipe and Drum, Yet I bring matter, in this poore paper, Will make my young mistris, delighting in kisses, Do as all Maidens will, hearing of such an ill, As to haue lost, the thing they wisht most, A Husband, a Husband, a pretty sweet Husband, Cry oh, oh, oh, and alas, And at last ho, ho, ho, as I do. Returnd so soone from London? Whats the newes? O mistris, if euer you haue seene Demoniceacleare look into mine eyes, mine eyes are Seuerne, plaine Seuerne, the Thamee, nor the Ryuer of Tweed are nothing to em: Nay all the rayne that fell at Noahs floud, had not the discretion that my eyes haue: that drunke but vp the whole world, and I ha drownd all the way betwixt this and London. Thy newes good Robbin. My newes mistres, Ile tell you strange newes, the dust vpon London way, being so great, that not a Lorde, Gentleman, Knight, or Knaue could trauell, least his eies should bee blowne out: At last, they all agreed to hyre me to go before them, when I looking but vpon this Letter, did with this water, this very water, lay the dust, as well as if it had raind from the beginning of Aprill to the last of May. A Letter from my Scarborrow, giue it thy mistris. But Mistris. Prethee be gon, I would not haue my father nor this Gentlemen, Be witnes of the comfort it doth bring. Oh but mistris. Prethee begone, With this, and the glad newes, leaue me alone. Tis your turne Knight, take your licquor, know I am bountifull, Ile forgiue any man any thing that hee owes mee, but his drinke, and that Ile be paid for.