The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 18 of 47
Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin typicality 0.79 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Toward Wakefield, where my masters living lies. Toward Wakefield where thy master we'll attend, When things are at the worst, 'tis hoped they'll mend. How now sister, no further forward on your journey yet? When griefs before one, who'd go on to grief, I'd rather turn me back to find some comfort. And that way sorrows hurtfuller than this, My Brother having brought unto a grave, That murdered body whom he called his wife, And spent so many tears upon her Hearse, As would have made a Tyrant to relent, Then kneeling at her Coffin, thus he vowed, From thence he never would embrace your bed. The more Fool he. Never from hence acknowledge you his wife, When others strive to enrich their father's name, It should be his only aim, to beggar his, To spend their means, and in his only pride, Which with a sigh confirmed, he's rid to London, Vowing a course, that by his life so foul Men near should join the hands, without the soul. All is but grief, and I am armed for it. we'll bring you on your way in hope that's strong Time may at length make straight. what yet is wrong. he's our own, he's our own, Come, let's make use of his wealth, as the snow of Ice: Melt it, melt it. But art sure he will hold his meeting. As sure as I am now, & was dead drunk last night. Why then so sure will I be arrested by a couple of Sergeants, and fall into one of the unlucky Cranks about Cheapside, called Counters. Withal, I have provided M. Gripe the Usurer, who upon the instant will be ready to step in, charge the Sergeants to keep thee fast, and that now he will have his five hundred pounds, or thou shalt rot for it. When it follows, young Scarborow shall be bound for the one: then take up as much more, we share the one half, & help him to be drunk with the other. Ha, ha, ha. Why, dost laugh Frank? To see that we and usurers line by the fall of young heirs as swine by the dropping of Acorns. But he's come. Where be these Rogues? shall we ha' no tendance here? Good day Gentlemen. A thousand good days, my noble Bully, and as many good fortunes as there were Grasshoppers in Egypt, and that's covered over with good luck: but Nouns, Pronouns, and Participles. Where be these Rogues here: what, shall we have no Wine here? Anon, anon, sir. Anon, goodman Rascal, must we stay your leisure? gi't us by and by, with a pox to you. O, do not hurt the fellow? Hurt him, hang him, Scrape-trencher, star-warren, Wine spiller, metal-clancker, Rogue by generation. Why, dost hear Will? If thou dost not use these Grape-spillers as you do their pottle-pots, quoit 'em down stairs three or four times at a supper, they le grow as saucy with you as Sergeants, and make bills more unconscionable than Tailors.
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Toward Wakefield, where my masters liuing lyes. Toward Wakefield where thy maister weele attend, When things are at the worst, tis hopt theyle mend. How now sister, no further forward on your iourney yet? When greefes before one, who'd go on to griefe, Ide rather turne me backe to find some comfort. And that way sorrowes hurtfuller then this, My Brother hauing brought vnto a graue, That murthered body whom he cald his wife, And spent so many teares vpon her Hearse, As would haue made a Tyrant to relent, Then kneeling at her Coffin, thus he vowd, From thence he neuer would embrace your bed. The more Foole he. Neuer from hence acknowledge you his wife, When others striue to enrich their fathers name, It should be his only ayme, to begger his, To spend their meanes, and in his onely pride, Which with a sigh confirmd, hees rid to London, Vowing a course, that by his life so foule Men nere should ioyn the hands, without the soule. All is but griefe, and I am armd for it. Weel bring you on your way in hope thats strong Time may at length make strait. what yet is wrong. Hees our owne, hees our own, Come, lets make vse of his wealth, as the snow of Ice: Melt it, melt it. But art sure he will hold his meeting. As sure as I am now, & was dead drunke last night. Why then so sure will I be arrested by a couple of Sergeants, and fall into one of the vnlucky Crankes about Cheapside, cald Counters. Withall, I haue prouided M. Grype the Vsurer, whoe vpon the instant will be ready to step in, charge the Seargeaunts to keepe thee fast, and that now hee will haue his fiue hundered pounds, or thou shalt rot for it. When it followes, young Scarborow shall be bounde for the one: then take vp as much more, we share the one half, & help him to be drunke with the other. Ha, ha, ha. Why, dost laugh Franke? To see that wee and Vsurers line by the fal of yong heirs as swine by the dropping of Acorns. But hees come. Where be these Rogues? shall we ha no tendance here? Good day Gentlemen. A thousand good dayes, my noble Bully, and as manye good fortunes as there wer Grashoppers in Egypt, and thats couered ouer with good lucke: but Nouns, Pronounes, and Participles. Where be these Rogues here: what, shall we haue no Wine here? Anon, anon, sir. Anon, goodman Rascall, must wee stay your leysure? gee't vs by and by, with apoxe to you. O, do not hurt the fellow? Hurt him, hang him, Scrape-trencher, star-waren, Wine spiller, mettle-clancer, Rogue by generation. Why, dost heare Will? If thou dost not vse these Grape-spillers as you doe theyr pottle-pots, quoit em down stayres three or foure times at a supper, they le grow as sawcy with you as Sergeants, and make bils more vnconscionable then Taylors.