The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 22 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 0.76 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
How long hath he continued here since he came hither. Faith Sir not so long as Noah's flood, yet long enough to have drowned up the livings of three Knights, as Knights goes now adays, some month or thereabouts. Time ill consumed to ruinate our house, But what are they that keep him company? Pitch, Pitch, but I must not say so, but for your further satisfaction, did you ever see a young whelp and a Lion play together. Yes. Such is master Scarborrow's company Within Oliver. Anon, anon, look down to the pomegranate there. I prithee say here's them would speak with him. I'll do your message: Anon, anon there. This fool speaks wiser than he is aware, young heirs left in this town where sins so rank, And prodigals gape to grow fat by them, Are like young whelps thrown in the lions den, Who play with them awhile, at length devour them. whose's there would speak with me? Your Brothers, who are glad to see you well. Well. 'tis not your riot, that we hear you use, (With such as waste their goods, as Time the world With a continual spending, nor that you keep The company of a most Leprous rout, Consumes your Body's wealth, infects your name With such Plague-sores, that had you reasons eye, 'twould make you sick, to see you visit them) Hath drawn us, but our wants to crave the dew Our father gave, and yet remains with you. Our Birthright good brother, this Town craves maintenance, silk stockings must be had, and we would be loath our heritage should be arraigned at the vintner's bar, and so condemned to the vintner's box, though while you did keep house, we had some Belly-timber at your Table, or so, yet we would have you think, we are your Brothers, yet no Esau's to sell our patrimony for Porridge. So, so, what hath your coming else? With us our sister joins in our request, Whom we have brought along with us to London, To have her portion, wherewith to provide, An honoured service, or an honest bride. So, than you two my Brothers, and she my sister, come not as in duty you are bound, to an elder brother, out of Yorkshire to see us, but like leeches to suck from us. We come compelled by want to crave our own. Sir, for your own, than thus be satisfied, Both hers and yours were left in trust with me, And I will keep it for ye: Must you appoint us, Or what we please to like mixed with reproof, You have been to saucy both, and you shall know, I'll curb you for it, ask why; I'll have it so? We do but crave our own. Your own sir: what's your own? Our portions given us by our father's will, Which here you spend. Consume? Ways worse than ill. Ha, ha, ha.
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How long hath he continued heere since he came hether. Faith Sir not so long as Noahs floude, yet long enough to haue drowned vp the liuings of three Knights, as Knights goes now adaies, some moneth or there abouts. Time ill consumed to ruinate our house, But what are they that keepe him company? Pitch, Pitch, but I must not say so, but for your further satisfaction, did you euer see a young whelpe and a Lyon plaie together. Yes. Such is maister Scarborrows company Within Oliuer. Anon, anon, looke downe to the Pomgranate there. I prethee say heeres them would speake with him. Ile do your message: Anon, anon there. This foole speakes wiser then he is aware, young heires left in this towne where sins so ranke, And prodigals gape to grow fat by them, Are like young whelps throwne in the Lyons den, Who play with them awhile, at length deuoure them. Whose there would speake with me? Your Brothers, who are glad to see you well. Well. Tis not your ryot, that we heare you vse, (With such as wast their goods, as Time the world With a continuall spending, nor that you keepe The companie of a most Leprous route, Consumes your bodies wealth, infects your name With such Plague-sores, that had you reasons eie, Twould make you sicke, to see you visit them) Hath drawne vs, but our wants to craue the dew Our father gaue, and yet remaines with you. Our Byrth-right good brother, this Towne craues mainteinance, silke stockings must be had, and we would be loath our heritage should be arraigned at the Vintners bar, and so condemned to the Vintners box, though while you did keepe house, wee had some Belly-timber at your Table, or so, yet wee would haue you think, we are your Brothers, yet no Esaus to sell our patrimony for Porridge. So, so, what hath your comming else? With vs our sister ioynes in our request, Whom we haue brought along with vs to London, To haue her portion, wherewith to prouide, An honord seruice, or an honest bride. So, then you two my Brothers, and she my sister, come not as in duty you are bound, to an elder brother, out of Yorkshire to see vs, but like leaches to sucke from vs. We come compeld by want to craue our owne. Sir, for your owne, then thus be satisfied, Both hers and yours were left in trust with me, And I will keepe it for ye: Must you appoint vs, Or what we please to like mixt with reproofe, You haue bin to sawcy both, and you shall know, Ile curbe you for it, aske why; Ile haue it so? We do but craue our owne. Your owne sir: whats your owne? Our portions giuen vs by our fathers will, Which here you spend. Consume? Wayes worse then ill. Ha, ha, ha.