The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 23 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 0.77 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Nay, nay, nay, Will: prithee come away, we have a full gallon of Sack stays in the fire for thee, thou must pledge it to the health of a friend of thine. What dost think these are Frank? They are Fiddlers I think, if they be, I prithee send them into the next room, and let them scrape there, and we'll send to them presently. They are my brother's Frank, come out of Yorkshire, To the Tavern here, to ask their portions: they call my pleasures, riots, my company Leproes, & like a school boy, they would tutor me? O, thou shouldst have done well to have bound them prentices when they were young, they would have made a couple of saucy Tailors. tailors? I bird-lime: Tailors: tailors are good men, and in the Term time they wear good Clothes. Come, you must learn more manners, stand at your Brother's back, as to shift a Treancher neatly, and take a Cup of Sack, and a capon's leg contentedly. You are a slave That feeds upon my brother like a fly, Poisoning where thou dost suck. You lie. O, to my grief I speak it, you shall find, There's no more difference in a Tavern-haunter Then is between a Spittle and a Beggar. Thou workest on him like Tempests on a ship. And he the worthy Traffic that doth sink. Thou mak'st his name more loathsome than a grave. Livest like a Dog, by vomit, Die a slave? Do, fight: I love you all well, because you were my old master's sons, but I'll neither part you, nor be partaker with you. I come to bring my mast, news, he hath two sons borne at a birth in Yorkshire, and I find him together by the ears with his brothers in a Tavern in London. Brother and brother at odds, 'tis nought: sure, it was not thus in the days of charity. What's this world like to? Faith just like an Innkeepers Chamber-pot, receives all waters, good and bad, It had need of much scouring. My old mast kept a good house, and twenty or thirty tall sword and Buckler men about him, and i' his son differs not much, he will have mettle to, though he hath not store of cutler's blades, he will have plenty of vintner's pots. His father kept a good house for honest men, his Tenants, that brought him in part, and his son keeps a bad de house with Knaves that help to consume all. 'tis but the change of time: why should any man repine at it: Crekits, good living, and lucky worms, were wont to feed, sing, and rejoice in the father's chimney, and now Carrion Crows builds in the son's Kitchen, I could be sorry for it, but I am too old to weep. Well then, I will go tell him news of his offsprings. Alas good Brothers, how came this mischance? Our portions, our brother hath given us our portions sister, hath he not? He would not be so monstrous I am sure.
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Nay, nay, nay, Wil: prethy come away, we haue a full gallon of Sacke staies in the fire for thee, thou must pledge it to the health of a friend of thine. What dost thinke these are Franke? They are Fidlers I thinke, if they be, I preethe sende them into the next roome, and let them scrape there, and weell send to them presently. They are my brothers Franke, come out of Yorkeshire, To the Tauerne here, to aske their portions: they call my pleasures, ryots, my company Leproes, & like a school boy, they would tutor me? O, thou shouldst haue done wel to haue bound them prentises when they were young, they woulde haue made a couple of sawcy Taylers. Taylers? I Birdlime: Taylers: Taylours are good men, and in the Terme time they weare good Cloathes. Come, you must learne more manners, stand at your Brothers backe, as to shift a Treancher neately, and take a Cuppe of Sacke, and a Capons legge contentedly. You are a slaue That feeds vpon my brother like a flie, Poysoning where thou dost sucke. You lie. O, to my griefe I speake it, you shall find, Theres no more difference in a Tauern-haunter Then is betweene a Spittle and a Begger. Thou workst on him like Tempests on a ship. And he the worthy Trafficke that doth sinke. Thou makst his name more loathsome then a graue. Liuest like a Dog, by vomit, Die a slave? Do, fight: I loue you all well, because you were my olde masters sonnes, but Ile neither part you, nor be partaker with you. I come to bring my mast, newes, he hath two sons borne at a birth in Yorkshire, and I find him together by the ears with his brothers in a Tauerne in London. Brother and brother at ods, tis naught: sure, it was not thus in the days of charity. Whats this world lyke to? Faith iust like an Inne-keepers Chamber-pot, receiues all waters, good and bad, It had need of much scouring. My old mast kept a good house, and twenty or thirty tall sworde and Buckler men about him, and y fayth his sonne differs not much, he wil haue mettle to, tho he hath not store of Cutlers blades, he will haue plentie of Vintners pots. His father kept a good house for honest men, his Tenants, that brought him in part, and his son keeps a bad de house with Knaues that helpe to consume al. Tis but the change of time: why shoulde any man repyne at it: Crekits, good liuing, and lucky wormes, were wont to feede, sing, and reioyce in the fathers chimney, and nowe Carrion Crowes builds in the sons Kitchen, I could be sorry for it, but I am too old to weepe. Well then, I will go tel him newes of his of-springs. Alas good Brothers, how came this mischance? Our portions, our brother hath giuen vs our portions sister, hath he not? He would not be so monstrous I am sure.