The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 26 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 0.80 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Boy, keep the Wall: I will not budge for any man, by these Thumbs, and the paring of the Nails shall stick in thy teeth not for a world. whose's this, young Scarborrow? The man that the Mare rid on. Is this the reverence that you owe to me? You should have brought me up better. That vice should thus transform man to a beast. Go to, your name's Lord, I'll talk with you when your out a debt and ha' better clothes. I pity thee even with my very soul. Pity i'th' thy throat, I can drink Muscadine and Eggs, and mulled sack, do you hear: you put a piece of turned stuff upon me, but I will- What will you do Sir? Piss in thy way, and that's no slander. Your sober blood will teach you otherwise. My honoured Lord, you're happily well met, Ill met to see your Nephew in this case, More like a brute Beast, than a Gentleman. Fi: Nephew, shame you not thus to transform yourself? Can your nose smell a Torch. Be not so wild, it is thine Uncle Scarborrow. Why then 'tis the more likely 'tis my Father's brother. Shame to our name, to make thyself a Beast, Thy body worthy borne, and thy youth's breast Tiled in due time for better discipline. thyself new married to a Noble house, Rich in possessions, and Posterity, Which should call home thy unstaid affections. Where thou mak'st havoc. Riot, spoil, and waste, Of what thy father left. And livest disgraced. I'll send you shorter to heaven, than you came to the earth, do you Catechize? Do you Catechize? Hold, hold, do you draw upon your uncle? Pox of that Lord, we'll meet at Mitre, where we'll sup down sorrow, We are drunk tonight, and so we'll be tomorrow. Why now I see: what I heard of, I believed not, Your kinsman lives. Like to a swine. A perfect Epithet he feeds on draff, And wallows in the mire, to make men laugh, I pity him. No pities fit for him. Yet we'll advise him. He is my kinsman. Being in the pit where many do fall in, We will both comfort him, and counsel him. What shall we do now Butler? A man had better line a good handsome pair of gallows before his time, then be born to do these sucklings good, their mother's milk not wrung out of their nose yet, they know no more how to behave themselves in this honest and needful calling of Purse-taking, than I do to piece stockings. 'sfoot what shall we do now? See if they do not quake like a trembling. Asp-leaf, and look more miserable than one of the wicked Elders pictured in the painted cloth, should they but come to the credit to be arraigned for their valour, before a worshipful bench, their very looks would hang 'em, and they were indited but for stealing of Eggs. Butler. Honest Butler.
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Boy, keepe the Wall: I will not budge for any man, by these Thumbs, and the paring of the Nayles shal stick in thy teeth not for a world. Whose this, young Scarborrow? The man that the Mareid on. Is this the reuerence that you owe to me? You should haue brought me vp better. That vice should thus transforme man to a beast. Go to, your names Lorde, Ile talke with you when your out a debt and ha better cloaths. I pitty thee euen with my very soule. Pitty ith thy throat, I can drinke Muscadine and Egges, and Muld sack, do you heare: you put a peece of turnd stuffe vpon me, but I wil - What will you do Sir? Pisse in thy way, and thats no slander. Your sober blood wil teach you otherwise. My honoured Lord, your happily wel met, Ill met to see your Nephew in this case, More like a brute Beast, then a Gentleman. Fi: Nephew, shame you not thus to transform your self? Can your nose smell a Torch. Be not so wilde, it is thine Vnckle Scarborrow. Why then tis the more likely tis my Fathers brother. Shame to our name, to make thy selfe a Beast, Thy body worthy borne, and thy youths brest Tyld in due time for better discipline. Thy selfe new married to a Noble house, Rich in possessions, and Posterity, Which should cal home thy vnstaid affections. Where thou makst havock. Ryot, spoyle, and wast, Of what thy father left. And liuest disgracst. Ile send you shorter to heauen, then you came to the earth, do you Catechize? Do you Catechize? Hold, hold, do you draw vpon your vnckle? Pox of that Lord, Weele meet at Miter, where weele sup downe sorrow, We are drunke to night, and so weele be to morrow. Why now I see: what I hard of, I beleeu'd not, Your kinsman liues. Like to a swine. A perfect Epythite hee feeds on draffe, And wallowes in the mire, to make men laugh, I pitty him. No pitties fit for him. Yet weele aduise him. He is my kinsman. Being in the pit where many do fall in, We wil both comfort him, and counsel him. What shal we do now Butler? A man had better lyne a good handsome payre of gallows before his time, then be born to do these sucklings good, their mothers milke not wrung out of their nose yet, they knowe no more how to behaue themselues in this honest and needeful calling of Purse-taking, then I do to peece stockings. Sfut what shal we do now? See if they do not quake like a trembling. Asp-leafe, and look more miserable then one of the wicked Elders picturd in the painted cloth, should they but come to the credit to be arraind for their valor, before a worshipfull bench, their very lookes woulde hang 'em, and they were indighted but for stealing of Egs. Butler. Honest Butler.