The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 29 of 47
Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
But dust mean to go? Troth no, I'll go down to take possession of his land, let the country bury him & the will: I'll stay here a while, to save charge at his funeral. And how dost feel thyself Frank, now thy father is dead? As I did before, with my hands, how should I feel myself else? But I'll tell you news Gallants. What's that? Dost mean now to serve God? Faith partly, for I intend shortly to go to Church, and from thence do faithful service to one woman. Good, I ha' met my flesh-hooks together. What, Dost mean to be married? I Mungrell, Married. That's a bait for me. I will now be honestly married. Its impossible, for thou hast been a whoremaster this seven year. 'tis no matter, I will now marry, And to some honest woman to, and so from hence her virtues shall be a countenance to my vices. What shall she be, prithee? No Lady, no widow, nor no waiting gentlewoman, for under protection Ladies may lard their husband's heads, Widows will Woodcocks make, & chambermaids of servingmen learn that, they'll ner forsake. Who wilt thou wed then, prithee? To any maid, so she be fair: To any maid, so she be rich To any maid so she be young: and to any maid So she be honest. Faith, it's no great matter for her honesty, for in these days, that's a Dowry out of request. From these Crabs will I gather sweetness: wherein I'll imitate the Bee, that sucks her honey, not from the sweetest flowers, but Timb the bitterest: So these having been the means to beggar my master, shallbe the helps to relieve his brothers and sister. To whom shall I now be a suitor? Fair fall ye Gallants. Nay, and she be fair she shall fall sure enough. Butler, how Is't good Butler. will you be made gallants? ay, but not willingly Cuckolds, though we are now talking about wives. Let your wives agree of that after, will you first be richly married? How Butler: richly married? Rich in beauty, rich in purse, rich in virtue, rich in all things. But Mum, I'll say nothing, I know of two or three rich heirs. But Cargo, my fiddlestick cannot play without resin: avant. Butler. Dost not know me Butler? For Kex, dried Kex, that in summer ha' been so liberal to fodder other men's cattle, and scarce have enough to keep your own in Winter. Mine are precious Cabinets, and must have precious jewels put into them, and I know you to he merchants of Stockfish, and not men for my market: Then vanish. Come, ye old madcap you, what need all this? Cannot a man ha' been a little whore-master in his youth, but you must upbraid him with it, and tell him of his defects, which when he is married, his wife shall find in him? Why my father's dead man now, who by his death has left me the better part of a thousand a year.
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But dust meane to goe? Troth no, Ile go down to take possession of his land, let the cūtry bury him & the wil: Ile stay here a while, to saue charg at his funerall. And how dost feel thy selfe Franke, now thy father is dead? As I did before, with my hands, how should I feel my selfe else? But Ile tell you newes Gallants. Whats that? Dost meane now to serue God? Faith partly, for I intend shortly to goe to Church, and from thence do faithfull seruice to one woman. Good, I ha met my flesh-hooks together. What, Dost meane to be marryed? I Mungrell, Marryed. Thats a bayt for me. I will now be honestly marryed. Its impossible, for thou hast bin a whoremayster this seauen yeare. Tis no matter, I will now marry, And to som honest woman to, and so from hence her vertues shall be a countenance to my vices. What shall she be, prethee? No Lady, no widdow, nor no waiting gentlewoman, for vnder protection Ladyes may larde their husbands heads, Widdows will Woodcocks make, & chambermayds of seruīgmē learn that, theyle ner forsake. Who wilt thou wed then, prethe? To any mayd, so she be fayr: To any mayd, so she be rich To any mayd so she be young: and to any mayde So she be honest. Faith, its no great matter for her honestye, for in these dayes, thats a Dowrie out of request. From these Crabes will I gather sweetnesse: wherin Ile imitate the Bee, that sucks her hony, not from the sweetest flowers, but Timb the bitterest: So these hauing beene the meanes to begger my mayster, shalbe the helpes to releeue his brothers and sister. To whom shall I now be a suter? Faire fall ye Gallants. Nay, and she be fayre she shall fall sure enough. Butler, how Ist good Butler. Wil you be made gallants? I, but not willingly Cuckolds, tho we are now talking about wiues. Let your wiues agree of that after, will you first be richly married? How Butler: richly married? Rich in beauty, rich in purse, riche in vertue, riche in all things. But Mum, Ile say nothing, I know of two or three rich heyres. But Cargo, my fiddlestick cannot play without Rozen: Auant. Butler. Dost not know me Butler? For Kex, dryde Kex, that in summer ha bin so liberal to fodder other mens cattle, and scarce haue inough to keepe your owne in Winter. Mine are precious Cabinets, and must haue pretious Iewels put into them, and I know you to he merchants of Stockfish, and not men for my market: Then vanish. Come, ye old mad-cap you, what need all this? Cannot a man ha bin a little whoore-mayster in his youth, but you must vpbraide him with it, and tell him of his defects, which when he is maried, his wife shall finde in him? Why my fathers dead man now, who by his death has left me the better part of a thousand a yeare.