The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 34 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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Marry her and maintain her. For her forsake all other women. Nay for her forswear all other women. In all degrees of Love. In all degrees of Love, either to Court, kiss, give private favours, or use private means, I'll do nothing that married men being close whoremasters do, so I may have her. And yet you having been an open whoremaster, I will not believe you till I hear you swear as much in the way of contract to herself, and call me to be a witness. By heaven, by earth, by Hell, by all that man can swear, I will so I may have her. Enough. Thus at first sight, rash men to women swear, When such oaths broke, heaven grieves and sheds a tear: But she's come, ply her, ply her. Kind Mistress, as I protested, so again I vow, i'faith I love you. And I am not Sir so uncharitable, To hate the man that loves me. Love me then, The which loves you as Angels loves good men, Who wish them to live with them ever, In that high bliss whom hell cannot dissever. I'll steal away and leave them, so wise men do, Whom they would match, let them ha' leave to woe. Mistress I know your worth is beyond my desert, yet by my praising of your virtues, I would not have you as women use to do, become proud. None of my affections are pride's children, nor a kin to them Can you love me them? I can, for I love all the world, but am in love with none. Yet be in love with me, let your affections Combine with mine, and let our souls Like Turtles have a mutual Sympathy, Who love so well, that they together die, Such is my life, who covets to expire, If it should lose your love. May I believe you? Introth you may, Your life's my life, your death my dying day. Sir the commendations I have received from Butler of your birth and worth, together with the judgement of mine own eye, bids me believe and love you. O seal it with a kiss, Blessed hour my life had never joy till this. Here about is the house sure. We cannot mistake it, for here's the sign of the Wolf and the Bay-window. What so close? 'tis well, I ha' shifted away your uncles Mistress, but see the spite Sir Francis, if you same couple of Smell-smocks, Wentloe and Bartley, ha' not scented after us. A pox on 'em, what shall we do then Butler? What but be married straight man. ay but how Butler. Tut, I never fail at a dead lift, for to perfect your bliss, I have provided you a Priest. Where, prithee Butler where? Where? But beneath in her Chamber. I ha' filled his hands with Coin, and he shall tie you fast with words, he shall close your hands in one, and then do clap yourself into her sheets and spare not. O sweet.
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Marry her and maintaine hir. For her forsake al other women. Nay for her forsweare all other women. In al degrees of Loue. In all degrees of Loue, either to Court, kisse, giue priuate fauours, or vse priuate meanes, Ile doe nothing that married men being close whoremaisters do, so I may haue her. And yet you hauing bin an open whoremaister, I will not beleeue you til I hear you sweare as much in the way of contract to her selfe, and call me to bee a witnesse. By heauen, by earth, by Hell, by all that man can sweare, I will so I may haue her. Enough. Thus at first sight, rash men to women sweare, When such oaths broke, heauen greeues and sheds a teare: But shees come, ply her, ply her. Kind Mistres, as I protested, so againe I vow, I faith I loue you. And I am not Sir so vncharitable, To hate the man that loues me. Loue me then, The which loues you as Angels loues good men, Who wish them to liue with them euer, In that high blisse whom hell cannot diss euer. Ile steale away and leaue them, so wise men do, Whom they would match, let them ha leaue to wo. Mistris I hnow your worth is beyond my desert, yet by my praising of your virtues, I woulde not haue you as women vse to do, become proud. None of my affections are prides children, nor a kin to them Can you loue me them? I can, for I loue al the world, but am in loue with none. Yet be in loue with me, let your affections Combine with mine, and let our soules Like Turtles haue a mutual Simpathy, Who loue so well, that they together die, Such is my life, who couets to expire, If it should loose your loue. May I beleeue you? Introth you may, Your lifes my life, your death my dying day. Sir the commendations I haue receiued from Butler of your byrth and worth, together with the Iudgement of mine owne eie, bids me beleeue and loue you. O seale it with a kisse, Blest hower my life had neuer ioy till this. Here about is the house sure. We cannot mistake it, for heres the signe of the Wolfe and the Bay-window. What so close? Tis well, I ha shifted away your Vncles Mistris, but see the spight Sir Francis, if you same couple of Smel-smockes, Wentloe and Bartley, ha not sented after vs. Apoxe on em, what shall we do then Butler? What but be married straight man. I but how Butler. Tut, I neuer faile at a dead lift, for to perfect your blisse, I haue prouided you a Priest. Where, prethe Butler where? Where? But beneath in her Chamber. I ha fild his hands with Coine, and he shall tye you fast with wordes, he shall close your hands in one, and then doe clap your selfe into her sheetes and spare not. O sweete.