The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 35 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 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
down, down, 'tis the only way for you to get up. Thus in this task, for others good I toil, And she kind Gentlewoman weds herself, Having been scarcely wooed, and ere her thoughts, Have learned to love him, that being her husband, She may relieve her, brothers in their wants, She marries him to help her nearest kin, I make the match, and hope it is no sin. 'sfoot it is scurvy Walking, for us so near the two Counters, would he would come once? Mass he's yonder: Now Butler. O Gallants are you here, I ha' done wonders for you commended you to the Gentlewomen, who having taken note of your good legs, and good faces, have a liking to you, meet me beneath. Happy Butler. They are yours, and you are theirs, meet me beneath I say. By this they are wed, I and perhaps have bedded, Now follows whether knowing she is poor, he'll swear he loved her as he swore before. Ho Sirrah, who would ha' thought it, I perceive now a woman may be a maid, be married, and lose her maidenhead, and all in half and an hour, and how dost like me now wench. As doth befit your servant and your wife, That owe you love and duty all my life. And there shall be no Love lost, nor service neither, I'll do thee service at board, and thou shalt do me service a-bed: Now must I as young married men use to do, kiss my portion out of my young wife. Thou art my sweet Rogue, my Lamb, my Pigsny, my playfellow, my pretty pretty any thing, come a buss prithee, so 'tis my kind heart, and what's thou what now? Not till you tell me Sir, I ha' got thee with Child in my Conscience, and like a kind Husband, methinks I breed it for thee. For I am already sick at my stomach and long extremely. Now must thou be my helpful Physician, and provide for me. even to my blood, What's mine is yours, to gain your peace or good. What a kind soul is this, could a man have found a greater content in a wife, if he should ha' sought through the world for her: Prithee heart as I said, I long, and in good troth I do, and methinks thy first child will be borne without a nose, if I lose my longing, 'tis but for a trifle too, yet methinks it will do me no good unless thou effect it for me. I could take thy keys myself, go into thy Closet, and read over the deeds and evidences of thy Land, & in reading over them, rejoice I had such blessed fortune to have so fair a wife with so much endowment, and then open thy Chests, and survey thy Plate, jewels, Treasure. But a pox on't, all will do me no good, unless thou effect it for me. Sir I will show you all the wealth I have, Of Coin, of jewels, or Possessions,
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Downe, downe, tis the onely way for you to get vp. Thus in this taske, for others good I toyle, And she kind Gentlewoman weds her selfe, Hauing bin scarcely woed, and ere her thoughts, Haue learnd to loue him, that being her husband, She may releeue her, brothers in their wantes, She marries him to helpe her nearest kin, I make the match, and hope it is no sinne. Sfut it is scuruy Walking, for vs so neare the two Counters, would he would come once? Masse hees yonder: Now Butler. O Gallants are you here, I ha done wonders for you commended you to the Gentlewomen, who hauing taken note of your good legs, and good faces, haue a liking to you, meet me beneath. Happy Butler. They are yours, and you are theirs, meet me beneath I say. By this they are wed, I and perhaps haue bedded, Now followes whether knowing shee is poore, Heele swear he lou'd her as he swore before. Ho Sirrha, who would ha thought it, I perceiue now a woman may be a maid, be married, and loose her maiden-head, and all in halfe and an hower, and how doest like me now wench. As doth befit your seruant and your wife, That owe you loue and duty al my life. And there shal be no Loue lost, nor seruice neither, Ile do thee seruice at boord, and thou shalt do me seruice a bed: Nowe must I as yong married men vse to do, kisse my portion out of my yong wife. Thou art my sweet Rogue, my Lambe, my Pigsny, my play-fellow, my pretty pretty any thing, come a busse prethee, so tis my kind hart, and wats thou what now? Not till you tel me Sir, I ha got thee with Childe in my Conscience, and lyke a kind Husbande, methinkes I breede it for thee. For I am alreadie sicke at my stomacke and long extremely. Now must thou bee my helpful Physition, and prouide for me. Euen to my blood, Whats mine is yours, to gaine your peace or good. What a kind soule is this, could a man haue found a greater content in a wife, if he should ha sought thorough the worlde for her: Prethy hart as I said, I long, and in good troth I do, and methinkes thy first childe wil bee borne without a nose, if I loose my longing, tis but for a trifle too, yet methinkes it wil do me no good vnlesse thou effect it for me. I could take thy keyes my selfe, go into thy Closet, and read ouer the deeds and euidences of thy Land, & in reading ouer them, reioice I had such blest fortune to haue so fayre a wife with so much endowment, and then open thy Chests, and suruey thy Plate, Iewels, Treasure. But a pox ont, al will doe me no good, vnlesse thou effect it for me. Sir I wil shew you al the wealth I haue, Of Coyne, of Iewels, or Possessions,