The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 39 of 47
Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
I do not wish to kill thee like a slave, That taps men in their cups, and broach their hearts, Ear with a warning piece they have waked their ears, I would not like to powder shoot thee down, To a flat grave, ere thou hast thought to frown: I am no Coward, but in manly terms, And fairest oppositions vow to kill thee. From whence proceeds this heat. From sparkles bred by thee, that like a villain. Ha. I'll hallow it in thine ears till thy soul quake to hear it, That like a villain hast undone thy brothers. Would thou wert not so near me: yet farewell. By nature, and her laws make us a kin, As near as are these hands, or sin to sin. Draw and defend thyself, or I'll forget Thou art a man. Would thou were not my Brother? I disclaim them. Are we not offspring of one parent wretch. I do forget it, pardon me the dead, I should deny the pains you bid for me. My blood grows hot for vengeance, thou hast spent My lives revenues that our parents purchased. O do not wrack me with remembrance on't. Thou hast made my life a Beggar in this world, And I will make thee bankrupt of thy breath: Thou hast been so bad, the best I can give, Thou art a Devil, not with men to live. Then take a devils payment. he's here, draw Gentlemen. Die Scarborrow. Girt round with death. How set upon by three, 'sfoot fear not Brother, yond Cowards, three to one, slaves, worse than Fencers that wear long weapons. You shall be fought withal, you shall be fought withal. Brother I thank you, for you now have been A patron of my life, forget the sin I pray you, with my loose and wasteful hours, Hath made against your Fortunes, I repent 'em, And wish I could new joint and strength your hopes, Though with indifferent ruin of mine own. I have a many sins, the thought of which Like finished Needles prick me to the soul, But find your wrongs, to have the sharpest point. If penitence your losses might repair, You should be rich in wealth, and I in care. I do believe you Sir, but I must tell you, Evils the which are 'gainst another done, Repentance makes no satisfaction To him that feels the smart. Our father sir, Left in your trust my portion: you ha' spent it, And suffered me (whilst you in riots house, A drunken Tavern, spilled my maintenance Perhaps upon the ground with overflown cups, Like birds in hardest winter half starved, to fly) And pick up any food, lest I should die. I prithee let us be at peace together. At peace for what? For spending my inheritance, By yonder son that every soul has life by, As sure as thou hast life I'll fight with thee. I'd not be moved untoot. I'll kill thee then, wert thou now clasped Within thy mother, wife, or children's arms.
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I do not wish to kill thee like a slaue, That taps men in their cups, and broch their harts, Eare with a warning peece they haue wakt their eares, I would not like to powder shoote thee downe, To aflat graue, ere thou hast thought to frowne: I am no Coward, but in manly tearmes, And fayrest oppositions vow to kill thee. From whence proceedes this heat. From sparkles bred by thee, that like a villian. Ha. Ile hallow it in thine eares till thy soule quake to heare it, That like a villian hast vndone thy brothers. Would thou wert not so neere me: yet farewell. By nature, and her lawes make vs a kinne, As neere as are these hands, or sin to sinne. Draw and defend thy selfe, or Ile forget Thou art a man. Would thou were not my Brother? I disclaime them. Are wee not off-spring of one parent wretch. I do forget it, pardon me the dead, I should deny the paines you bid for me. My blood growes hot for vengeance, thou hast spent My liues reuenewes that our parents purchast. O do not wracke me with remembrance ont. Thou hast made my life a Begger in this world, And I will make thee bankrout of thy breath: Thou hast bin so bad, the best I can giue, Thou art a Deuill, not with men to liue. Then take a Deuils payment. Hees here, draw Gentlemen. Die Scarborrow. Girt round with death. How set vpon by three, Sfut feare not Brother, yon Cowards, three to one, slaues, worse then Fensers that wear long weapons. You shall be fought withall, you shall be fought withall. Brother I thanke you, for you now haue bin A patron of my life, forget the sinne I pray you, with my loose and wastfull houres, Hath made against your Fortunes, I repent em, And wish I could new ioynt and strength your hopes, Tho with indifferent ruine of mine owne. I haue a many sinnes, the thought of which Like finisht Needles pricke me to the soule, But find your wronges, to haue the sharpest point. If penitence your losses might repayre, You should be rich in wealth, and I in care. I do beleeue you Sir, but I must tell you, Euils the which are gainst an other done, Repentance makes no satisfaction To him that feeles the smart. Our father sir, Left in your trust my portion: you ha spent it, And suffered me (whilst you in ryots house, A drunken Tauerne, spild my maintainance Perhaps vpon the ground with ouerflowne cups, Like birds in hardest winter halfe starud, to flie) And picke vp any food, least I should die. I prethee let vs be at peace together. At peace for what? For spending my inheritance, By yonder son that euery soule has life by, As sure as thou hast life Ile fight with thee. Ide not be moou'd vntoot. Ile kill thee then, wert thou now claspt Within thy mother, wife, or childrens armea.