The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 40 of 47
Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.89 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Wouldst homicide? art so degenerate? Then let my blood grow hot. For it shall cool. To kill rather than be killed is manhoods rule. Stay let not your wraths meet. Heart, what mak'st thou here? Say who are you, or you, are you not one, That scarce can make a fit distinction Betwixt each other. Are you not Brothers? I renounce him. Shalt not need. Give way. Have at thee, Who stirs, which of you both hath strength within his arm To wound his own breast, whose so desperate, To damn himself by killing of himself, Are you not both one flesh? Heart, give me way. Be not a bar betwixt us, or by my sword I'll mete thy grave out. O do, for God's sake do? 'tis happy death, if I may die and you Not murder one another. O do but hearken, When dus. Sun and Moon borne in one frame Contend, but they breed Earthquakes in men's hearts: When any star prodigiously appears, Tells it not fall of kings or fatal years. And then if Brother's fight, what may men think, Sin grows so high, 'tis time the world should sink. My heart grows cool again, I wish it not. Stop not my fury, or by my life I swear, I will reveal the robbery we ha' done, And take revenge on thee, That hinders me to take revenge on him. I yield to that, but near consent to this, I shall then die as mine own, sin affords, Fall by the law, not by my Brother's swords. Then by that light that guides me here I vow, I'll straight to Sir Iohn Harcop, and make known We were the two that robbed him. Prithee do. Sin has his shame, and thou shalt ha' thy due. Thus have I shown the nature of a Brother, Though you have proved unnatural to me. he's gone in heat to publish out the theft, Which want and your unkindness forest us to, If now I die that death and public shame, Is a corsive to your soul, blot to your name. O 'tis too true, there's not a thought I think, But must partake thy griefs, and drink A relish of thy sorrow and misfortune, With weight of others tears I am over borne, That scarce am Atlas to hold up mine own, And all to good for me. A happy Creature In my Cradle, and have made myself The common curse of mankind by my life, Undone my Brothers, made them thieves for bread, And begot pretty children to live beggars, O Conscience, how thou are stung to think upon't, My Brothers unto shame must yield their blood, My Babes at others' stirrups beg their food, Or else turn thieves to, and be choked for't, Die a dog's death, be perched upon a tree, Hang betwixt heaven and earth, as fit for neither, The curse of heaven that's due to reprobates, Descends upon my Brothers, and my children, And I am parent to it, ay, I am parent to it.
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Wouldst homicide? art so degenerat? Then let my blood grow hot. For it shall coole. To kill rather then bee kild is manhoods rule. Stay let not your wraths meet. Hart, what makst thou here? Say who are you, or you, are you not one, That scarce can make a fit distinction Betwixt each other. Are you not Brothers? I renounce him. Shalt not need. Giue way. Haue at thee, Who sturs, which of you both hath strength within his arm To wound his owne brest, whose so desperate, To dam himselfe by killing of himselfe, Are you not both one flesh? Hart, giue me way. Be not a bar betwixt vs, or by my sword Ile mete thy graue out. O do, for Gods sake do? Tis happy death, if I may die and you Not murther one another. O do but harken, When dus the Sunne and Moone borne in one frame Contend, but they breed Earthquakes in mens harts: When any starre prodigiously appeares, Tels it not fall of kings or fatall yeares. And then if Brothers fight, what may men thinke, Sinne growes so high, tis time the world should sinke. My hart growes coole againe, I wish it not. Stop not my fury, or by my life I sweare, I will reueale the robbery we ha done, And take reuenge on thee, That hinders me to take reuenge on him. I yeild to that, but neare consent to this, I shall then die as mine owne, sinne affords, Fall by the law, not by my Brothers swords. Then by that light that guids me here I vow, Ile straight to Sir Iohn Harcop, and make knowne We were the two that robd him. Prethy do. Sin has his shame, and thou shalt ha thy due. Thus haue I shewne the nature of a Brother, Tho you haue prou'd vnnaturall to me. Hees gone in heate to publish out the theft, Which want and your vnkindnes forest vs to, If now I die that death and publicke shame, Is a Corsiue to your soule, blot to your name. O tis too true, theres not a thought I thinke, But must pertake thy greefes, and drinke A rellish of thy sorrow and misfortune, With waight of others teares I am ore borne, That scarse am Atlas to hold vp mine owne, And al to good for me. A happy Creature In my Cradle, and haue made my selfe The common curse of mankind by my life, Vndone my Brothers, made them theeues for bread, And begot pretty children to liue beggers, O Conscience, how thou are stung to thinke vpont, My Brothers vnto shame must yeeld their blood, My Babes at others stirrops beg their food, Or else turne theeues to, and be choakt fort, Die a Dogs death, be percht vpon a tree, Hang betwixt heauen and earth, as fit for neither, The curse of heauen thats due to reprobates, Discends vpon my Brothers, and my children, And I am parent to it, I, I am parent to it.