The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 41 of 47
Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.86 · 456 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Where are you Sir? Why starest thou, what's thy haste? here's fellows swarm like flies to speak with you. What are they? Snakes I think Sir, for they come with stings in their mouths, and their tongues are turned to teeth to: They claw villainously, they have eat up your honest name, and honourable reputation by railing against you, and now they come to devour your possessions. In plainer Energy, what are they, speak? Mantichoras, monstrous beasts, enemies to mankind, that ha' double rows of teeth in their mouths. They are Usurers, they come yawning for money, & the Sheriff with them, is come to serve an extent upon you Land, and then cease on your body by force of execution, they ha' begirt the house round. So that the roof our Ancestors did build For their sons comfort, and their wives for Charity, I dare not to look out. Besides Sir, here's your poor children. Poor children they are indeed. Come with fire and water: tears in their eyes, and burning grief in their hearts, and desire to speak with you. Heap sorrow upon sorrow? Tell me, are My brothers gone to execution? For what I did, for every heinous sin, Sits on his soul by whom it did begin. And so did theirs by me. Tell me withal, My children carry moisture in their eyes, Whose speaking drops, say father, thus must we Ask our relief, or die with infamy, For you ha' made us beggars. Yet when thy tale has killed me to give my passage comfort from this stage, Say all was done by enforced marriage: My grave will then be welcome. What shall we do sir? Do as the devil does, hate panther-mankind, And yet I lie: for devils sinners love, When men hate men, though good like some above. Your wife's come in sir. Thou liest, I ha' not a wife. None can be called, True man and wife, but those whom heaven installed. Say, O my dear husband? You are very welcome, peace: we'll ha' complement. Who are you Gentlewoman. Sir your distressed wife, and these your children. Mine? Where, how begot: Prove me by certain instance that's divine, That I should call them lawful, or the mine. Were we not married sir? No, though we heard the words of Ceremony, But had hands knit as felons that wear fetters Forced upon them. For tell me woman, Did ere my Love with sighs entreat thee mine, Did ever I in willing conference, Speak words, made half with tears that I did love thee. Or was I ever But glad to see thee as all Lovers are. No, no, thou know'st I was not. O me. The more's the pity.
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Where are you Sir? Why starest thou, whats thy hast? Heeres felowes swarme like flies to speake with you. What are they? Snakes I thinke Sir, for they come with stinges in theyr mouths, and their tongues are turnd to teeth to: They claw Villanously, they haue eate vp your honest name, and honourable reputation by railing against you, and now they come to deuoure your possessions. In playner Euargy, what are they, speake? Mantichoras, monstrous beastes, enemies to mankinde, that ha double rowes of teeth in their mouthes. They are Vsurers, they come yawning for mony, & the Sheriffe with them, is come to serue an extent vppon you Lande, and then cease on your bodie by force of execution, they ha begirt the house round. So that the roofe our Auncestors did build For their sonnes comfort, and their wiues for Charity, I dare not to looke out. Besides Sir, heres your poore children. Poore children they are indeede. Come with fire and water: teares in their eies, and burning greefe in their harts, and desire to speake with you. Heape sorrow vpon sorrow? Tell me, are My brothers gone to execution? For what I did, for euery haynous sin, Sits on his soule by whom it did begin. And so did theirs by me. Tell me withall, My children carry moysture in their eyes, Whose speaking drops, say father, thus must we Aske our reliefe, or die with infamy, For you ha made vs beggers. Yet when thy tale has kild me to giue my passage comfort from this stage, Say all was done by inforst marriage: My graue will then be welcome. What shall we do sir? Do as the deuill dus, hate panther-mankind, And yet I lie: for deuils sinners loue, When men hate men, tho good like some aboue. Your wifes come in sir. Thou lyest, I ha not a wife. None can be cald, True man and wife, but those whom heauen instald. Say, O my deer husband? You are very welcome, peace: wele ha complement. Who are you Gentlewoman. Sir your distressed wife, and these your children. Mine? Where, how begot: Proue me by certaine instance thats deuine, That I should call them lawfull, or the mine. Were we not marryed sir? No, tho we heard the words of Ceremonie, But had hands knit as fellons that weare fetters Forsty vpon them. For tell me woman, Did ere my Loue with sighs intreat thee mine, Did euer I in willing conference, Speake words, made halfe with teares that I did loue thee. Or was I euer But glad to see thee as al Louers are. No, no, thou knowst I was not. O me. The mores the pitty.