The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 43 of 47
Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
'sfoot when you hate, 'tis but a threadbare coat, Aud there tis for you: know that I scorne To wear his Livery is so worthy borne, And live so base a life, old as I am, I'll rather be a beggar than your man, And there's your service for you. Away, out of my door: Away. So, now your Champions gone, Minx thou hadst better ha' gone quick unto thy grave. O me, that am no cause of it. Then have suborned that slave to lift his hands against me. O me, what shall become of me? I'll teach you tricks for this, ha' you a companion. My heart not suffer me to leave my honest Mistress and her pretty children. I'll mark thee for a strumpet, and thy Bastards. What will you do to them Sir. The Devil in thy shape come back again. No, but an honest servant Sir will take this coat, And wear it with this sword to safeguard these, And pity them, and I am woe for you, But will not suffer The husband Viperlike to pray on them. That love her, and have cherished him as these, As they have you. Slave. I will not humour you, Fight with you, and lose my life or these Shall taste your wrong whom you are bound to love. Out of my doors slave. I will not, but will stay and wear this coat, And do you service whether you will or no. I'll wear this sword to, and be Champion, To fight for her in spite of any man. You shall. You shall be my master Sir. No, I desire it not, I'll pay you duty even upon my knee, But lose my life, ere these oppressed I'll see. Yes goodman slave, you shall be master, Lie with my wife, and get more Bastards, do, do, do. O me. Turns the world upside down, that men o'erbear their Masters, It does, it does. For even as Iudas sold his Master Christ, Men buy and sell their wives at highest price, What will you give me? what will you give me? what will you give me? O, Mistress, My soul weeps, though mine eyes be dry, To see his fall and your adversity, Some means I have left, which I'll relieve you with, Into your chamber, and if comfort be a kin To such great grief, comfort your children. I thank thee Butler, heaven when he please, Send death unto the troubled a blessed ease. Introth I know not if it be good or ill, That with this endless toil I labour thus, 'tis but the old times Ancient conscience That would do no man hurt, that makes me do't, If it be sin that I do pity these, If it be sin I have relieved his Brothers, Have played the thief with them to get their food, And made a luckless marriage for his Sister, Intended for her good, heaven pardon me. But if so, I am sure they are greater sinners, That made this match, and were unhappy men, For they caused all, and may heaven pardon them.
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Sfut when you hate, tis but a thred-bare coat, Aud there tis for you: know that I scorne To weare his Liuery is so worthy borne, And liue so base a life, old as I am, Ile rather be a begger then your man, And theres your seruice for you. Away, out of my doore: Away. So, now your Champions gone, Minx thou hadst better ha gone quick vnto thy graue. O me, that am no cause of it. Then haue subornd that slaue to lift his hands against me. O me, what shall become of me? Ile teach you tricks for this, ha you a companion. My hart not suffer me to leaue my honest Mistris and hir pretty children. Ile marke thee for a strumpet, and thy Bastards. What will you do to them Sir. The Deuill in thy shape come backe againe. No, but an honest seruant Sir wil take this cote, And weare it with this sword to sauegard these, And pitty them, and I am wo for you, But will not suffer The husband Viper-like to pray on them. That loue her, and haue cherisht him as these, As they haue you. Slaue. I will not humour you, Fight with you, and loose my life or these Shal tast your wrong whom you are bound to loue. Out of my doores slaue. I will not, but wil stay and weare this coat, And do you seruice whether you will or no. Ile weare this sword to, and be Champion, To fight for her in spight of any man. You shall. You shall be my maister Sir. No, I desire it not, Ile pay you duty euen vpon my knee, But loose my life, ere these opprest Ile see. Yes goodman slaue, you shal be master, Lie with my wife, and get more Bastards, do, do, do. O me. Turnes the world vpside downe, that men orebeare theyr Maisters, It dus, it dus. For euen as Iudas sold his Maister Christ, Men buy and sell their wiues at highest price, What wil you giue me? what wil you giue me? what wil you giue me? O, Mistris, My soule weeps, tho mine eyes be dry, To see his fall and your aduersity, Some meanes I haue left, which Ile releeue you with, Into your chamber, and if comfort be a kin To such great greefe, comfort your children. I thanke thee Butler, heauen when he please, Send death vnto the troubled a blest ease. Introth I know not if it be good or ill, That with this endlesse toyle I labour thus, Tis but the old times Ancient conscience That would do no man hurt, that makes me doot, If it be sinne that I do pitty these, If it be sinne I haue releeued his Brothers, Haue plaid the theefe with them to get their food, And made a lucklesse marriage for his Sister, Intended for her good, heauen pardon me. But if so, I am sure they are greater sinners, That made this match, and were vnhappy men, For they caus'd all, and may heauen pardon them.