The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 45 of 47
Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
At which you promised both to God and men, Your life unto your spouse should like snow, That falls to comfort, not to overthrow, And love unto your issue should be like The dew of heaven, that hurts not though it strike, When heaven and men did witness and record 'twas an eternal oath, no idle word Heaven being pleased therewith, blessed you with children, And at heavens blessings, all good men rejoice. So that God's chair and footstool, heaven and earth Made offering at your nuptials as a knot To mind you of your vow, O break it not? 'tis very true. Now sir, from this your oath and band, faith's pledge, and seal of conscience you ha' run, Broken all contracts, and the forfeiture, justice hath now in suit against your soul, Angels are made the Jurors, who are witnesses Unto the oath you took, and God himself Maker of marriage, he that sealed the deed, As a firm lease unto you during life, Sirs now as judge of your transgression, The world informs against you with this voice, If such sins reign, what mortals can rejoice. What then ensues to me? A heavy doom, whose executions Now served upon your conscience, that ever You shall feel plagues whom time shall not dissever, As in a map your eyes see all your life, Bad words, worse deeds, false oaths, and all the injuries, You ha' done unto your soul, then comes your wife, Full of woes drops, and yet as full of pity, Who though she speaks not, yet her eyes are swords, That cut your heartstrings, and then your children. Oh, oho, oh. Who what they cannot say talk in their looks, You have made us up, but as misfortune's books, Whom other men may read in, when presently, Tasked by yourself, you are not like a Thief, Astonished being accused, but scorch with grief, ay, ay, I. Here stands your wives tears. Where? And you fry for them, here lie your children's wants. Here? For which you pine in conscience burn, And wish you had been better, or near borne. does all this happen to a wretch like me. Both this and worse, your soul eternally Shall live in torment, though the body die. I shall ha' need of drink then Butler, Nay all your sins are on your children laid, For the offences that the father made. Are they Sir. Be sure they are. Butler. Sir? Go fetch my wife and children hither. I will sir. I'll read a Letter to the Doct. too, he's a Divine? I he's a Divine. I see his mind is troubled, and have made bold with duty to read a Letter tending to his good, have made his Brother's friends: both which I will conceal till better temper: He sends me for his wife and children, shall I fetch 'em.
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At which you promised both to God and men, Your life vnto your spouse should like snow, That fals to comfort, not to ouerthrow, And loue vnto your yssue should be like The deaw of heauen, that hurts not tho it strike, When heauen and men did witnesse and record Twas an eternall oath, no idle word▪ Heauen being pleasd therewith, bleste you with children, And at heauens blessings, all good men reioyce. So that Gods chayre and footstoole, heauen and earth Made offering at your nuptials as a knot To minde you of your vow, O breake it not? Tis very true. Now sir, from this your oth and band, Faiths pledge, and seale of conscience you ha run, Broken all contracts, and the forfeiture, Iustice hath now in sute against your soule, Angels are made the Iurots, who are witnesses Vnto the oath you took, and God himselfe Maker of marriage, he that seald the deed, As a firme lease vnto you during life, Sirs now as iudge of your transgression, The world informes against you with this voyce, If such sinnes raigne, what mortals can reioyce. What then ensues to me? A heauy doome, whose executions Now serud vpon your conscience, that euer You shall feele plagues whom time shall not disseuer, As in a map your eyes see all your life, Bad words, worse deeds, falce oths, and al the iniuries, You ha done vnto your soule, then comes your wife, Full of woes drops, and yet as full of pitty, Who tho she speaks not, yet her eies are swords, That cut your hart-strings, and then your children. Oh, oho, oh. Who what they cannot say talke in their lookes, You haue made vs vp, but as misfortunes bookes, Whom other men may read in, when presently, Taskt by your selfe, you are not like a Theefe, Astonied being accus'd, but scorch with greefe, I, I, I. Heere stands your wiues tears. Where? And you fry for them, here lie your childrens wants. Heere? For which you pine in conscience burne, And wish you had bin better, or nere borne. Dus all this happen to a wretch like me. Both this and worse, your soule eternally Shall liue in torment, tho the body dy. I shall ha need of drinke then Butler, Nay all your sinnes are on your children laide, For the offences that the father made. Are they Sir. Besure they are. Butler. Sir? Go fetch my wife and children hether. I will sir. Ile read a Letter to the Doct. too, hees a Deuine? I hees a Deuine. I see his mind is troubled, and haue made bold with dutie to reade a Letter tending to his good, haue made his Brothers friendes: both which I will conceale til better temper: He sends me for his wife and children, shall I fetch em.