The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 46 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 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
he's a Divine, and this Divine did marry me, that's good, that's good, Master Scarborrow. I'll be with you straight Sir, I will obey him, If any thing doth happen that is Ill, Heaven bear me record 'tis against Butlers will. And this Divine did marry me, Whose tongue should be the key to open truth, As God's Ambassador. Deliver, deliver, deliver. Master Scarborrow. I'll be with you straight sir, Salvation to afflicted consciences, And not give torment to contented minds, Who should be lamps to comfort out our way, And not like Fire-drakes to lead men astray, ay, I'll be with you straight sir. Here's your wife and children sir? Give way then, I ha' my lesson perfect, leave us here. Yes I will go, but I will be so near, To hinder the mishap the which I fear. Now sir, you know this Gentlewoman? Kind mistress Scarborrow, Nay pray you keep your seat, for you shall hear, The same affliction you ha' taught me fear, Due to yourself. To me sir. To you sir, You matched me to this Gentlewoman. I know I did sir. And you will say she is my wife then. I ha' reason sir, because I married you. O that such tongues should ha' the time to lie, Who teach men how to live, and how to die, Did not you know my soul had given my faith, In contract to another, and yet you Would join this Loom unto unlawful twists. Sir. But sir, You that can see a Mote within my eye, And with a Cassock blind your own defects, I'll teach you this, 'tis better to do ill, That's never known to us, then of self will, And these all these in thy seducing eye, As scorning life make 'em be glad to die. Me Scarborrow. Here will I write, that they which marry wives, Unlawful live with strumpets all their lives. Here will I seal the children that are born, From wombs unconsecrate, even when their soul Has her infusion, it registers they are foul, And shrinks to dwell with them, and in my close, I'll show the world, that such abortive men, Knit hands without free tongues look red like them Stand you and you, to acts most Tragical, Heaven has dry eyes, when sin, makes sinners fall. Help master Scarborrow, Father. Husband. These for thy act should die, she for my Clare, Whose wounds stare thus upon me for revenge. These to be rid from misery, this from sin, And thou thyself shalt have a push amongst 'em, That made heavens word a packhorse to thy tongue. Cotest scripture to make evils shine like good, And as I send you thus with worms to dwell, Angels applaud it as a deed done well. Stay him, stay him. What will you do sir.
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Hees a Deuine, and this Deuine did marry mee, thats good, thats good, Maister Scarborrow. Ile be with you straight Sir, I wil obey him, If any thing doth happen that is Ill, Heauen beare me record tis against Butlers wil. And this Deuine did marry me, Whose tongue should be the key to open truth, As Gods Ambassador. Deliuer, deliuer, deliuer. Naister Scarborrow. Ile be with you straight sir, Saluation to afflicted consciences, And not giue torment to contented minds, Who should be lamps to comfort out our way, And not like Firedrakes to lead men astray, I, Ile be with you straight sir. Heres your wife and children sir? Giue way then, I ha my lesson perfit, leaue vs heere▪ Yes I wil go, but I will be so neere, To hinder the mishap the which I feare. Now sir, you know this Gentlewoman? Kind mistris Scarborrow, Nay pray you keepe your seat, for you shal heare, The same affliction you ha taught me feare, Due to your selfe. To me sir. To you sir, You matcht me to this Gentlewoman. I know I did sir. And you will say she is my wife then. I ha reason sir, because I married you. O that such tongues should ha the time to lie, Who teach men how to liue, and how to die, Did not you know my soule had giuen my faith, In contract to another, and yet you Would ioyn this Loome vnto vnlawful twists. Sir. But sir, You that can see a Mote within my eie, And with a Cassocke blind your owne defects, Ile teach you this, tis better to do ill, Thats neuer knowne to vs, then of selfe will, And these all these in thy seducing eye, As scorning life make em be glad to die. Me Scarborrow. Heere will I write, that they which marry wiues, Vnlawfull liue with strumpets al theyr liues. Here wil I seale the children that are born, From wombes vnconsecrate, euen when their soule Has her infusion, it registers they are foule, And shrinkes to dwell with them, and in my close, Ile shew the world, that such abortiue men, Knit hands without free tongues looke red like them Stand you and you, to acts most Tragicall, Heauen has dry eies, when sinne, makes sinners fall. Helpe maister Scarborrow, Father. Husband. These for thy act should die, she for my Clare, Whose wounds stare thus vpon me for reuenge. These to be rid from misery, this from sinne, And thou thy selfe shalt haue a push amongst em, That made heauens word a pack-horse to thy tongue. Cotest scripture to make euils shine like good, And as I send you thus with wormes to dwell, Angels applaud it as a deed done well. Stay him, stay him. What will you do sir.