The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 47 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 0.83 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Make fat worms of stinking carcases, What hast thou to do with it? Look who are here sir. Injurious villain that prevent'st me still. They are your brothers and alliance Sir. They are like full ordinance then, who once discharged, afar off give a warning to my soul, That I had done them wrong. Kinsman. Brother. Husband. Father. Hark how their words like Bullets shoot me thorough And tell me I have undone 'em, this side might say. We are in want, and you are the cause of it, This points at me, yore shame unto your house, This tongue says nothing, but her looks do tell, she's married but as those that live in hell: Whereby all eyes are but misfortunes pipe, Filled full of woe by me, this feels the stripe. Yet look Sir, here's your Brother's hand in hand, whom I ha' knit so. And look Sir here's my husband's hand in mine, And I rejoice in him, and he in me. I say coz what is past, the way to bliss, For they know best to mend, that know amiss, we kneel, forget, and say if you but love us, You gave us grief for future happiness. What all this to my Conscience? Ease, promise of succeeding joy to you, Read but this Letter. Which tells you that your Lord & Guardians dead. Which tells you that he knew he did you wrong, Was grieved for't, and for satisfaction Hath given you double of the wealth you had. Increased our portions. Given me a dowry too. And that he knew, Your sin was his, the punishment his due. All this is here, Is heaven so gracious to sinners then? Heaven is, and has his gracious eyes, To give men life not like entrapping spies. Your hand, yours, yours, to you my soul, to you a kiss, Introth I am sorry I ha' strayed amiss, To whom shall I be thankful. All silent: None speak: whist: why then to God, That gives men comfort as he gives his rod, Your portions I'll see paid, and I will love you, You three I'll live withal, my soul shall love you, You are an honest servant, sooth you are, To whom, I these and all must pay amends, But you I will admonish in cool terms, Let not promotions hope, be as a string, To tie your tongue, or let lose it to sting. From hence it shall not Sir. Then husbands thus shall nourish with their wives. As thou and I will wench. Brothers in brotherly love thus link together, Children and servants pay their duty thus. And all are pleased. We are. Then if all these be so, I am new wed so ends old marriage woe, And in your eyes so lovingly being wed, We hope your hands will bring us to our bed.
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Make fat wormes of stinking carkasses, What hast thou to do with it? Looke who are here sir. Iniurious villen that preuentst me still. They are your brothers and allyance Sir. They are like full ordinance then, who once dischargd, A farre off giue a warning to my soule, That I had done them wrong. Kinsman. Brother. Husband. Father. Harke how their words like Bullets shoot me thorow And tel mee I haue vndone em, this side might say. We are in want, and you are the cause of it, This points at me, yre shame vnto your house, This tung saies nothing, but her lookes do tell, Shees married but as those that liue in hel: Whereby all eies are but misfortunes pipe, Fild full of wo by me, this feeles the stripe. Yet looke Sir, Heeres your Brothers hand in hand, whom I ha knit so. And looke Sir heeres my husbands hand in mine, And I reioyce in him, and he in me. I say Cose what is past, the way to blisse, For they know best to mend, that know amisse, Wee kneele, forget, and say if you but loue vs, You gaue vs greefe for future happines. What al this to my Conscience? Ease▪ promse of succeeding ioy to you, Read but this Letter. Which tels you that your Lord & Guardians dead. Which tels you that he knew he did you wrong, Was greeud fort, and for satisfaction Hath giuen you double of the wealth you had. Increast our portions. Giuen me a dowry too. And that he knew, Your sinne was his, the punishment his due. All this is heere, Is heauen so gracious to sinners then? Heauen is, and has his gracious eies, To giue men life not like intrapping spies. Your hand, yours, yours, to you my soule, to you a kisse, Introth I am sorry I ha straid amisse, To whom shall I be thankefull. All silent: None speake: whist: why then to God, That giues men comfort as he giues his rod, Your portions Ile see paid, and I will loue you, You three Ile liue withall, my soule shall loue you, You are an honest seruant, sooth you are, To whom, I these and all must pay amends, But you I will admonish in coole tearmes, Let not promotions hope, be as a string, To tie your tongue, or let loose it to sting. From hence it shall not Sir. Then husbands thus shal norish with their wiues. As thou and I will wench. Brothers in brotherly loue thus link together, Children and seruants pay their duty thus. And all are pleas'd. We are. Then if all these bee so, I am new wed so ends old marryage woe, And in your eies so louingly being wed, We hope your hands will bring vs to our bed.