Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 510 words
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Why sit my hairs upon my cursed head? Will not this poison scatter them? oh my brothers In execution among devils that stretch him: & make him give. And I in want, not able for to live. Nor to redeem him, Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell, Slavery and misery. Who in this case would not take up money upon his soul, pawn his salvation, live at interest: I that did ever in abundance dwell, for me to want, exceeds the throws of hell. What ail you father, are you not well, I cannot scourge my top as long as you stand so: you take up all the room with your wide legs, puh you cannot make me afeard with this, I fear no visards, nor bugbears. Up sir, for here thou hast no inheritance left. Oh what will you do father, I am your white boy. Thou shalt be my red boy, take that. Oh you hurt me father. My eldest beggar: thou shalt not live to ask an usurer bread, to cry at a great man's gate, or follow good your honour by a Couch, no, nor your brother 'tis charity to brain you. How shall I learn now my head's broke? Bleed bleed rather than beg beg? be not thy name's disgrace: Spurn thou thy fortune first if they be base: Come view thy second brother: fates, My children's blood shall spin into your faces, you shall see. How Confidently we scorn beggary? Sleep sweet babe sorrow makes thy mother sleep, It bodes small good when heaviness falls so deep, Hush pretty boy thy hopes might have been better, 'tis lost at Dice what ancient honour won, Hard when the father plays away the Son: Nothing but misery serves in this house. ruin and desolation oh Whore, give me that boy, Oh help, help, out alas, murder murder, Are you gossipping, prating sturdy quean, I'll break your clamour with your neck down stairs: Tumble, tumble, headlong, So, the surest way to charm a woman's tongue Is break her neck, a politician did it. Mother, mother, I am killed mother. Ha, whose's that cried oh me my children: both, both, both; bloody, bloody. Strumpet let go the boy, let go the beggar. Oh my sweet husband, Filth, harlot. Oh what will you do dear husband, give me the bastard, Your own sweet boy, There are too many beggars. Good my husband, Dost thou prevent me still? Oh god; Have at his heart Oh my dear boy, Brat thou shalt not live to shame thy house, Oh heaven And perish now begone, there's whores enough, and want would make thee one. Oh Sir what deeds are these? Base slave my vassal: comest thou between my fury to question me Were you the Devil I would hold you sir, Hold me? presumption, I'll undo thee for't, 'sblood you have undone us all sir, Tug at thy master, Tug at a Monster. Have I no power, shall my slave fetter me?
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Why sit my haires vpon my cursed head? Will not this poyson scatter them? oh my brothers In execution among deuells that stretch him: & make him giue. And I in want, not able for to lyue. Nor to redeeme him, Divines and dying men may talke of hell, But in my heart her seuerall torments dwell, Slauery and mysery. Who in this case would not take vp mony vpon his soule, pawn his saluation, liue at interest: I that did euer in aboundance dwell, for me to want, exceeds the throwes of hel. What aile you father, are you not well, I cannot scourge my top as long as you stand so: you take vp all the roome with your wide legs, puh you cannot make mee afeard with this, I feare no vizards, nor bugbeares. Vp sir, for heer thou hast no inheritance left. Oh what will you do father, I am your white boie. Thou shalt be my red boie, take that. Oh you hurt me father. My eldest beggar: thou shalt not liue to aske an vsurer bread, to crie at a great mans gate, or followe good your honour by a Couch, no, nor your brother harity to braine you. How shall I learne now my heads broke? Bleed bleed rather then beg beg? be not thy names disgrace: Spurne thou thy fortunes first if they be base: Come view thy second brother: fates, My childrens bloud shall spin into your faces, you shall see. How Confidently we scorne beggery? Sleep sweet babe sorrow makes thy mother sleep, It boades small good when heauines falls so deepe, Hush prettie boy thy hopes might haue been better, Tis lost at Dice what ancient honour won, Hard when the father plaies awaie the Sonne: No thing but misery serues in this house. ruine and desolation oh Whore, giue me that boy, Oh help, help, out alas, murder murder, Are you gossiping, prating sturdy queane, Ile breake your clamor with your neck down staires: Tumble, tumble, headlong, So, the surest waie to charme a womans tongue Is break hir neck, a pollitician did it. Mother, mother, I am kild mother. Ha, whose that cride oh me my children: both, both, both; bloudy, bloudy. Strumpet let go the boy, let go the beggar. Oh my sweet husband, Filth, harlot. Oh what will you doe deare husband, Gine me the bastard, Your owne sweet boy, There are too many beggars. Good my hus-band, Doest thou preuent me still? Oh god▪ Haue at his hart Oh my deare boy, Brat thou shalt not liue to shame thy howse, Oh heauen And perish now begon, Ther's whores enow, and want wold make thee one. Oh Sir what deeds are these? Base slaue my vassail: Comst thou between my fury to question me Were you the Deuil I would hold you sir, Hould me? presumption, Ile vndoe thee for't, Sbloud you haue vndone vs all sir, Tug at thy master, Tug at a Monster. Haue I no power, shall my slaue fetter me?