Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 497 words
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Come back I say Sir Abraham. Intrant Templum 'tis such a forward child. My passion and my cause of grief's so great, That it hath drowned all worthy parts in me: As drink makes Virtues useless in a man, And with too much, kills natural heat in him, Or else I could not stand thus coldly tame, and see them enter; but with my drawn sword Should hail her by the hair unto the Altar, and Sacrifice her heart to wronged love. On my life 'tis so. Worthy friend, I am exceeding sorry to see this, But cannot help it. I'll follow, and unfold all in the Church: Alas, to what end, since her mind is changed, Had she been loyal, all the earthly Lords Could not have borne her; so, what heinous sin Hath she committed, God should leave her then: I never dreamed of lying with my Mother, Nor wished my Father's death, nor hated Brothers; Nor did betray Trust, nor loved money better Than an accepted friend; No such base thought, Nor act unnatural, possessed this breast: Why am I thus rewarded women, women? he's mad by Heaven, that thinks you any thing But sensual Monsters, and is never wife Nor good, but when he hates you, as I now, I'll not come near one, none of your base sex Shall know me from this time, for all your Virtues are like the Buzzes, growing in the fields, So Weakly fastened te'e, by Nature's hand, That thus much wind blows all away at once, Ye fillers of the world with Bastardy, Worse than Diseases you are subject too, Know I do hate you all, will write against you, and fight against you; I will eat no meat Dressed by a woman old or young, nor sleep Upon a bed, made by their still given hands; Yet once more must I see this Feminine Devil, When I will look her dead, speak her to hell; I'll watch my time, this day to do't, and then I'll be in love with death, and readier still His mortal stroke to take, than he to kill. Sweet is the love purchased with difficulty. Then this Cross accident doth relish ours. I rather think ours happier my fair Kate, Where all is smooth, and no rub checks our course. Are ye married? Yes. The Devil dance at your wedding: but for you I have something else to say, let me see, here are reasonable store of people, know all my beloved Brethren, (I speak it in the face of the Congregation) this woman I have lain with oftener. How? Before God, you are a wicked fellow to speak on't in this manner, if you have. lain with her. Yes, Good-morrow, God give ye joy. I am speechless with my anger, follow him, If it be true, let her be proved a Whore; If false, he shall abide the slander dearly. Follow that list, I will not meddle with him.
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Come back I say Sir Abraham. Intrant Templum Tis such a forward child. My passion and my cause of griefe's so great, That it hath drownd all worthy parts in me: As drinke makes Vertues vselesse in a man, And with too much, kils naturall heat in him, Or else I could not stand thus coldly tame, and see them enter; but with my drawne sword Should haile her by the haire vnto the Altar, and Sacrifice her heart to wronged loue. On my life tis so. Worthy friend, I am exceeding sorrie to see this, But cannot helpe it. Ile follow, and vnfold all in the Church: Alas, to what end, since her minde is chang'd, Had she bin loyall, all the earthly Lords Could not haue borne her; so, what hainous sinne Hath she committed, God should leaue her then: I neuer dreamt of lying with my Mother, Nor wisht my Fathers death, nor hated Brothers; Nor did betray Trust, nor lou'd money better Then an accepted friend; No such base thought, Nor act vnnaturall, possest this breast: Why am I thus rewarded women, women? Hee's mad by Heauen, that thinkes you any thing But sensuall Monsters, and is neuer wife Nor good, but when he hates you, as I now, Ile not come neere one, none of your base sex Shall know me from this time, for all your Vertues are like the Buzzes, growing in the fields, So Weakely fastned te'e, by Natures hand, That thus much winde blowes all away at once, Ye fillers of the world with Bastardy, Worse then Diseases you are subiect too, Know I do hate you all, will write against you, and fight against you; I will eate no meate Drest by a woman old or young, nor sleepe Vpon a bed, made by their still giuen hands; Yet once more must I see this Foeminine Diuell, When I will looke her dead, speake her to hell; Ile watch my time, this day to doo't, and then Ile be in loue with death, and readier still His mortall stroke to take, then he to kill. Sweet is the loue purchast with difficulty. Then this Crosse accident doth rellish ours. I rather thinke ours happier my faire Kate, Where all is smooth, and no rub checkes our course. Are ye married? Yes. The Deuill dance at your wedding: but for you I haue something else to say, let me see, heere are reasonable store of people, know all my beloued Brethren, (I speak it in the face of the Congregation) this woman I haue lyen with oftener. How? Before God, you are a wicked fellow to speak on't in this manner, if you haue. Lyen with her. Yes, Good-morrow, God giue ye ioy. I am speechlesse with my anger, follow him, If it be true, let her be prou'd a Whore; If false, he shall abide the slander deerely. Follow that list, I will not meddle with him.