Marston, John / Machin, Lewis / Barkstead, William · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1607-1608; revised 1609-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels (?); Children of the King's Revels (?) · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 479 words
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An host of Angels be thy convey hence. To funeral with her body, and this Lords: None here I hope can tax us of injustice: She died deservedly, and may like fate, Attend all women so insatiate. I am amazed at this maze of wonder, Wherein no thread or clue presents itself, To wind us from the obscure passages, What says my Nephew? Still resolute my Lord, and doth confess the theft. we'll use him like a felon, cut him off: For fear he do pollute our sounder parts. Yet why should he steal, That is a loaden Vine? riches to him, Were adding sands into the Libyan shore, Or far less charity: what say the other prisoners? Like men my Lord, fit for the other world, They take't upon their death, they slew your Nephew. And he is yet alive, keep them asunder We may sent out the wile. My friend; is it the rigour of the law I should be tied thus hard, I'll undergo it: If not, prithee then slacken; yet I have deserved it, This murder lies heavy on my conscience. Wedlock, I here's my wedlock; O whore, whore, whore. O Sir be qualified. Sir: I am to die a dogs death, and will snarl a little At the old signor, you are only a Parenthesis, Which I will leave out of my execrations: but first To our quondam wives, that makes us cry our Vowels In red Capital letters, Jove are cuckolds, O may Bastard bearing with the pangs of childbirth, be Doubled to him: may they have ever twins And be three weeks in travel between, may they be, So Riveled with painting by that time they are thirty, that it May be held a work of condign merit But to look upon 'em, may they live, To ride in triumph in a Dung-cart And be crowned with all the odious ceremonies belonging too 't: May the cucking stool be their recreation, And a dungeon their dying chamber, May they have nine lives like a Cat, to endure this and more; May they be burnt for witches of a sudden, And lastly, may the opinion of Philosophers Prove true, that women have no souls. What husband? at your prayers so seriously? Yes: a few orisons; Friar, thou that stand'st between The souls of men and the devil, Keep these female spirits away, Or I will renounce my faith else. Oh husband, I little thought to see you in this taking. O whore, I little thought to see you in this taking, I am governor of this castle of cornets, My grave will be stumbled at, thou adulterate whore, I might have lived like a Merchant. So you may still husband. Peace, thou art very quick with me. I by my faith, and so I am husband, Belike you know I am with child.
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An host of Angels be thy conuey hence. To funerall with her body, and this Lords: None here I hope can taxe vs of iniustice: She died deseruedly, and may like fate, Attend all women so insatiate. I am amazed at this maze of wonder, Wherein no thred or clue presents it selfe, To winde vs from the obscure passages, What saies my Nephew? Still resolute my Lord, and doth confesse the theft. Wee'll vse him like a fellon, cut him off: For feare he doe pollute our sounder parts. Yet why should he steale, That is a loaden Vine? riches to him, Were adding sands into the Libian shore, Or farre lesse charitie: what say the other prisoners? Like men my Lord, fit for the other world, They tak't vpon their death, they slew your Nephew. And he is yet aliue, keepe them asunder We may sent out the wile. My friend; is it the rigour of the law I should be tied thus hard, Ile vndergoe it: If not, prethee then slacken; yet I haue deseru'd it, This murder lies heauie on my conscience. Wedlocke, I here's my wedlocke; O whore, whore, whore. O Sir be quallified. Sir: I am to die a dogges death, and will snarle a little At the old Segnior, you are onely a Parenthesis, Which I will leaue out of my execrations: but first To our quondam wiues, that makes vs cry our Vowels In red Capitall letters, Iov are cuckolds, O may Bastard bearing with the panges of childbirth, be Doubled to him: may they haue euer twins And be three weekes in trauell betweene, may they be, So Riuell'd with painting by that time they are thirty, that it May be held a worke of condigne merit But to looke vpon 'em, may they liue, To ride in triumph in a Dung-cart And be crown'd with al the odious ceremonies belonging too 't: May the cucking stoole be their recreation, And a dungeon their dying chamber, May they haue nine liues like a Cat, to endure this and more; May they be burnt for witches of a sudden, And lastly, may the opinion of Philosophers Proue true, that women haue no soules. What husband? at your prayers so seriously? Yes: a few orisons; Frier, thou that stand'st betweene The soules of men and the diuell, Keepe these female spirits away, Or I will renounce my faith else. Oh husband, I little thought to see you in this taking. O whore, I little thought to see you in this taking, I am gouernour of this castle of cornets, My graue will be stumbl'd at, thou adultrat whore, I might haue liu'd like a Marchant. So you may still husband. Peace, thou art verie quicke with me. I by my faith, and so I am husband, Belike you know I am with child.