The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business) · chunk 7 of 45
Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1621] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 481 words
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Why sir? By no means: no more words; Nor the woman with marrowbone puddings. I have heard Strange juggling tricks have been conveyed to a woman In a pudding: you are apprehensive? Oh good sir, I have traveled. When you had a Bastard, you traveled indeed: But my precious chaperones, I trust thee the better for that; for I have heard, There is no warier Keeper of a Park, To prevent Stalkers, or your Night-walkers, Than such a man, as in his youth has been A most notorious deer-stealer. Very well sir, You may use me at your pleasure. By no means Winifrid, that were the way To make thee travel again: Come be not angry, I do but jest, thou knowest, wit and a woman, Are two very frail things, and so I leave you. I could weep with you, but 'tis no matter, I can do that at any time, I have now A greater mind to rail a little: Plague of these Unsanctified Matches; they make us loath The most natural desire our grandam Eue ever left us. Force one to marry against their will; why 'tis A more ungodly work, then enclosing the Commons. Prithee peace; This is indeed an argument so common, I cannot think of matter new enough, To express it bad enough, here's one I hope will put you out of't. How now sweet Mistress? You have made sorrow look lovely of late, You have wept. She has done nothing else these three days; had you stood behind the Arras, to have heard her shed so much salt water as I have done, you would have thought she had been turned Fountain. I would fain know the cause can be worthy this Thy sorrow. Reach me the Caskanet, I am studying Sir, To take an Inventory of all that's mine. What to do with it Lady? To make you a Deed of gift. That's done already; you are all mine. Yes, but the Devil would fain put in for's share, In likeness of a Separation. Oh sir, I am bewitched. Ha? Most certain, I am forespoken, To be married to another: can you ever think That I shall ever thrive in't? Am I not then bewitched? All comfort I can teach myself is this, There is a time left for me to die nobly, When I cannot live so? Give me in a word, to whom, or by whose means Are you thus torn from me? By Lord Ercole, my Mother, and by Brother. I'll make his bravery fitter for a grave, Then for a wedding. So you will beget A far more dangerous and strange disease Out of the cure; you must love him again For my sake: for the noble Ercole Had such a true compassion of my sorrow. Hark in your ear, He show you his right worthy Demeanour to me.
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Why sir? By no meanes: no more words; Nor the woman with Maribone puddings. I haue heard Strange iugling tricks haue been conueyd to a woman In a pudding: you are apprehensiue? Oh good sir, I haue traueld. When you had a Bastard, you traueld indeed: But my precious Chaperoones, I trust thee the better for that; for I haue heard, There is no warier Keeper of a Parke, To preuent Stalkers, or your Night-walkers, Then such a man, as in his youth has been A most notorious Deare-stealer. Very well sir, You may vse me at your pleasure. By no meanes Winifrid, that were the way To make thee trauell agen: Come be not angry, I doe but iest, thou knowest, wit and a woman, Are two very fraile things, and so I leaue you. I could weepe with you, but tis no matter, I can doe that at any time, I haue now A greater mind to rayle a little: Plague of these Vnsanctified Matches; they make vs lothe The most naturall desire our grandame Eue euer left vs. Force one to marry against their will; why 'tis A more vngodly worke, then inclosing the Commons. Prethee peace; This is indeed an argument so common, I cannot thinke of matter new ynough, To expresse it bad enough, Heere's one I hope will put you out of't. How now sweet Mistris? You haue made sorrow looke louely of late, You haue wept. She has done nothing else these three dayes; had you stood behinde the Arras, to haue heard her shed so much salt water as I haue done, you would haue thought she had been turn'd Fountaine. I would faine know the cause can be worthy this Thy sorrow. Reach me the Caskanet, I am studying Sir, To take an Inuentory of all that's mine. What to doe with it Lady? To make you a Deed of gift. That's done already; you are all mine. Yes, but the Deuil would faine put in for's share, In likenesse of a Separation. Oh sir, I am bewitcht. Ha? Most certaine, I am forespoken, To be married to another: can you euer thinke That I shall euer thriue in't? Am I not then bewitcht? All comfort I can teach my selfe is this, There is a time left for me to dye nobly, When I cannot liue so? Giue me in a word, to whom, or by whose meanes Are you thus torne from me? By Lord Ercole, my Mother, and by Brother. Ile make his brauery fitter for a graue, Then for a wedding. So you will beget A farre more dangerous and strange disease Out of the cure; you must loue him agen For my sake: for the noble Ercole Had such a true compassion of my sorrow. Harke in your eare, He shew you his right worthy Demeanour to me.