Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 480 words
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How have I sworn. 'tis not the many oaths that makes the truth, But the plain single vow, that is vowed true: What is not holy, that we swear not by, But take the highest to witness: then pray you tell me. If I should swear by Jove's great attributes, I loved you dearly, would you believe my oaths, When I did love you ill? This has no holding To swear by him whom I protest to love That I will work against him. Therefore your oaths Are words and poor conditions, but unsealed At lest in my opinion. Change it, change it: Be not so holy cruel: Love is holy, And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts That you do charge men with: Stand no more off, But give thyself unto my sick desires, Who then recovers. Say thou art mine, and ever My love as it begins, shall so persever. I see that men make rope's in such a scar, That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that Ring. I'll lend it thee my dear; but have no power To give it from me. Will you not my Lord? It is an honour longing to our house, Bequeathed down from many Ancestors, Which were the greatest obloquy i' th' world, In me to lose. Mine Honours such a Ring, My chastities the jewel of our house, Bequeathed down from many Ancestors, Which were the greatest obloquy i' th' world, In me to lose. Thus your own proper wisdom Brings in the Champion honour on my part, Against your vain assault. here, take my Ring, My house, mine honour, yea my life be thine, And I'll be bid by thee. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber window: I'll order take, my mother shall not hear. Now will I charge you in the band of truth, When you have conquered my yet maiden-bed, Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me: My reasons are most strong, and you shall know them, When back again this Ring shall be delivered: And on your finger in the night, I'll put Another Ring, that what in time proceeds, May token to the future, our past deeds. Adieu till then, then fail not: you have won A wife of me, though there my hope be done. A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee. For which, live long to thank both heaven & me, You may so in the end. My mother told me just how he would woe, As if she sat in's heart. She says, all men Have the like oaths: He had sworn to marry me When his wife's dead: therefore I'll lie with him When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid, Marry that will, I live and die a Maid: Only in this disguise, I think't no sin, To cozen him that would unjustly win.
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How haue I ſworne. Tis not the many oathes that makes the truth, But the plaine ſingle vow, that is vow'd true: What is not holie, that we ſweare not by, But take the high'ſt to witneſſe: then pray you tell me. If I ſhould ſweare by Ioues great attributes, I lou'd you deerely, would you beleeue my oathes, When I did loue you ill? This ha's no holding To ſweare by him whom I proteſt to loue That I will worke againſt him. Therefore your oathes Are words and poore conditions, but vnſeal'd At leſt in my opinion. Change it, change it: Be not ſo holy cruell: Loue is holie, And my integritie ne're knew the crafts That you do charge men with: Stand no more off, But giue thy ſelfe vnto my ſicke deſires, Who then recouers. Say thou art mine, and euer My loue as it beginnes, ſhall ſo perſeuer. I ſee that men make rope's in ſuch a ſcarre, That wee'l forſake our ſelues. Giue me that Ring. Ile lend it thee my deere; but haue no power To giue it from me. Will you not my Lord? It is an honour longing to our houſe, Bequeathed downe from manie Anceſtors, Which were the greateſt obloquie i' th world, In me to looſe. Mine Honors ſuch a Ring, My chaſtities the Iewell of our houſe, Bequeathed downe from many Anceſtors, Which were the greateſt obloquie i' th world, In mee to looſe. Thus your owne proper wiſedome Brings in the Champion honor on my part, Againſt your vaine aſſault. Heere, take my Ring, My houſe, mine honor, yea my life be thine, And Ile be bid by thee. When midnight comes, knocke at my chamber window: Ile order take, my mother ſhall not heare. Now will I charge you in the band of truth, When you haue conquer'd my yet maiden-bed, Remaine there but an houre, nor ſpeake to mee: My reaſons are moſt ſtrong, and you ſhall know them, When backe againe this Ring ſhall be deliuer'd: And on your finger in the night, Ile put Another Ring, that what in time proceeds, May token to the future, our paſt deeds. Adieu till then, then faile not: you haue wonne A wife of me, though there my hope be done. A heauen on earth I haue won by wooing thee. For which, liue long to thank both heauen & me, You may ſo in the end. My mother told me iuſt how he would woo, As if ſhe ſate in's heart. She ſayes, all men Haue the like oathes: He had ſworne to marrie me When his wife's dead: therfore Ile lye with him When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are ſo braide, Marry that will, I liue and die a Maid: Onely in this diſguiſe, I think't no ſinne, To coſen him that would vniuſtly winne.