A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 41 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin typicality 0.84 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
No, keep it, he perhaps, that money stole From me, to give it thee, for which to vex thy Soul, I'll turn him forth of doors, make him Thy heir, of Jails, miseries, curses, and despair; For here I disinherit him of all. No matter, lands to him in heaven will fall. Husband. other. Dear Uncle. And damn'd, the devils thumbs stop thine ears. I'll make thee wash those curses off with tears. Keeper, away with him out of my sight, And do Sir, as I charged you. Yes Sir; I will. Poor tyranny; when Lions weak Lambs kill. How now wife, art vexed yet? Never so well content, believe me Sir; Your mildness wears this mask of cruelty well. I'm glad theyare gone, mine eyes with rain did swell, And much ado they had from pouring down: The Keeper knows my mind, Wife I have paid My brother's debts; and when he's out of door: To march to Newgate, he shall be set free. O let me kiss thee for this charity; But for your cousin Sir. He's my lives best health, The Boy shall not miscarry for more wealth Than London Gates look safe up every night, My breath in black clouds flies, my thoughts Are white. Why from Ludgate do you remove prisoners? This is my meaning wife; I'll take the prison down and build it new, With Leads to walk on, Rooms large and fair: For when myself lay there, the noisome air, Choked up my spirits, and none better know, What prisoners feel, than they that taste the woe. The workmen are appointed for the business, I will ha''t dispatched before 'tis thought on. In good deeds I will walk hand in hand with you, There is a fair tenement, adjoining close to the Gate That was my fathers, I'll give it freely, take it down, And add so much ground to the work. 'Tis fairly given. Thy soul on prisoners prayers shall mount to heaven: The plumbers and the Workmen have surveyed the ground From Paddington; from whence I'll have laid pipes Long to London to convey sweet water into Ludgate; From fresh Springs: when charity tunes thee, pipe the Poor man sings. How now Keeper. The prisoners are removed Sir. What did you with my brother? As you commanded Sir, I have discharged him. How did he meet that unexpected kindness? Troth Sir, as a man overcome twixt grief and gladness, But turning to his son, he fetched a sigh So violent, as if his heart would break, And silent, wept, having no power to speak. 'Las good old man, some sweet bird must sing, And give his sorrows present comforting. Not yet, I'll wrack his sorrows to the height, And of themselves they'll then sink softly down; Keeper, go thou again after my brother, Charge in my name him and his son to appear Before the King, to whom I will make known Their wrongs against me; showing just cause To disinherit both by course of law. Be gone.
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No, keepe it, he perhaps, that money stole From me, to give it thee, for which to vex thy Soule, turne him forth of doores, make him Thy he, of Iayes, miseries, curses, and dispaire; For here I dherit him of all. No matter, lands to him in heaven will fall. Husband. other. Deare Vncle. And , the dive thumbs stop thine eares. I'l make thee wash those curses off with teares. Keeper, away with him out of my sight, And doe Sir, as I charg'd you. Yes Sir; I will. Poore tyranny; when Lions weake Lambs kill. How now wife, art vext yet? Never so well content, beleeve me Sir; Your mildnesse weares this maske of cruelty well. I'm glad th'are gone, mine eyes with raine did swell, And much adoe they had from powring downe: The Keeper knows my minde, Wife I have paid My brothers debts; and when he's out of doore: To march to Newgate, he shall be set free. O let me kisse thee for this charity; But for your Cozin Sir. He's my lives best health, The Boy shall not miscarry for more wealth Than London Gates looke safe up every night, My breath in blacke clouds flyes, my thoughts Are white. Why from Ludgate doe you remove prisoners? This is my meaning wife; I'l take the prison downe and build it new, With Leads to walke on, Roomes large and faire: For when my selfe lay there, the noysome ayre, Choaktup my spirits, and none better know, What prisoners feele, than they that taste the woe. The workmen are appointed for the businesse, I will ha't dispatcht before 'tis thought on. In good deeds I will walke hand in hand with you, There is a faire tenement, adjoyning close to the Gate That was my fathers, I'l give it freely, take it downe, And adde so much ground to the worke. 'Tis fairely given. Thy soule on prisoners prayers shall mount to heaven: The Plummers and the Workemen have survey'd the ground From Paddington; from whence I'l have laid pipes Long to London to convey sweet water into Ludgate; From fresh Springs: when charity tunes the, pipe the Poore man sings. How now Keeper. The prisoners are remov'd Sir. What did you with my brother? As you commanded Sir, I have discharged him. How did he meet that unexpected kindnesse? Troth Sir, as a man or'ecome 'twixt griefe and gladnes, But turning to his sonne, he fetcht a sigh So violent, as if his heart would breake, And silent, wept, having no power to speake. 'Las good old man, some sweet bird must sing, And give his sorrowes present comforting. Not yet, I'l wracke his sorrowes to the height, And of themselves they'l then sinke softly downe; Keeper, goe thou agen after my brother, Charge in my name him and his sonne to appeare Before the King, to whom I will make knowne Their wrongs against me; shewing just cause To disinherit both by course of law. Be gone.