A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 44 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 0.85 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
And should dispersed be through all men's hands. Then would you keep't alone; for when your heir I first adopted was, charity was there: How errs your judgement then? seeing you see What was good in you, makes sin in me; You'll say my father did it, oh throw away That soul excuse; let not discretion stray So far aside; if custom lawful make, Than sin were lawful for example's sake; Nor were these wasted goods only your own, Since part was mine having adoption; Then do him right, my Lord, yet do no wrong, For where my duty failed my love was strong. With an impartial ear we have heard your Loving story, 'tis both fair and honest. O let me now anticipate your Grace, And casting off the shadow of a face, Show my hearts true figure, how have I strived To make this forced counterfeit long lived, And now it bursts; come into my heart, I have two jewels here shall never part From my love's eye watch, two worthy to be filled, On times best record; a woman and a child, Now Sir, to you I come, we must be friends, Though envy wills not so, yet love contends 'gainst envy and her forces; my young years Say I must offer first, a peace in tears. O let my shame my bosom's centre break! Love is so young it coys, but cannot speak. You bless mine eyes with objects that become The theater of Kings to look upon. The keeper is discharged Sir, your debts are paid, And from the prison youare a new free man made: There's not a Creditor can ask you aught, As your son did form, so have I bought Your liberty with mine, and to increase it more, Because I know bare liberty is poor Without assistance: to raise your state again, The thirds of mine are yours, say you Amen. No, not to that, you are kind brothers now, Divide by halves that love, and I'll allow. Thou art only wise in virtue, as thou setst down, So let it be, half my estate's your own. It whole redounds again, for I am yours; Forget this minute my forgetful hours. O, they are buried all Sir. This union's good, such league should ever be in brotherhood. Yet without boast, my Liege, let me relate One small thing more, remorse of my own state, And my dear brother's worse succession; For that we both have prisoners been in one selfsame place of woe, and felt those throws That Ludgate yields; my charity bestows Some alms of comfort: Keeper you can speak it. And many hundreds more Sir, you have re-edified And built it fair, adding more ground to it, And by pipes of lead from Paddington, drawn Water thither, free for all prisoners, lodgings Likewise free, and a hundred pounds yearly, to make Them fues for better comfort: all this is almost finished:
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And should dispersed be through all mens hands. Then would you keep't alone; for when your heire I first adopted was, charity was there: How er'rs your judgement then? seeing you see What was good in you, makes sin in mee; You'l say my father did it, oh throw away That soule excuse; let not discretion stray So farre a side; if custome lawfull make, Then sin were lawfull for example sake; Nor were these wasted goods only your owne, Since part was mine having adoption; Then doe him right, my Lord, yet doe no wrong, For where my duty fai'ld my love was strong. With an impartiall eare we have heard your Loving story, 'tis both fayre and honest. O let me now anticipate your Grace, And casting off the shadow of a face, Shew my hearts true figure, how have I striv'd To make this forc't counterfeit long liu'd, And now it bursts; comeinto my heart, I have two iewells here shall never part From my loves eye watch, two worthy to be fil'd, On times best record; a woman and a child, Now Sir, to you I come, we must be friends, Though envie wils not so, yet love contends Gainst envy and her forces; my young yeares Say I must offer first, a peace in teares. O let my shame my bosomes center breake! Love is to young it coyes, but cannot speake. You blesse mine eyes with objects that become The theater of Kings to looke upon. The keeper is discharg'd Sir, your debts are paid, And from the prison yare a new free man made: Theres not a Creditor can aske you onght, As your sonne did forme, so have I bought Your liberty with mine, and to encrease it more, Because I know bare liberty is poore Without assistance: to raise your state agen, The thirds of mine are yours, say you Amen. No, not to that, you are kind brothers now, Divide by halfes that love, and I'l allow. Thou art onely wise in vertue, as thou setst downe, So let it be, halfe my estate's your owne. It whole redownes agen, for I am yours; Forget this minute my forgetfull houres. O, they are buried all Sir. This union's good, such league should ever be in brotherhood. Yet without boast, my Leige, let me relate One small thing more, remorse of my owne state, And my deare brothers worse succession; For that we both have prisoners been in one Selfe-same place of woe, and felt those throwes That Ludgate yeelds; my charity bestowes Some almes of comfort: Keeper you can speake it. And many hundreds more Sir, you have reedified And built it faire, adding more ground to it, And by pipes of lead from Paddingtun, drawne Water thither, free for all prisoners, lodgings Likewise free, and a hundred pounds yearely, to make Them fues for better comfort: all this is almost finisht: