A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 45 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
A worthy work, the better being done in the Founders ere, Not left unto succession. O my good Lord, I ever keep in mind an English Sentence, which my tutor is, and teaches me to act my Charity with mine own hands so doubtful is Performance, when the Benefactor's dead. What is't I prithee? This my good Lord, women are forgetful. Children unkind, Executors covetous, and take what they find, If any man ask where the deads' goods became, The Executor swears he died a poor man. You have prevented well, so has this good Alderman, I wish you many Scholars. You make some doubt of me in this Sir; Did you not say that women were forgetful, You have vexed her now Sir, how do you answer that? No my Lord, she's exempt from the proverb. No my Lord, I'll help it better, I do confess That women are forgetful, yet ne'er the less I am exempt, I know my fate, and find My dear husband must not leave me behind, But I must go before him, and 'tis said, The grave's good rest when women go first to bed. Thanks for thy excuse good wife, but not thy love To fill my grave before me, I would not live to see that day. Prithee no more, I had rather be angry than flattered. You have a wonder Master Sheriff, a priceless jewel. Many jewels my good Lord; a brother, wife, and child, For this I would have strove even with a father, ere rough stormes did in my browsappeare, Within my bosom it was always clear. I give him to you now Sir. I take him, and to him back do give, All that myself behind in state shall leave. And all that you gave me, I do bestow, So in one hour become full heir to two. I claim a third by this bonds virtue, See as a third father, thou art heir to those. I will not go to him father on any of these conditions. You shall have love to boot too, sweet Iane. Nay, and you play booty, I dare not trust you. What shall I say, except my hand and heart, Tied in a true-love's Knot, ne'er to part. I marry Sir, these are better conditions than the Inheritance of three fathers; let me have Love in Esse, let lands follow in Posse: Now I'll have thee as fast as the Priest Can dispatch us, let him read as fast as he can. The liveliest harmony that ere I heard; All instruments compared to these sweet tunes, Are dull and harsh; I joy to see so good a child. A woman wonder, brothers reconciled; You worthy Sir, did invite us to a feast, we'll not forget it, but will be your guest, Because we'll view these wonders o'er again, Whose records do deserve a brazen Pen, But this above the rest, in golden text, Shall be insculpt; A Woman never Vexed.
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A worthy work, the better being done in the Founders ere, Not left unto succession. O my good Lord, I ever keep in mind an English Sentence, which my tutor is, and teaches me to act my Charity mine full is Performance, when the Benefactor's dead. What is't I prethee? This my good Lord, women are forgetfull. Children unkind, Executors covetous, and take what they find, If any man aske where the deads goods became, The Executor sweares he dyed a poore man. You have prevented well, so has this good Alderman, I wish you many Schollers. You make some doubt of me in this Sir; Did you not say that women were forgetfull, You have vext her now Sir, how doe you answer that? No my Lord, she's exempt from the proverbe. No my Lord, I'l helpe it better, I doe confesse That women are forgetfull, yet ne'r the lesse I am exempt, I know my fate, and finde My deare husband must not leave me behind, But I must goe before him, and 'tis said, The grave's good rest when women goe first to bed. Thankes for thy excuse good wife, but not thy love To fill my grave before me, I would not live to see that day. Prethee no more, I had rather be angry than flatter'd. You have a wonder Master Sheriffe, a prizelesse jewell. Many jewels my good Lord; a brother, wife, and child, For this I would have strove even with a father, ere rough stormes did in my browsappeare, Within my bosome it was alwaies cleare. I give him to you now Sir. I take him, and to him backe doe give, All that my selfe behind in state shall leave. And all that you gave me, I doe bestow, So in one houre become full heire to two. I claime a third by this bonds vertue, See as a third father, thou art heire to those. I will not goe to him father on any of these conditions. You shall have love to boote too, sweet Iane. Nay, and y play booty, I dare not trust you. What shall I say, and , Ty'de in a True-loves Knot, ne'r to part. I marry Sir, these are better conditions than the Inheritance of three fathers; let me have Love in Esse, let lands follow in Posse: Now I'l have thee as fast as the Priest Can dispatch us, let him read as fast as he can. The liveliest harmony that ere I heard; All instruments compar'd to these sweet tunes, Are dull and harsh; I joy to see so good a childe. A woman wonder, brothers reconcil'd; You worthy Sir, did invite us to a feast, Wee'l not forget it, but will bee your guest, Because wee'l veiw these wonders o're agen, Whose records doe deserve a brazen Pen, But this above the rest, in golden text, Shall be insculpt; A Woman never Vext.