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A15352
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The miseries of inforst mariage As it is now playd by his Maiesties Seruants. By George Wilkins.
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Wilkins, George, fl. 1607.
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1607
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STC 25635; ESTC S119995
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murther one another O do but harken When dus the Sunne and Moone borne in one frame Contend but they breed Earthquakes in mens harts When any starre prodigiously appeares Tels it not fall of kings or fatall yeares And then if Brothers fight what may men thinke Sinne growes so high t is time the world should sinke scar. My hart growes coole againe I wish it not Tho. Stop not my fury or by my life I sweare I will reueale the robbery we ha done And take reuenge on thee That hinders me to take reuenge on him Io. I yeild to that but neare consent to this I shall then die as mine owne sinne affords Fall by the law not by my Brothers swords Tho. Then by that light that guids me here I vow I le straight to Sir Iohn Harcop and make knowne We were the two that robd him Io. Prethy do Tho. Sin has his shame and thou shalt ha thy due Exit Io. Thus haue I shewne the nature of a Brother Tho you haue prou'd vnnaturall to me Hee s gone in heate to publish out the theft Which want and your vnkindnes forest vs to If now I die that death and publicke shame Is a Corsiue to your soule blot to your name Exit scar. O t is too true there 's not a thought I thinke But must pertake thy greefes and drinke A rellish of thy sorrow and misfortune With waight of others teares I am ore borne That scarse am Atlas to hold vp mine owne And al to good for me A happy Creature In my Cradle and haue made my selfe The common curse of mankind by my life Vndone my Brothers made them theeues for bread And begot pretty children to liue beggers O Conscience how thou are stung to thinke vpon t My Brothers vnto shame must yeeld their blood My Babes at others stirrops beg their food Or else turne theeues to and be choakt for t Die a Dogs death be percht vpon a tree Hang betwixt heauen and earth as fit for neither The curse of heauen that 's due to reprobates Discends vpon my Brothers and my children And I am parent to it I I am parent to it Enter Butler But. Where are you Sir Scar. Why starest thou what 's thy hast But. Heere 's felowes swarme like flies to speake with you Scar. What are they But. Snakes I thinke Sir for they come with stinges in theyr mouths and their tongues are turnd to teeth to They claw Villanously they haue eate vp your honest name and honourable reputation by railing against you and now they come to deuoure your possessions Scar. In playner Enargy what are they speake But. Mantichoras monstrous beastes enemies to mankinde that ha double rowes of teeth in their mouthes They are Vsurers they come yawning for mony the Sheriffe with them is come to serue an extent vppon you Lande and then cease on your bodie by force of execution they ha begirt the house round Scar. So that the roofe our Auncestors did build For their sonnes comfort and their wiues for Charity I dare not to looke out But. Besides Sir here 's your poore children scar. Poore children they are indeede But. Come with fire and water teares in their eies and burning greefe in their harts and desire to speake with you scar. Heape sorrow vpon sorrow Tell me are My brothers gone to execution For what I did for euery haynous sin Sits on his soule by whom it did begin And so did theirs by me Tell me withall My children carry moysture in their eyes Whose speaking drops say father thus must we Aske our reliefe or die with infamy For you ha made vs beggers Yet when thy tale has kild me to giue my passage comfort from this stage Say all was done by inforst marriage My graue will then be welcome But. What shall we do sir scar. Do as the deuill dus hate panther-mankind And yet I lie for deuils sinners loue When men hate men tho good like some aboue Enter Scarborrowes wife Katherine with two Children But. Your wife 's come in sir Sca. Thou lyest I ha not a wife None can be cald True man and wife but those whom heauen instald Say Kath. O my deer husband Sca. You are very welcome peace we le ha complement Who are you Gentlewoman Kat. Sir your distressed wife and these your children Sca. Mine Where how begot Proue me by certaine instance that 's deuine That I should call them lawfull or the mine Kat. Were we not marryed sir Sca. No tho we heard the words of Ceremonie But had hands knit as fellons that weare fetters Forst vpon them For tell me woman Did ere my Loue with sighs intreat thee mine Did euer I in willing conference Speake words made halfe with teares that I did loue thee Or was I euer But glad to see thee as al Louers are No no thou knowst I was not Ka. O me But. The more 's the pitty Scar. But when I came to Church I did there stand All water whose forest breach had drownd my Land Are you my wife or these my children Why t is impossible for like the skies Without the sunnes light so looke al your eies Darke Clowdy thicke and ful of heauines Within my Country there was hope to see Me and my yssue to be like our fathers Vpholders of our Country al our life Which should ha bin if I had wed a wife Where now As dropping leaues in Autume you looke al And I that should vphold you like to fal Ka. T was nor shal be my fault Heauen bear me witnes Sca. Thou lyest stumpet thou lyest Bu. O Sir Scar. Peace sawcie Iacke strumpet I say thou lyest For wife of mine thou art not and these thy Basterds Whom I begot of thee with this vnrest That Bastards borne are borne not to be Blest Ka. One me poure al your wrath but not on them Scar. On thee and them for t is the end of lust To scourge it selfe heauen lingring to be iust Harlot Ka. Husband Scar. Bastardes Child Father But. What hart not pitties this Scar. Euen in your Cradle you were accurst of heauen Thou an Adulteresse in thy married armes And they that made the match bawds to thy lust I now you hang the heade shouldst ha done so before Then these had not bin Bastards thou a whore Bue. I cannot brookt no longer Sir you doe not well in this scar. Ha slaue But. T is not the aime of gentry to bring forth Such harsh vnrellisht fruit vnto their wiues And to their pretty pretty children by my troth Scar. How rascall But. Sir I must tel you your progenitors Two of the which these yeares were seruant to Had not such mists before their vnderstanding Thus to behaue themselues Scar. And you le controule me sir But. I I will Scar. You rogue But. I t is I will tel you t is vngently done Thus to defame your wife abuse your children Wrong them you wrong your selfe are they not yours