A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 11
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 11
English drama
PROUDLY. Thy blood, base villain, shall answer this.
[_The brothers set back to back._
I'll dye thy nuptial bed in thy heart's gore.
INGEN. Come, come, my lord; 'tis not so easily done.
You know it is not. Forgive[141] this my attempt
Upon your sister; before God and man
She was my wife, and ne'er a bedrid gout
Shall have my wench to get diseases on.
PROUDLY. Well may'st thou term her so, that has consented
Even with her will to be dishonoured.
INGEN. Not so, yet have I lain with her--
MAID. But first,
Witness this priest, we both were married.
PRIEST. True it is, Domine;
Their contract's run into a marriage,
And that, my lord, into a carriage.
PROUDLY. I will undo thee, priest.
PRIEST. It is too late. I am undone
Already [by] wine and tobacco. I defy thee,
Thou temporal lord: perdy, thou never shalt
Keep me in jail, and hence springs my reason:
My act is neither felony nor treason.
FEE. Ay, sir; but you do not know what kindred she may have.
OMNES. Come, come, there is no remedy.
WIFE. And weigh't right,
In my opinion, my honour'd lord,
And everybody's else, this is a match,
Fitter ten thousand times than your intent.
OMNES. Most certain 'tis.
WID. Besides, this gentleman
Your brother-in-law['s] well-parted and fair-mean'd;
And all this come about (you must conceive)
By your own sister's wit, as well as his.
INGEN. Come, come, 'tis but getting of me knighted, my lord, and I
shall become your brother well enough.
PROUDLY. Brother, your hand. Lords may have projects still,
But there's a greater Lord will have his will.
BOLD. This is despatch, Now, madam, is the time,
For I long to be at it. Your hand, sweetheart.
FEE. Now, boys.
WID. My lord and gentlemen, I crave your witness,
To what I now shall utter. 'Twixt this gentleman and myself
There have been some love-passages, from which
Here I do free him, and [he] take this lady----[142]
WELL. La ye! and pray him take this lady.
WID. Which with a mother's love I give to him,
And wish all joy may crown their marriage.
BOLD. Nay, madam, yet she is not satisfied.
[BOLD _gives her a ring, and she puts it on her thumb_.
WID. Further, before ye all I take this ring,
As an assumpsit, by the virtue of which
I bind myself in all my lands and goods,
That in his choice I'll be no hindrance;
Or by forbidding banns, or claiming him
Myself for mine, but let the match go on
Without my check, which he intendeth now:
And once again I say, I bind myself.
BOLD. Then, once again I say, widow, thou'rt mine!
Priest, marry us: this match I did intend:
Ye all are witnesses; if thou hinder it,
Widow, your lands and goods are forfeit mine.
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