A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 12Dodsley, Robert
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 12
Dodsley, Robert
English drama
KING. You have prevented well, so has this good alderman;
I wish you many scholars.
WIFE. [_To_ STEPH.] You make some doubts of me in this, sir:
Did you not say that women are forgetful?
KING. You have vex'd her now, sir: how do you answer that?
STEPH. No, my lord, she's exempt from the proverb.
WIFE. No, my lord, I'll help it better: I do confess
That women are forgetful, yet ne'ertheless
I am exempt: I know my fate, and find
My dear husband must not leave me behind,
But I must go before him;[107] and 'tis said,
The grave's good rest when women go first to bed.
STEPH. Thanks for thy excuse, good wife, but not thy love
To fill my grave before me: I would not live to see that day.
WIFE. Prythee, no more, I had rather be angry than flatter'd.
KING. You have a wonder, master sheriff; a priceless jewel.
STEPH. Many jewels, my good lord; a brother, wife, and child,
For this I would have strove even with a father:
Howe'er rough storms did in my brows appear,
Within my bosom it was always clear.
O. FOS. I give him to you now, sir.
STEPH. I take him, and to him back do give
All that myself behind in 'state shall leave.
O. FOS. And all that you gave me, I do bestow;
So in one hour become full heir to two.
BREW. I claim a third by this bond's virtue; [_Pointing to_ JANE.
See, as a father thou art heir to those.
JANE. I will not go to him, father, on any of these conditions.
ROB. You shall have love to boot too, sweet Jane.
JANE. Nay, an' you play booty, I dare not trust you.
ROB. What shall I say? Accept my hand and heart,[108]
Tied in a true love's knot, never to part.
JANE. Ay, 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 despatch us, let him read as fast as he can.
KING. The liveliest harmony that e'er I heard!
All instruments compar'd to these sweet tunes
Are dull and harsh: I joy to see so good a child,
A woman wonder; brothers reconciled.
[_To_ BREWEN.] 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 insculp'd, _A woman never vex'd_.
FOOTNOTES:
[103] This speech is not appropriated in the original, although divided
from the wife's: neither are the words between brackets altogether an
insertion of my own. The speech appears thus in the original:--
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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