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A11153
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A nevv vvonder, a woman never vext A pleasant conceited comedy: sundry times acted: never before printed. Written by VVilliam Rowley, one of his Maiesties servants.
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Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?
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yet but young Rob. Fame will soone speake it loud Sir Bru. This may helpe happily to make all peace But how have you parly'd with my daughter Sir Iane Very well Father We spake something but did Nothing at all I requested him to pull me A Catherin Peare and had not I lookt to him He would have mistooke and given me a Popperrin And to requite his kindenesse I pluck'd him a Rose And he had almost prick'd my finger for my paines Bru. Well said Wag are there sparkes kindled quench 'M not for me 't is not a fathers roughnesse Nor doubtfull hazard of an Vncles kindenesse Can me deterre I must to your father Where as a chiefe affaire I 'l once more moue And if I can returne him backe to love Exeunt Enter Doctor and Stephens Wife Wife Sir you see I have made a speedy choyse And as swift a marriage be it as it will I like the man if his qualities afflict me I shall be happy in 't Doct. I must not distate what I have help'd to make 'T is I that joyn'd you Wife A good bargaine I hope Enter Roger Roger Where 's your Master Clo. The Good man of the house is within forsooth Wife Not your Master Sir Clo. 'T is hard of digestion Yes my Master is within Hee masters you therefore I must be Content You have long'd for Crosses a good While and now you are like to be Farther off them than e'r you were For I 'm affraid your good husband will leave You ne'r a crosse i' th' house to blesse you with Wife Well Sir I shall be blest in 't But where is he Clo. Where he has mistaken the place a little Being his wedding-day he is in nomine When he should be in re Wife And where 's that Clo. In your Counting-house If he were a kinde Husband he would have bin in another Counting-house by this time hee 's tumbling Over all his money bags yonder you shall Heare of him in the bowling Alley againe Wife Why Sir all is his and at his Dispose who shall dare to thwart him Enter Stephen with bills and bonds Clo. Looke where he comes Wife How now Sweete-heart what hast thou there Ste. I finde much debts belonging to you Sweete And my care must be now to fetch them in Wife Ha ha prethee doe not mistake thy selfe Nor my true purpose I did not wed to thrall Or binde thy large expence but rather to adde A plenty to that liberty I thought by this Thou would'st have stuft thy pockets full of Gold And throwne it at a hazard made Ducks and Drakes And baited fishes with thy silver flyes Lost and fetcht more why this had bin my joy Perhaps at length thou would'st have wast'd My store why this had bin a blessing to Good for me Ste. Content thee Sweete those daies are gone I even from my memorie I have forgot that e'r I had such follies And I 'l not call 'm backe my eares are bent To keepe your state and give you all content Roger goe call your fellow-servants up to me And to my Chamber bring all bookes of debt I will o're-looke and cast up all accounts That I may know the weight of all my cares And once a yeere give up my stewardship Clo. Now you may see what hastie matching is You had thought to have bin vext and now You cannot You have marryed a husband That Sir reverence of the title now being my Master in law I doe thinke hee 'l proove the miserablest covetous Rascall that ever beate beggar from his gate But 'T is no matter time was when you were fairely Offered if you would have tooke it you might have had Other matches y'faith if it had pleas'd you and those That would have crost you I would have sold away All that ever you had had have kept two or three Whores at liverie under your nose have turn'd you out In your smocke and have us'd you like a woman where As now if you 'd hang your selfe you can have none of These blessings but 't is well enough now you must Take what followes Wife I 'm new to seeke for crosses the hopes I meant Turne to despaire and smoother in content Enter Robert Ste. O Nephew are you come The welcom'st wish That my heart has This is my kinsman Sweete Wife Let him be largely texted in your love That all the Citty may reade it fairely You cannot remember me and him forget We were alike to you in poverty Ste. I should have beg'd that bounty of your love Though you had scanted me to have given 't him For we are one I an Vncle Nephew He an Nephew Vncle but my Sweete selfe My slow request you have anticipated With proffer'd kindenesse and I thanke you for it But how kinde Cozin does your father use you Is your name found againe within his bookes Can he reade son there Rob. 'T is now blotted quite for by the violent instigation Of my cruell Stepmother his Vowes and Othes Are stampt against me ne'r to acknowledge me Ne'r to call or blesse me as a childe But in his brow his bounty and behaviour I reade it almost plainelie Ste. Cozin grieve not at it that father lost at home You shall finde here and with the losse of his inheritance You meete another amply profferd you Be my adopted son no more my kinsman So that this borrowed bounty doe not stray From your consent Wife Call it not borrowed Sir 't is all your owne Here 'fore this reverent man I make it knowne Thou art our childe as free by adoption As deriv'd from us by conception birth and Propinquitie Inheritour to our full substance Rob. You were borne to blesse us both My knee shall practise a sons duty Even beneath sons giving you all The comely dues of parents yet not Forgetting my duty to my father Where e'r I meet him he shall have my knee Although his blessing ne'r returne to me Ste. Come then my dearest son I 'l now give thee A taste of my love to thee be thou my deputy The Factour and disposer of my businesse Keepe my accounts and order my affaires They must be all your owne for you deere Sweet Be merry take your pleasure at home abroad Visit your neighbours ought that may seeme good To your owne will downe to the Country ride For cares and troubles lay them all aside And I will take them up it 's fit that weight Should now lye all on me take thou the height Of quiet and content let nothing grieve thee I brought thee nothing else and that I 'le give thee Ex. Stephen and Robin Wife Will the Tide never turne Was ever woman Thus burden'd with unhappy happinesse Did I from Ryot take him to waste my goods And he strives to augment it I did mistake him Doct. Spoyle not a good Text with a false Comment All these are blessings and from heaven sent It is your husbands good hee 's now transform'd To a