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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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the suppliant plaintiffe royall Henry From me their griefes take their originall King What art thou Rob. Even what your Grace shall please to make of me I was the son to this distressed father untill he Tooke his paternity off and threw me from his love Then I became son to mine Vncle by adoption Who likewise that hath tane away againe And throwne me backe to poverty never was Son so tost betwixt two fathers yet knowes Not one for still the richest does despise his heire And I am backe expulst into despaire King This may your vices cause Rob. For that I come to your impartiall censure for a doome King We heare speake on we know the parties Each one relate his griefe and if it lye in us We 'l yeeld reliefe 't is first requisite that we Know of you Sir the cause of this your Sonnes disinheritance O. Fost. Before I understood his vertuous minde Or weighed his disposition to be kind I did that froward worke This now great man Was an unthrifty wretch a prodigall then And I disdain'd to know his brotherhood Denyed reliefe to him this childe kinde and good Against my contradiction did him releive as his Distressed Vncle at this I chide for bade Still hee holds on his course He growes more kinde and he in wasting worse My rage continued as it had begun And in that rage I threw away my sonne Ste. The like plead I my Lord for when my state Had rais'd itselfe by an uncertaine fate I tooke this out-cast childe made him my owne As full and free as I my selfe had sowne The seede that brought him forth for this my loue His oblieg'd duty presently did prove A traytor to my trust against my will Succouring that foe which I did love so ill Onely for hating him my charity being thus Abus'd and quit with injurie what could I then But as his father erst so I agen might throw Him from my love for worse is love abus'd Then new borne hate and should be soe refus'de I did a fathers part if it were bad Blame him for both there I my patterne had King You fall betwixt two pillars Sir is 't not so Rob. Vnhappy fate my Lord yet thus I pleade For this my fathers hate I might deserve I broke his precepts and did unchildly swerve From his commission I to my Vncle gave What was my fathers striving thereby to save His falne repute he rag'd I did it still Yet must consesse as it was well t was ill Well in my love me thought ill to my fate For I thereby ruin'd my owne estate But that mine Vncle throwes me forth of doore For the same cause he tooke me in before Beats forest gainst my bosome if 't were good To take from a father for an Vncles foode In lawes of love and nature how much rather Might I abridge an Vncle for a father Charitie 's a vertue generally stands And should dispersed be through all mens hands Then would you keep 't alone for when your heire I first adopted was charity was there How er'rs your judgement then seeing you see What was good in you makes sin in mee You 'l say my father did it oh throw away That soule excuse let not discretion stray So farre a side if custome lawfull make Then sin were lawfull for example sake Nor were these wasted goods only your owne Since part was mine having adoption Then doe him right my Lord yet doe no wrong For where my duty fai'ld my love was strong King With an impartiall eare we have heard your Loving story 't is both fayre and honest Ste. O let me now anticipate your Grace And casting off the shadow of a face Shew my hearts true figure how have I striv'd To make this forc't counterfeit long liu'd And now it bursts come into my heart I have two iewells here shall never part From my loves eye watch two worthy to be fil'd On times best record a woman and a child Now Sir to you I come we must be friends Though envie wils not so yet love contends Gainst envy and her forces my young yeares Say I must offer first a peace in teares O. Fost. O let my shame my bosomes center breake Love is to young it coyes but cannot speake King You blesse mine eyes with objects that become The theater of Kings to looke upon Ste. The keeper is discharg'd Sir your debts are paid And from the prison y are a new free man made There 's not a Creditor can aske you ought As your sonne did forme so have I bought Your liberty with mine and to encrease it more Because I know bare liberty is poore Without assistance to raise your state agen The thirds of mine are yours say you Amen Wife No not to that you are kind brothers now Divide by halfes that love and I 'l allow Ste. Thou art onely wise in vertue as thou setst downe So let it be halfe my estate 's your owne O. Fost. It whole redownes agen for I am yours Forget this minute my forgetfull houres Ste. O they are buried all Sir King This union 's good such league should ever be in brotherhood Ste. Yet without boast my Leige let me relate One small thing more remorse of my owne state And my deare brothers worse succession For that we both have prisoners been in one Selfe-same place of woe and felt those throwes That Ludgate yeelds my charity bestowes Some almes of comfort Keeper you can speake it Keep And many hundreds more Sir you have reedified And built it faire adding more ground to it And by pipes of lead from Paddingtun drawne Water thither free for all prisoners lodgings Likewise free and a hundred pounds yearely to make Them fues for better comfort all this is almost finisht Kin. A worthy work the better being done in the Founders ere Not left unto succession Ste. 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 owne hands so doubtfull is Performance when the Benefactor 's dead King What is 't I prethee Ste. 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 King You have prevented well so has this good Alderman I wish you many Schollers Wife You make some doubt of me in this Sir Did you not say that women were forgetfull King You have vext her now Sir how doe you answer that Ste. No my Lord she 's exempt from the proverbe Wife 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 't is said The grave 's good rest when women goe first to bed Ste. Thankes for thy excuse good wife but not thy love To fill my grave before me I would not live to see that day Wife Prethee no more I had rather be angry than flatter'd King You have a wonder Master Sheriffe a prizelesse jewell Ste. Many jewels my good Lord a brother wife and child For this I would have strove even with a father How ere rough stormes did in my brows appeare Within my bosome it was alwaies cleare O. Fost. I give him to you now Sir Ste. I take him and to him backe doe give All that my selfe behind in state shall leave O. Fost. And all that you gave me I doe bestow So in one houre become full heire to two Bru. I claime a third by this bonds vertue See as a third father thou art heire to those Iane I will not goe to him father on any of these conditions Rob. You shall have love to boote too sweet Iane Iane Nay and you play booty I dare not trust you Rob. What shall I say 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 Ty'de in a True-loves Knot ne'r to part Iane 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 King 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 Exeunt FINIS