SISTER

Alas good Brother's, how came this mischance? He would not be so monstrous I am sure. Alas what course is left for us to live by then? Did he do so. Why then I see there is no hope of him. Some husbands are respectless of their wives, During the time that they are yssulesse, But none with Infants blessed, can nourish hate, But love the mother for the children's sake. I know not what course to take me to, Honesty feign would live: What shall I do? Jest not at her, whose burden is too grievous, But rather lend a means how to relieve us. And I am not Sir so uncharitable, To hate the man that loves me. I can, for I love all the world, but am in love with none. May I believe you? Sir the commendations I have received from Butler of your birth and worth, together with the Judgement of mine own eye, bids me believe and love you. As does befit your servant and your wife, That owe you love and duty all my life. Not till you tell me Sir, Even to my blood, Whats mine is yours, to gain your peace or good. Sir I will show you all the wealth I have, Of Coin, of Jewels, or Possessions, The land I can endow you with, is my Love, The riches I possess for you is love, A Treasure greater then is Land or Gold, It cannot be forfeited, and it shall near be sold. And for that riches you did marry me. What riches I am ballast with are yours. If but with sand, as I am but with earth, Being your right of right, you must receive me, I would no other lading but my Love. Which in abund nce I will render you, If other fraught you do expect my store, I'll pay you ears, my riches, are no more. I am Sister to decayed Scarborrow. Whose substance your Enticements did consume. Which as you did believe so they supposed, It fitter for your self then for another, To keep the sister, had undone the brother. Sir. Good, sweet. Oh me, most miserable. Oh grief, that poverty should would that power to tear: Men from themselves, though they wed, bed, and swear. Shall I be left then Like a common road, That every beast that can but pay his tole May travel over, and Like to Cammomil, Flourish the better being trodden on. Sir I beseech you say not your oaths were such, So Like falce coin, being put unto the touch, Who bear a flourish in the outward show, Of a true stamp, but truly are not so, You swore me love, I gave the Like to you, Then as a ship being wedded to the sea, Dus either sail or sink even so must I, You being the haven to which my Hope's must she. Undone, undone. My husband has forsook me. Has taine my Jewels, and my Bracelets from me. Left me distressed, and thirst me forth a doors. I'll fit me down, sighs loud in stead of words, And wound my self with grief as they with swords. And for the sustenance that I should eat, I'll feed on grief, 'tis woes best rellisht meat. None of my affections are prides children, nor a kin to them