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O M. Arthur, bear a better thought Of your chased wife, whose modesty hath won The good opinion and report of all: By heaven you wrong her beauty, she is fair. Oh you are cloyed with dainties M. Arthur And too much sweetness glutted hath your taste, And makes you loath them: At the first You did admire her beauty, praised her face, Were proud to have her follow at your heals Through the broad streets, when all censuring tongues Found themselves busied as she passed along, To extol her in the hearing of you both, Tell me I pray you and dissemble not, Have you not in the time of your first love, Hugd such new popular and vulgar talk, And glorified still to see her bravely decked? But now a kind of loathing hath quite change Your shape of love into a form of hate, But on what reason ground you this hate? Be judge all eyes, her face deserves it not, Then on what root grows this High branch of hate Is she not loyal, constant, loving, chased, Obedient, apt to please, loath to displease, Careful to live, chary of her good name, And jealous of your reputation? Is she not virtuous, wise, religious? How should you wrong her to deny all this? Good M. Arthur let me argue with you. O too unkind unto so kind a wife, Too vritules to one so virtuous, And too unchaste unto so chased a matron. Thus you misconstrue all things M. Arthur, Look if her true love melt not into tears. Wonder of women: why hark you M. Arthur, What is your wife a woman or a Saint? A wife, or some bright Angel come from heaven? Are you not moved at this strange spectacle? This day I have beheld a miracle. When I attempt this sacred nuptial life, I beg of heaven to find me such a wife. Oh sir, you too much affect this evil, Poor Saint, why Wertenberg thou yoked thus with a devil. Sweet Saint continue still this patience, For time will bring him to true penitence. Mirror of virtue, thanks for my good cheer, A thousand thanks. Then marriage, nothing in the world more come mon, Nothing more rare then such a virtuous woman. A profound oath, well sworn, & deeply took, 'Tis better thus, then swearing on a book. Sir I was called as witness to this matter, I may be gone for ought that I can see. Oh that my wife were dead, here would I make My second choice, would she were buried, From out her graven this Marigold should grow, Which in my nuptials I would wear with pride. Die shall she, I have doomed her destiny. Oh you mistake her even upon my soul, I durst affirm you wrong her chastity. See where she does attend your coming home. Will you not speak unto her? The best accord that could betide their loves. Trust me the virtues of young Arthurs wife, Her constancy, modest humility, Her patience, and admired temperance, Have made me love all women kind the better. Oh misconceit, how bitter is thy taste? Sweet M. Arthur, Mistress Arthur too, Let me entreat you reconcile these jars, Odious to heaven, and most abhorred of men. You do mistake sir, here's the gentlewoman, It is her husband that will not be found. I all that you can say, And much more then you can well put off. Faith joust as much I think as you can say And thats joust nothing. Why nothing sir. But now she was as well as well might be, And on the sudden dead; joy in excess Hath overrun her poor disturbed soul. I'll after and see how Master Arthur takes it. His former hate far more suspicious makes it.
Plot summary
Plot — How a Man May Choose a Good Wife from a Bad
Arthur has fallen out with his wife: he is bored with her, convinced she is always trying to put him down, and also just wants a change. When the couple’s fathers visit in an effort to achieve marital harmony, they enter without knocking and find Arthur beating his wife. Her father, Old Lusam, wants to take her home, but she won’t go; she also resists the efforts of Anselm to seduce her and rejects his criticisms of her husband. The fathers take her to Justice Reason in an attempt to have him intervene, but she will not co-operate and Reason will not get involved. Arthur becomes attracted to Mary, a courtesan whom the schoolmaster Aminadab also loves. Seeing her attentions to Arthur makes Aminadab suicidal, and he tries to obtain poison from Fuller, pretending he needs it for an infestation of rats; Fuller gives him a sleeping potion instead. Seeking to kill his wife, Arthur takes the ‘poison’ from Aminadab under cover of preventing his suicide, and holds a dinner party. One of the guests is Mary, but Mistress Arthur puts up even with this, only to be given ‘poisoned’ wine by her husband. Mistress Arthur is interred in her family vault. Anselm visits her tomb and she revives when he kisses her. He hides her in his mother’s house, but despite everything she remains faithful to her husband 1601 and resists her rescuer’s advances. Meanwhile Arthur marries Mary, but finds her an unloving, disobedient, spendthrift wife. In an attempt to win her trust, he tells her the guilty secret of his first wife’s death; she immediately puts the information in the hands of the authorities, and Arthur is forced to go on the run. Rejected by his family, Arthur is starving when he calls at the house of Anselm’s mother and meets a young woman who reminds him of (and, of course, is) his ‘dead’ wife. Stricken with conscience, he gives himself up and is brought before Justice Reason. The use of poison, which it is felony to sell, brings first Aminadab, then Fuller into trouble, until Mistress Arthur arrives and the truth comes out. After his experiences, Arthur now knows the difference between a good wife and a bad.