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Triple the number fallen upon your age, Sister? Muses: these (fool) are the seven deadly sins. It grieves me that you see me here so soon. Father I grieve my young years to your age, Should add more sorrow. That which to think on makes me desperate. I that have charged my friends, and from my father Pulled more then he could spare, I that have lived, These nine years at the University, Must now for this world's devil: this angel of gold, Have all those days and nights to beggary sold, Through want of money, what I want I miss, Who is more scorned then a poor: scholar is? O, I am mad. To think how much a Scholar undergoes, And in end reaps nought but penury. Father I am enforced to leave my book, Because the study of my book does leave me, In the lean arms of lank necessity. Having no shelter (ah me) but to fly Into the sanctuary of your aged arms. Is't not a shame for me that am a man, Exit. Ba. Nay more, a scholar to endure such need, That I must pray on him, whom I should feed? O blindness, so that men may beauty find, They never respect the beauty's of the mind, The admiration of such happiness, Makes me astonished. Thus my Lord. If equal thoughts durst both your states confer, Hers is to low, and you to high for her, This is thy Prince, be silent Babulo, What have we done, we must be thus dis graced? Thy looks are Like thy name, thy name & looks Approve thy nature to be violent. Princes are never pleased with subjects sins, But pity those whom they are sworn to smite, And grieve as tender mother's when they beat, With kind correction their unquiet babes- So should their Officers compassionate, The misery of any wretches state. Our parting shall be short, sister farewell. Father how fare you? Call him not merciful, his tyranny Exceeds the most inhuman. O father now forswear all patience, Griselda comes home to you in poor array, Griselda is made a drudge, a castaway. Oh misery, Oh most accursed time, When to be foes to gilded is held a crime, Sister this fiend must bear your infants hence. Father why do you weep? Let's fret and curse the Marquess cruelly. He shall not hale them thus, keep them perforce, This slave looks on them with a murdering eye. This is poor Grissil, wife unto our Duke, And these her children, thus he sends her home, And thus he sends a serpent to devour, Their precious lives he brings commission, To hale them hence, but whither none can tell. Try all their golden baits, stay never run, They can do no more wrong then they have done. A Scholar does disdain to spend his spirits, Upon such base employments as hand labours. I, I, but this shall prove a fatal day. Shall I in silence bury all our wrongs? But I'll no longer bear a logger head, Thus I'll cast down his fuel in despite, So, though my heart be sad, my shoulder's light. I have cast down my burden not my load, The load of your gross wrongs lies here Like lead. Lodge me in dungeons, I will still exclaim, On Gwalters cursed acts and hated name. Exit. with Marq. Give him his silks they shall not touch my back I will not wear proud trappings Like a beast, Yet hourly feel the scornful riders spur, Pardon me my gracious Lord, for now I see, That Scholars with weak eyes, poor on their books, But want true souls to judge on Majesty: None else but Kings can know the hearts of Kings, Hence forth my pride shall fly with humbler wings.
Plot summary
Plot — Patient Grissel
Gwaltef has vowed to choose a wife. On the day of decision, he goes hunting instead, but leads his companions to the low-born (GHiSSil] whom he has been wooing in secret. D@WFe6) Grissil’s brother, comes home from university in poverty, but he and his father become courtiers after Gwalter and Grissil are married. Grissil becomes pregnant. Gwalter’s subjects object to his marrying beneath him. Though obsessively uxorious, he is determined to test her patience, and attempts to humiliate her by making her tie a servant’s shoe; she complies without protest. He then banishes her family from court; again she accepts this patiently. She gives birth to a twin son and daughter, and Gwalter has the babies taken away from her: they are sent to PaWia to be looked after by his brother, and Grissil is expelled from court. She ===== PAGE 196 ===== GRISSIL, Janicola’s daughter, Laureo’s sister: later Gwalter’s wife and mother of Prince Gwalter and the Princess; also called Lady Grissil returns to her father’s house, and Gwalter sends Fan to tell her she will never see her children again; he watches the conversation in disguise, and BABULO, Janicola’s man; formerly a traveller ‘accidentally’ drops a piece of gold to ensure that Master LAUREO, a poor young scholar; Janicola’s son, she will not starve. In the sub-plot, Eiiul6 and Siff{Oweni are rivals for Grissil’s brother; later uncle of Grissil’s children Two LapIgs attending Gwalter (sc.2, non-speaking) the Welsh widow GwWénthian, while others compete for - Gwalter’s sister, Jiilia. Emulo challenges Sir Owen toa = ATTENDANTS on Gwalter (sc.2, 5, non-speaking) duel, but then tries to back out of it; his later account of the duel is met with disbelief. Sir Owen marries Gwenthian, and she turns out to be a shrew. He asks Gwaltéf for advice on how to tame her, and is told to cut six osier twigs; Gwalter takes three and Sir Owen SIR OWEN ap Meredith, a Welsh knight; later keeps the others. Later, when Gwalter visits Sir Owen for dinner, GWénthiaW ruins the occasion: she has Gwenthian’s husband and Gwalter’s kinsman; also called Sir Meredith and Sir Owen Meredith allowed beggars to eat all the food, and turns up dressed in rags as a protest after Sir Owen tore the Lady GWENTHIAN, a Welsh widow, Gwalter’s kinswoman by marriage; later Sir Owen’s wife rebato she had bought. Gwalt@r spreads rumours that he plans to marry ONOPHRIO, a gentleman and a bachelor; also called Onophry again, and summons Grissil and her family to attend…