Take heed, dear brother, of a stranger fortune Than e'er you felt yet; Fortune my foe is a friend to it. Arn. 'Tis true, I love, dearly and truly love, | A noble, virtuous, and most beauteous maid; | 15 | And am beloved again. Rut. That's too much, o' conscience: To love all these, would run me out o' my wits. Arn. Prithee, give ear: I am to marry her. Rut. Despatch it, then, and I'll go call the piper. | Arn. But, oh, the wicked custom of this country! | 20 | The barbarous, most inhuman, damned custom! Rut. 'Tis true, to marry is [as damn'd] a custom [As any] in the world; for, look you, brother, Would any man stand plucking for the ace of hearts, With one pack of cards, all days on's life ? Or else you purpose not to, understand me. Rut. Proceed; I will give ear. Arn. They have a custom In this most beastly country---out upon't! Rut. Let's hear it first. Arn. That when a maid is contracted, | And ready for the tie o' the church, the governor, | 30 | He that commands in chief, must have her maidenhead, Or ransom it for money, at his pleasure. Rut. How might a man achieve that place?--a rare custom! 12 a stranger fortune] "cuckoldom" ( Theobald). 13 Fortune my foe] the opening words of a song directed to be sung by Venturewell in The Knight of the Burning Pestle, V. iii. Dyce found the song in a collection of Ballads, etc. (Br. Mus. 643 m.), under the title "A sweet Sonnet, wherein the Lover exclaimeth against Fortune for the loss of his Ladies Favour . . . The Tune is, Fortune, my Foe." The first of its 22 stanzas was quoted by Malone from The Maydes Metamorphosis, 1600, sig. C. 3, and runs thus :-- "Fortune, my foe, why dost thou frown on me ? And will thy favours never better be ? Wilt thou, I say, for ever breed my pain ? And wilt thou not restore my joys again ?"
Mr. Bullen adds here that it was known as the "hanging tune," because the condemned prisoners sung it on their way to Tyburn. 16 o' conscience] F1 a conscience. 22 is [as damn'd] . . . world] Adopting Dyce's emendation, which satisfies sense better, and disturbs the text less, than Theobald's-- "is the most inhuman Damn'd custom in the world."
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