To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance; commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham’d that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband’s foot.
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease
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@RealShinyDummy@ExpertsLie so he can get drunk and beat the shit out of everybody?
I think we saw enough of him beating his girlfriend and family in CKY as teenagers to know his demons are best kept locked in a cage.
@gatorgar "who will advance" is the exact wording that will fuck everyone that thinks this is "who will become mayor."
He is 100% not winning this poll at resolution, because this is the voting fraud portion