Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.82 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I swear, Henceforth I never will as much in word, In letter, or in syllable, presume To make a repetition of my grief Good night t'ee: if when I am dead you rip This Coffin of my heart, there shall you read With constant eyes, what now my tongue defines, Biancha's name carved out in bloody lines. For ever, Lady, now good night. Good night: Rest in your goodness; lights there; Sir good night. So, via— to be cuckold (mercy and providence) is as natural to a married man, as to eat sleep or wear a nightcap. Friends! I will rather trust mine arm in the throat of a Lion, my purse with a Courtesan, my neck with the chance on a die, or my Religion in a Synagogue of Jews, than my wife with a friend; wherein do Princes exceed the poorest peasant that ever was yoked to a sixpenny strumpet, but that the horns of the one are mounted some two inches higher by a chopine than the other? oh Actaeon! the goodliest headed beast of the Forest, amongst wild cattle, is a Stag; and the goodliest beast amongst tame fools in a Corporation is a Cuckold. Speak D'avolos, how thrives intelligence? Above the prevention of Fate, Madam: I saw him kneel make pitiful faces, kiss hands and forefingers, rise and by this time he is up, up Madam: doubtless the youth aims to be Duke, for he is gotten into the Duke's seat an hour ago. Is't true? Oracle, oracle; siege was laid, parley admitted, composition offered, and the Fort entered; there's no interruption, the Duke will be at home tomorrow (gentle Animal) what d''ee resolve? To stir up Tragedies as black as brave; And sending the Lecher panting to his grave.— Resolve, and do; 'tis done, What, are those eyes Which lately were so overdrowned in tears, So easy to take rest? Oh happy man! How sweetly sleep hath sealed up sorrows here? But I will call him: What? My Lord, my Lord, My Lord Fernando. Who calls me? My Lord, Sleeping or waking? Ha! who is't? 'Tis I: Have you forgot my voice? or is your ear But useful to your eye? Madam, the Duchess? she, 'tis she; sit up, Sit up and wonder, whiles my sorrows swell: The nights are short, and I have much to say. Is't possible, 'tis you? 'Tis possible; Why do you think I come? Why! to crown joys, And make me master of my best desires. 'Tis true, you guess aright; sit up and listen. With shame and passion now I must confess, Since first mine eyes beheld you, in my heart You have been only King; if there can be A violence in love, than I have felt That tyranny; be record to my soul, The justice which I for this folly fear: Fernando, in short words, howe'er my tongue Did often chide thy love, each word thou spak'st Was music to my ear; was never poor Poor wretched woman lived, that loved like me; So truly, so unfeignedly.
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Length
511 words · 706 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.824 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I sweare, Henceforth I neuer will asmuch in word, In letter, or in sillable, presume To make a repetition of my griefe Good night t'ee: if when I am dead you rip This Coffin of my heart, there shall you read With constant eyes, what now my tongue defines, Biancha's name caru'd out in bloody lines. For euer, Lady, now good night. Good night: Rest in your goodnesse; lights there; Sir good night. So, via—to be cuckold (mercy and prouidence) is as natural to a married man, as to eat sleep or weare a nightcap. Friends! I will rather trust mine arme in the throat of a Lion, my purse with a Curtezan, my necke with the chance on a Dye, or my Religion in a Synagogue of Iewes, then my wife with a friend; wherein doe Princes exceed the poorest peasant that euer was yoak'd to a sixpenny strumpet, but that the hornes of the one are mounted some two inches higher by a Choppine then the other? oh Acteon! the goodliest headed beast of the Forrest, amongst wild cattle, is a Stag; and the goodliest beast amongst tame fooles in a Corporation is a Cuckold. Speake D'auolos, how thriues intelligence? Aboue the preuention of Fate, Madam: I saw him kneele make pittifull faces, kisse hands and forefingers, rise and by this time he is vp, vp Madam: dobtlesse the youth aymes to be Duke, for hee is gotten into the Dukes seat an hower agoe. Is't true? Oracle, oracle; siege was laid, parley admitted, comsition offered, and the Fort entrred; there's no interruption, the Duke will be at home to morrow (gentle Animal) what d'ee resolue? To stirre vp Tragedies as blacke as braue; And sending the Lecher panting to his grane.— Resolue, and doe; 'tis done, What, are those eyes Which lately were so ouerdrown'd in teares, So easie to take rest? Oh happy man! How sweetly sleepe hath seal'd vp sorrowes here? But I will call him: What? My Lord, my Lord, My Lord Fernando. Who cals me? My Lord, Sleeping or waking? Ha! who is't? 'Tis I: Haue you forgot my voyce? or is your eare But vsefull to your eye? Madam, the Dutchesse? Shee, 'tis she; sit vp, Sit vp and wonder, whiles my sorrowes swell: The nights are short, and I haue much to say. Is't possible, 'tis you? 'Tis possible; Why doe you thinke I come? Why! to crowne ioyes, And make me master of my best desires. 'Tis true, you guesse aright; sit vp and listen. With shame and passion now I must confesse, Since first mine eyes beheld you, in my heart You haue beene onely King; if there can be A violence in loue, then I haue felt That tyranny; be record to my soule, The Iustice which I for this folly feare: Fernando, in short words, how e're my tongue Did often chide thy loue, each word thou spakst Was musicke to my eare; was neuer poore Poore wretched woman liu'd, that lou'd like me; So truly, so vnfainedly.