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 0.80 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
M, Cooze; by all the ioyes I wish to taste, She is as far beneath thy thought, as I In soul above her malice. I observed Even now, a kind of dangerous pretence In an unjointed phrase from D'avolos: I know not her intent, but this I know, He has a working brain, is minister To all my lady's counsels; and (my Lord) Pray heaven there have not any thing befallen Within the knowledge of his subtle Art, To do you mischief. Pish; should he or hell Affront me in the passage of my fate, I'd crush them into Atomies. ay, do; admit you could, mean time, my Lord, Be nearest to yourself, what I can learn You shall be soon informed of: here is all We fools can catch the wise in; to unknot By privilege of coxcombs, what they plot.— Thou art a Traitor: do not think the gloss Of smooth evasion, by your cunning jests, And coinage of your politician's brain, Shall jig me off: I'll know't, I vow I will. Did not I note your dark abrupted ends Of words half spoke? your well's, if all were known? Your short, I like not that? your girds, and butts? Yes (Sir) I did: such broken language argues More matter than your subtlety shall hide: Tell me, what is't? by honour's self I'll know. What would you know, my Lord? I confess I owe my life and service to you, as to my Prince; the one you have, the other you may take from me at your pleasure: should I devise matter to feed your distrust, or suggest likelihoods without appearance? what would you have me say? I know nothing. Thou liest, dissembler; on thy brow I read Distracted horrors figured in thy looks. On thy allegiance, D'avolos, as e'er Thou hop'st to live in grace with us, unfold What by thy party halting of thy speech Thy knowledge can discover: By the faith We bear to sacred justice, we protest, Be it or good, or evil, thy reward Shall be our special thanks, and love un-termed: Speak, on thy duty, we thy Prince command. Oh my disaster! my Lord, I am so charmed by those powerful repetitions of love and duty, that I cannot conceal what I know of your dishonour. Dishonour! then my soul is cleft with fear: I half presage my misery, say on; Speak it at once, for I am great with grief. I trust your Highness will pardon me, yet I will not deliver a syllable which shall be less innocent than truth itself. By all our wish of joys, we pardon thee. Get from me cowardly servility, my service is noble, and my loyalty an Armour of brass: in short, my Lord, and plain discovery, you are a Cuckold. Keep in the word,— a Cuckold: Fernando is your Rival, has stolen your Duchess heart, murdered friendship, horns your head, and laughs at your horns.
nodes 1300–1349 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 41 in this edition
Length
492 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.803 (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)
M, Cooze; by all the ioyes I wish to taste, Shee is as farre beneath thy thought, as I In soule aboue her malice. I obseru'd Euen now, a kind of dangerous pretence In an vn-ioynted phrase from D'auolos: I know not hir intent, but this I know, He has a working braine, is minister To all my Ladies counsels; and (my Lord) Pray heauen there haue not any thing befalne Within the knowledge of his subtill Art, To doe you mischife. Pish; should he or hell Affront me in the passage of my , I'd crush them into Atomies. I, doe; admit you could, meane time, my Lord, Be nearest to your selfe, what I can learne You shall be soone inform'd of: here is all We fooles can catch the wise in; to vnknot By priuilege of coxcombes, what they plot.— Thou art a Traytor: doe not thinke the glosse Of smooth euasion, by your cunning sts, And coynage of your polliticians braine, Shall jig me off: I'le know't, I vow I will. Did not I note your darke abrupted ends Of words halfe spoke? your wel's, if all were knowne? Your short, I like not that? your girds, and Buts? Yes (Sir) I did: such broken language argues More matter then your subtilty shall hide: Tell me, what is't? by Honors selfe I'le know. What would you know, my Lord? I confesse I owe my life and seruice to you, as to my Prince; the one you haue, the other you may take from me at your pleasure: should I deuise matter to feed your distrust, or suggest likelihoods without appearance? what would you haue me say? I know nothing. Thou ly'st, dissembler; on thy brow I read Dstracted herrors figur'd in thy ookes. On thy alleageance, D'auolos, as e're Thou hop'st to liue in grace with vs, vnfold What by thy party halting of thy speech Thy knowledge can discouer: By the faith We beare to sacred Iustice, we protest, Be it or good, or euil, thy reward Shall be our speciall thanks, and loue vn-term'd: Speake, on thy duty, we thy Prince command. Oh my disaster! my Lord, I am so charm'd by those powerfull repetitions of loue and duty, that I cannot conceale what I know of your dishonor. Dishonor! then my soule is cleft with feare: I halfe presage my misery, say on; Speake it at once, for I am great with griefe. I trust your Highnesse will pardon mee, yet I will not deliuer a sillable which shall be lesse innocent then truth it selfe. By all our wish of ioyes, we pardon thee. Get from me cowardly seruility, my seruice is noble, and my loyalty an Armour of brasse: in short, my Lord, and plaine discouery, you are a Cuckold. Keepe in the word,—a Cuckold: Fernande is your Riuall, has stolne your Dutchesse heart, murther'd friendship, hornes your head, and laughes at your hornes.