Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
My conjuration shall dispense with that; You may be up as early as you please; But hence tonight you shall not. You are powerful. This night, of purpose, I have parted beds, Feigning myself not well, to give you meeting; Nor can be aught suspected by my Wife, I have kept all so private: Now 'tis late, I'll steal up to my rest, But howsoever, Let's not be strange in our writing, that way daily We may confer without the least suspect, In spite of all such base calumnious tongues; So, Now goodnight sweet friend May he that made you So just and good, still guard you. Not to bed, So I perhaps might oversleep myself, And then my tardy waking might betray me To the more early household; Thus as I am, I'll rest me on this pillow; But in vain, I find no sleep can fasten on mine eyes, There are in this disturbed brain of mine So many mutinous fancies: This, to me, Will be a tedious night; How shall I spend it? No Book that I can spy? no company? A little let me recollect myself; Oh, what more wished company can I find, Suiting the apt occasion, time and place; Then the sweet contemplation of her Beauty; And the fruition too, time may produce, Of what is yet lent out? 'Tis a sweet Lady, And every way accomplished: Hath mere accident Brought me thus near, and I not visit her? Should it arrive here are, perhaps might breed Our lasting separation; For twixt Lovers, No quarrel's to unkindness; Sweet opportunity Offers prevention, and invites me to't: The house is known to me, the stairs and rooms; The way unto her chamber frequently Trodden by me at midnight, and all hours: How joyful to her would a meeting be, So strange and unexpected; Shadowed too Beneath the veil of night; I am resolved To give her visitation, in that place Where we have passed deep vows, her bedchamber: My fiery love this darkness makes seem bright, And and this the path that leads to my delight. And this the gate unto't; I'll listen first, Before too rudely I disturb her rest: And gentle breathing; Ha? she's sure awake, For in the bed two whisper, and their voices Appear to me unequal;— One a woman's— And hers;— Th' other should be no maids tongue, It bears too big a tone; And hark, they laugh; (Damnation) But list further; 'Tother sounds— Like— 'Tis the same false perjured traitor, Dalavill, To friend and goodness: unchaste impious woman, False to all faith, and true conjugal love; There's met, a Serpent and a crocodile; A Sinon and a Circe: Oh, to what May I Compare you?— But my Sword, I'll act a noble execution, On two unmatched for sordid villainy:— I left it in my Chamber, And thanks Heaven That I did to; It hath prevented me From playing a base Hangman: Since securely
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My coniuration shall dispence with that; You may be vp as early as you please; But hence to night you shall not. You are powerfull. This night, of purpose, I haue parted beds, Faining my selfe not well, to giue you meeting; Nor can be ought suspected by my Wife, I haue kept all so priuate: Now 'tis late, I'le steale vp to my rest, But howsoeuer, Let's not be strange in our writing, that way dayly We may conferre without the least suspect, In spight of all such base calumnious tongues; So, Now good-night sweet friend May he that made you So iust and good, still guard you. Not to bed, So I perhaps might ouer-sleepe my selfe, And then my tardy wakeing might beay me To the more early houshold; Thus as I am, I'le rest me on this Pallar; But in vaine, I finde no sleepe can fasten on mine eyes, There are in this disturbed braine of mine So many mutinous fancies: This, to me, Will be a tedious night; How shall I spend it? No Booke that I can spie? no company? A little let me recollect my selfe; Oh, what more wisht company can I find, Suiting the apt occasion, time and place; Then the sweet contemplation of her Beauty; And the fruition too, time may produce, Of what is yet lent out? 'Tis a sweet Lady, And euery way accomplisht: Hath meere accident Brought me thus neere, and I not visit her? Should it ariue here are, perhaps might breed Our lasting separation; For 'twixt Louers, No quarrell's to vnkindnesse; Sweet opportunity Offers preuention, and inuites me too't: The house is knowne to me, the staires and roomes; The way unto her chamber frequently Trodden by me at mid-night, and all houres: How ioyfull to her would a meeting be, So strange and unexpected; Shadowed too Beneath the vaile of night; I am resolu'd To giue her visitation, in that place Where we haue past deepe vowes, her bed-chamber: My fiery loue this darkenesse makes seeme bright, And and this the path that leades to my delight. And this the gate vntoo't; I'le listen first, Before too rudely I disturbe her rest: And gentle breathing; Ha? shee's sure awake, For in the bed two whisper, and their voyces Appeare to me vnequall;—One a womans— And hers;—Th' other should be no maids tongue, It beares too big a tone; And harke, they laugh; (Damnation) But list further; 'Tother sounds— Like—'Tis the same false periur'd traitor, Dalauill, To friend and goodnesse: Vnchast impious woman, False to all faith, and true coniugall loue; There's met, a Serpent and a Crockadell; A Synon and a Circe: Oh, to what May I Compare you?—But my Sword, I'le act a nobel execution, On two unmatcht for sorded vilianie:— I left it in my Chamber, And thankes That I did to; It hath preuented me From playing a base Hang-man: Since securely