Greville, Fulke · published 1633 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1598-c.1600] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
By whom? By them that hate, because they loue. And eithers kindnesse doe in mischiefe proue. What is my fault? That thou of fault are free. What his reward? Their loue that malice thee. Where lies my hope? To kill, or to be kill'd. A wicked choice, where mischiefe is the best. Is their delight in shedding guiltlesse blood? What moues the wicked else to hate the good? Who be the men? I to my selfe am free; But faith forbids to tell what others be. Disperse these clouds: Secrecy is euils friend; Neutrality hath neuer noble end. Tell me their names, that I my foes may know, And you, with honor, from ill friendship goe. I witnesse take of these light-bearing starres, Wherein the doomes are laid of mans desires; No lacke of hope, or power, to conceale; Remorse alone doth them, and me reueale. My wife hath compass'd Caine so cunningly As he hath sworne you, by his hand, shall dye. Vncredible it is to thinke men neuer change; To thinke they alter easily, is as strange. Vpon what grounds should this strange malice moue? Vpon what grounds doe men beginne to loue? What moued Caine? That which I may not see: For they loue well that doe in hate agree. Are truth and friendship but ambitious traps, To feed desire with all that she can get? Are words, and good turnes but hearts counterfeit? When enemies bid enemies take heed, They trust not them, and yet they will beware; For disaduantage growes of little care. Resolue to die; or else resolue to feare. Good Angells still protect the innocent: Hell would haue all, if harme were ill intent. Mischiefe still hides her selfe from them she hits In hopes, and feares of vnresoluing wits. I well know Caine: his nature to excesse Of good, or ill, is forc'd by industrie: In others spite lies his impietie. Appease your wife: for that must lie in you. Call vp the dead; for that is lesse to doe. A womans hate is euer dipt in blood, And doth exile all counsells that be good. Reason and truth shall pleade to her for me. The eyes of rage it selfe doe only see: And truth serues vnto rage, but for a glasse To decke her selfe in, and bring spite to passe. Reason to rage is like hands to a sore, Whose often stroking makes the anguish more. Impossible all counsell doth refuse. Let Caine be kill'd: and then my wife accuse. My heart shall first take counsell with my fate: If it foretell the worst, it teacheth feate; If it diuines no ill, how can it hate? If what shall fall it feeles not; I must beare. The time growes on: The King (I know) makes haste To sacrifice to God: For common ioyes Are made much dearer by the sorrowes past.
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By whom? By them that hate, because they loue. And eithers kindnesse doe in mischiefe proue. What is my fault? That thou of fault are free. What his reward? Their loue that malice thee. Where lies my hope? To kill, or to be kill'd. A wicked choice, where mischiefe is the best. Is their delight in shedding guiltlesse blood? What moues the wicked else to hate the good? Who be the men? I to my selfe am free; But faith forbids to tell what others be. Disperse these clouds: Secrecy is euils friend; Neutrality hath neuer noble end. Tell me their names, that I my foes may know, And you, with honor, from ill friendship goe. I witnesse take of these light-bearing starres, Wherein the doomes are laid of mans desires; No lacke of hope, or power, to conceale; Remorse alone doth them, and me reueale. My wife hath compass'd Caine so cunningly As he hath sworne you, by his hand, shall dye. Vncredible it is to thinke men neuer change; To thinke they alter easily, is as strange. Vpon what grounds should this strange malice moue? Vpon what grounds doe men beginne to loue? What moued Caine? That which I may not see: For they loue well that doe in hate agree. Are truth and friendship but ambitious traps, To feed desire with all that she can get? Are words, and good turnes but hearts counterfeit? When enemies bid enemies take heed, They trust not them, and yet they will beware; For disaduantage growes of little care. Resolue to die; or else resolue to feare. Good Angells still protect the innocent: Hell would haue all, if harme were ill intent. Mischiefe still hides her selfe from them she hits In hopes, and feares of vnresoluing wits. I well know Caine: his nature to excesse Of good, or ill, is forc'd by industrie: In others spite lies his impietie. Appease your wife: for that must lie in you. Call vp the dead; for that is lesse to doe. A womans hate is euer dipt in blood, And doth exile all counsells that be good. Reason and truth shall pleade to her for me. The eyes of rage it selfe doe only see: And truth serues vnto rage, but for a glasse To decke her selfe in, and bring spite to passe. Reason to rage is like hands to a sore, Whose often stroking makes the anguish more. Impossible all counsell doth refuse. Let Caine be kill'd: and then my wife accuse. My heart shall first take counsell with my fate: If it foretell the worst, it teacheth feate; If it diuines no ill, how can it hate? If what shall fall it feeles not; I must beare. The time growes on: The King (I know) makes haste To sacrifice to God: For common ioyes Are made much dearer by the sorrowes past.