Greville, Fulke · published 1633 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1598-c.1600] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I will no more smother confusedly This inward warre, where modesty and shame Would subiect sense to duties Tyrannie: Wronged with doubt I liue; a wife to lust, A stranger both to honor, loue, and trust. My friends despis'd, my seruants made my spies; No way, but by betraying me, to rise. Is this the only right of womanhood? Then know base Men, in whom all loue is lost, That wit moues wit; power, feare; feare, hate; No farther bondage hath a wiues estate. While Mahomet, that faithlesse hypocrite, Canker of loue, All-ill in one, that man Shew'd loue to me; Alaham was wroth, an husbands honour touch'd, He vile, I worse: the eyes of Iealousie Seeing her owne disease in him, and me. But since this wretch, with his aspiring craft, To Alaham hath falsly sold my shame, My iniuries and dishonours are his fame: And shall this traffike of ambition thriue, And bury vs in modesty aliue? No Caine: For thy example I resolue To study spite, and practise cruelty: Scorne else will grow their sport, our falls their fame, That glory to deceiue, and ioy in shame. But what means this? Alaham hasts to the Crowne; He tries, moues, breakes all that will not be bowed; Those only stand which helpe his father downe. Wife is a priuate name: Ambitions wayes Lie not within the bounds ofloue, but vse: When things are ripe, I must be ouerthrowne. And shall I lose my selfe in idle lust? Each Vassall is as grea● as Queenes in it. Princes haue strength, they erre for Empire must. What feare I then? Eame that is great, is good: Hazard all men behold with reuerent eyes; And must we only in remorse be wise? No, no: My heart, and State doe more embrace: Purple shall hide my lust, a Crowne my shame: Passion with passions hath such vnity, As one must euer be anothers frame. Beyond the truth I am in louing Caine: The monuments of lust are secrecy, Suspition, shame, remorse, aduersity, If Caine be King; the wayes to that are change, Wrong, hazard, care, ruine, confusion, blood; Poore thoughts, that feare, or rest, haue neuer good. My partie's strong: I build vpon the vice, Question the yoke of Princes, husband, law; My good successe breakes all the links of awe. Then Chance! be thou my friend: Desire! my guide. My heart extended is to great attempts, Which, if they speed, eternize shall my fame; If not, 'tis glory to excell in shame. Loe where my Husband comes! Now reason must Disguise these passions, lest I lose my end; Who hides his minde is to himselfe a friend. King of my selfe! Redeemer of our fame! What secret clouds doe ouercast your heart? Counsell, and time doe both worke one effect, And either cure, or cleare what we suspect. My wounds can haue no cure; my feares haue cast Nature, and truth into afflictions moulds; The workes of time, and counsell both are past. When hearts once from themselues are runne astray, Chance must their guide be, violence their way.
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I will no more smother confusedly This inward warre, where modesty and shame Would subiect sense to duties Tyrannie: Wronged with doubt I liue; a wife to lust, A stranger both to honor, loue, and trust. My friends despis'd, my seruants made my spies; No way, but by betraying me, to rise. Is this the only right of womanhood? Then know base Men, in whom all loue is lost, That wit moues wit; power, feare; feare, hate; No farther bondage hath a wiues estate. While Mahomet, that faithlesse hypocrite, Canker of loue, All-ill in one, that man Shew'd loue to me; Alaham was wroth, an husbands honour touch'd, He vile, I worse: the eyes of Iealousie Seeing her owne disease in him, and me. But since this wretch, with his aspiring craft, To Alaham hath falsly sold my shame, My iniuries and dishonours are his fame: And shall this traffike of ambition thriue, And bury vs in modesty aliue? No Caine: For thy example I resolue To study spite, and practise cruelty: Scorne else will grow their sport, our falls their fame, That glory to deceiue, and ioy in shame. But what means this? Alaham hasts to the Crowne; He tries, moues, breakes all that will not be bowed; Those only stand which helpe his father downe. Wife is a priuate name: Ambitions wayes Lie not within the bounds ofloue, but vse: When things are ripe, I must be ouerthrowne. And shall I lose my selfe in idle lust? Each Vassall is as grea as Queenes in it. Princes haue strength, they erre for Empire must. What feare I then? Eame that is great, is good: Hazard all men behold with reuerent eyes; And must we only in remorse be wise? No, no: My heart, and State doe more embrace: Purple shall hide my lust, a Crowne my shame: Passion with passions hath such vnity, As one must euer be anothers frame. Beyond the truth I am in louing Caine: The monuments of lust are secrecy, Suspition, shame, remorse, aduersity, If Caine be King; the wayes to that are change, Wrong, hazard, care, ruine, confusion, blood; Poore thoughts, that feare, or rest, haue neuer good. My partie's strong: I build vpon the vice, Question the yoke of Princes, husband, law; My good successe breakes all the links of awe. Then Chance! be thou my friend: Desire! my guide. My heart extended is to great attempts, Which, if they speed, eternize shall my fame; If not, 'tis glory to excell in shame. Loe where my Husband comes! Now reason must Disguise these passions, lest I lose my end; Who hides his minde is to himselfe a friend. King of my selfe! Redeemer of our fame! What secret clouds doe ouercast your heart? Counsell, and time doe both worke one effect, And either cure, or cleare what we suspect. My wounds can haue no cure; my feares haue cast Nature, and truth into afflictions moulds; The workes of time, and counsell both are past. When hearts once from themselues are runne astray, Chance must their guide be, violence their way.