Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I forgive him: For though it was ill meant, yet did it sort By accident unto my good. But will Our Laws permit a Ravisher to live? No, no Montanus: let him live, and envy Our present happiness. Cover, you Gods, The world in public ruin, or else show me A way to hide my shame. What will he do? He will go hang himself: what plots he had To fool himself with! They that practise tricks Find them as jades, that throw 'em first, then kick 'em As his has done. Come shepherds, let's away, And solemnize these nuptials. Stay Montanus, Did the King send for you? He did. And how? The message came from Thyrsis. I'll go with you: 'Tis strange the King should send for you: pray heaven Thyrsis have done no mischief there, he's handsome, Of a good grace, and moving eloquence: Perhaps some Lady may have taken him Up for herself, and he, I'll lay a wager, Will be so squeamish, that if Sylvia Come in his mind, he ne'er will do her reason, And then her plot will be how to betray him: Would I were in his place. I would thou wert, So he were safe. I would comply, ne'er fear it; They live a heavenly life of love in Court, To that which we do here; a Mistress there Will satisfy the longings of her lover, And never trouble Hymen for the matter: Then if they like not, they may look elsewhere, Thou wilt be punished one day for thy mischief. The mischief's in my tongue, I ne'er do any. No, I have heard that Stella was with child By thee, and thou must father it. Who, I? Take me at that once, fathering of children, And make me common father of them all: A child's a pretty thing, and I should joy To see one of mine own. I'll tell thee truth Montanus, by this hand I never lay With any woman in my life. How then? You' have courted all; who is it that Mirtillus Has not professed to love? I do confess it, And that is all I could do; for before I could get earnest of any one's love, To whom I made address; even she would say, You have another mistress, go to her, I will not be her stale: and so by this means, Nor this, nor that would do me any reason. You had ill luck, it seems, 'twas not your fault. No, for if they would believe me, I did swear I had no other. Pray, Montanus, tell me, For you have known the several ways of wooing, Which is the best, and safest? O Mirtillus, Grey hairs have put the wilder thoughts of love Out of my head; cold blood and frozen limbs, Fright all those heats away, in place of which Discretion and sobriety should come.
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I forgive him: For though it was ill meant, yet did it ſort By accident unto my good. But will Our Lawes permit a Raviſher to live? No, no Montanus: let him live, and envie Our preſent happineſſe. Cover, you Gods, The world in publique ruine, or elſe ſhew me A way to hide my ſhame. What will he doe? He will go hang himſelfe: what plots hee had To foole himſelfe with! They that practiſe tricks Finde them as jades, that throw 'em firſt, then kick 'em As his has don. Come ſhepheards, lets away, And ſolemnize theſe nuptials. Stay Montanus, Did the King ſend for you? He did. And how? The meſſage came from Thyrſis. I'le goe with you: 'Tis ſtrange the King ſhould ſend for you: pray heaven Thyrſis have done no miſchiefe there, he's hanſome, Of a good grace, and moving eloquence: Perhaps ſome Lady may have taken him Up for her ſelfe, and he, Ile lay a wager, Will be ſo ſqueamiſh, that if Sylvia Come in his minde, he ne're will do her reaſon, And then her plot will be how to betray him: Would I were in his place. I would thou wert, So he were ſafe. I would comply, ne're feare it; They live a heavenly life of love in Court, To that which we do here; a Miſtreſſe there Will ſatisfie the longings of her lover, And never trouble Hymen for the matter: Then if they like not, they may looke elſe-where, Thou wilt be puniſht one day for thy miſchiefe. The miſchiefe's in my tongue, I ne're do any. No, I have heard that Stella was with childe By thee, and thou muſt father it. Who, I? Take me at that once, fathering of children, And make me common father of them all: A child's a prettie thing, and I ſhould joy To ſee one of mine owne. Ile tell thee truth Montanus, by this hand I never lay With any woman in my life. How then? You' have courted all; who is it that Mirtillus Has not profeſt to love? I do confeſſe it, And that is all I could do; for before I could get earneſt of any ones love, To whom I made addreſſe; even ſhe would ſay, You have another miſtreſſe, go to her, I wil not be her ſtale: and ſo by this meanes, Nor this, nor that would do me any reaſon. You had ill lucke, it ſeemes, 'twas not your fault. No, for if they would beleeve me, I did ſweare I had no other. Pray, Montanus, tell me, For you have knowne the ſeverall waies of wooing, Which is the beſt, and ſafeſt? O Mirtillus, Gray haires have put the wilder thoughts of love Out of my head; cold blood and frozen limbes, Fright all thoſe heates away, in place of which Diſcretion and ſobriety ſhould come.