Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
'twill make you surfeit, I am tender of you, Y'have all y'are like to have. Can this be earnest? It seems so and she honest. Have I not Thy promise Lily? Yes, and I have performed Enough to a man of your years, this is truth, And you shall find Sir, you have kissed and toused me, Handled my leg and foot, what would you more, Sir? As for the rest, it requires youth and strength, And th'labour in an old man would breed Agues, sciaticas, and Cramps; you shall not curse me, For taking from you what you cannot spare, Sir: Be good unto yourself, y'have ta'en already All you can take with ease; you are past threshing, It is a work too boisterous for you, leave Such drudgery to Andrew. How she jeers him? Lil Let Andrew alone with his own tillage, he's tough, and can manure it. Y'are a quean, A scoffing jeering quean. It may be so, but I'm sure, I'll ne'er be yours. Do not provoke me, If thou dost, I'll have my Farm again, and turn Thee out a-begging. Though you have the will, And want of honesty to deny your Deed, Sir, Yet I hope Andrew has got so much learning From my young Master, as to keep his own; At the worst, I'll tell a short tale to the Judges, For what grave ends you signed your Lease, and on What terms you would revoke it. Whore, thou dar'st not. Yield or I'll have thee whipped; How my blood boil, As if 'twere o'er a furnace! I shall cool it. Yet gentle Lily, pity and forgive me, I'll be a friend t'ye, such a loving bountiful friend— To avoid suits in Law, I would grant a little, But should fierce Andrew know it, what would become Of me? And. A whore, a whore. Nothing but well, Wench, I will put such a strong bit in his mouth As thou shalt ride him how thou wilt, my Lily: Nay, he shall hold the door, as I will work him, And thank thee for the Office. Take heed Andrew, These are shrewd temptations. Pray you know Your Cue, and second me Sir; By your worship's favour. Andrew! And. I come in time to take possession Of th'office you assign me; hold the door, Alas 'tis nothing for a simple man To stay without when a deep understanding Holds conference within, say with his wife a A trifle Sir, I know I hold my farm. In Cuckold's Tenure; you are Lord o'the soil Sir, Lilly is a West, a Stray, she's yours, to use Sir, I claim no interest in her. Art thou serious? Speak honest Andrew since thou hast over heard us, And wink at small faults, man; I'm but a piddler, A little will serve my turn, thou'lt find enough When I've my belly full; wilt thou be private And silent?
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Twill make you surfet, I am tender of you, Y'have all y'are like to have. Can this be earnest? It seemes so and she honest. Have I not Thy promise Lilly? Yes, and I have performed Enough to a man of your yeares, this is truth, And you shall finde Sir, you have kist and tows'd me, Handled my legge and foote, what would you more, Sir? As for the rest, it requires youth and strength, And th'labour in an old man would breed Agues, Sciaticaes, and Cramps; you shall not curse me, For taking from you what you cannot spare, Sir: Be good unto your selfe, y'have tane already All you can take with ease; you are past threshing, It is a worke too boisterous for you, leave Such drudgery to Andrew. How she jeeres him? Lil Let Andrew alone with his owne tillage, Hee's tough, and can manure it. Y'are a queane, A scoffing jeering queane. It may be so, but I'me sure, Ile nere be yours. Doe not provoke me, If thou do'st, Ile have my Farme againe, and turne Thee out a begging. Though you have the will, And want of honesty to deny your Deed, Sir, Yet I hope Andrew has got so much learning From my young Master, as to keepe his owne; At the worst, Ile tell a short tale to the Judges, For what grave ends you sign'd your Lease, and on What tearmes you would revoke it. Whore, thou dar'st not. Yeeld or Ile have thee whipt; How my bloud boiles, As if 'twere ore a furnace! I shall coole it. Yet gentle Lilly, pitie and forgive me, Ile be a friend t'ye, such a loving bountifull friend— To avoid suites in Law, I would grant a little, But should fierce Andrew know it, what would become Of me? And. A whore, a whore. Nothing but well, Wench, I will put such a strong bit in his mouth As thou shalt ride him how thou wilt, my Lilly: Nay, he shall hold the doore, as I will worke him, And thanke thee for the Office. Take heed Andrew, These are shrewd temptations. Pray you know Your Cue, and second me Sir; By your Worships favour. Andrew! And. I come in time to take possession Of th'office you assigne me; hold the doore, Alas 'tis nothing for a simple man To stay without when a deepe understanding Holds conference within, say with his wife a A trifle Sir, I know I hold my farme. In Cuckolds Tenure; you are Lord o'the soyle Sir, Lilly is a West, a Stray, shee's yours, to use Sir, I claime no interest in her. Art thou serious? Speake honest Andrew since thou hast ore heard us, And winke at small faults, man; I'me but a pidler, A little will serve my turne, thou'lt finde enough When I've my belly full; wilt thou be private And silent?