Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I were too much wicked to suspect your honour And in this place. This place, the place were good enough If you were bad enough, and as prepared As I, there have been stories that some have Struck many dear within the Park: Foul play, If I did think your honour had a thought To Venture at unlawful game, I should Ha brought less confidence. Ha Tryer, What does he follow us? To show I dare Be bold upon your virtue, take no notice I'll waft him back again, my Lord walk forward. Thus far alone? yet why do I suspect? Hang jealousy 'tis nought, it breeds too many Wormes in our braines, and yet she might ha suffered m, Master Lacy, and his bride! I was wont to have one always in my chamber. Thou sha'thave a whole choir of Nightingales. I heard it yesterday warble so prettily. They say 'tis lucky, when it is the first Bird that salutes our ear. Do you believe it. I am of his mind, and love a happy Augury. Observe the first note always Cuckoo? Is this the Nightingale? Why do you look so? Are not we married, I wood not have been a bachelor to have heard it. To them they say 'tis fatal. And to married men Cuckoo is no delightful note, I shall Be superstitious. let's walk a little further. I wait upon thee, hark still ha ha ha. I am not much in love with the broad ditty. Frank Tryer, I ha' been seeking thee About the Park. What to do, To be merry for half an hour, I find A scurvy Melancholy Creep upon me, I'll try what sack will do, I ha' sent my footman To th' Maurice for a bottle, we shall meet him, I'll tell thee tother story of my Lady. I'll wait on you. But that she is my sister, I'd ha' thee forswear women, but let's walk. This way they marched, I hope they won't leap The pale, I do not know the disposition Of my capering gentleman, and therefore two not Be indiscretion to observe him, things Must be a little better reconciled, The Nightingale— this can presage no hurt, But I shall lose my Pigeons, they are in view Fair and far off. He must be a Pegasus that beats me. Yet your confidence may deceive you, you will tide Against a jockey, that has horsemanship. A jockey, a jackanapes a horseback rather, A Monkey or a Masty dog would show A Giant to him, and I were Alexander I would lay the world upon my Mare, she shall Run with the devil for a hundred pieces, Make the match who will. Not I, you shall excuse me, Nor would I win his money. Whose? The devils, my gold has burnt this 12. months in my pocket, A little of his amongst, would scorch my thighs And make such tinder of my linings, that My breeches never after, would hold money, But let these pass; where's Lacy and his Bride?
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I were too much wicked to suspect your honour And in this place. This place, th place were good nough If you were bad enough, and as prepar'd As I, there have beene stories that some hav Strucke many deere within the Parke: Foule play, If I did thinke your honour had a thought To Venture at unlawfull game, I should Ha brought lesse confidence. Ha Tryer, What does he follow us? To shew I dare Be bold upon your vertue, tak no notic Ile waft him back agn, my Lord walke forward. Thus farre alone? yet why doe I suspect? Hang jealousie tis naught, it breeds too many Wormes in our braines, and yet she might ha suffered m, Master Lacy, and his bride! I was wont to have one alwayes in my chambr. Thou sha't have a whole quire of Nightingales. I heard it yesterday warble so prettily. They say tis luckie, when it is the first Bird that salutes our eare. Doe you beleeve it. I am of his minde, and love a happy Augury. Observe the first note alwayes Cuckoo? Is this the Nightingale? Why doe you looke so? Are not we marryed, I wood not have beene a bachelour to have heard it. To them they say tis fatall. And to marryed men Cuckoo is no delightfull not, I shall Be superstitious. Lets walke a little furthr. I waite upon thee, harke still ha ha ha. I am not much in love with the broad ditty. Frank Tryer, I ha beene seeking thee About the Parke. What to doe, To be merry for halfe an hour, I finde A scurvie Melancholy Creepe upon me, Ile trye what sacke will doe, I ha sent my footman To th' Maurice for a bottle, we shall meete him, Ile tell thee to'ther story of my Lady. Ile waite on you. But that she is my sistr, Ide ha thee forsware women, but lets walk. This way they marched, I hop thy wonot leape The pale, I do not know the disposition Of my capring gentleman, and therefore two not Be indiscretion to observe him, thinges Must be a little better reconcil'd, The Nightingale—this can presage no hurt, But I shall lose my Pigeons, they are in view Faire and farre off. He must be a Pegaus that beates me. Yet your confidence may deceive you, you will tide Against a Iockey, that has horse-manshippe. A Iocky, a Iackanapes a horse-backe rather, A Monkey or a Masty dogge would shew A Giant to him, and I were Alexander I would lay the world upon my Mare, she shall Run with the devill for a hundred peeces, Make the match who will. Not I, you shall excuse me, Nor would I win his money. Whose? The devils, my gold has burnt this 12. moneths in my pockt, A little of his amongst, would scorch my thighes And make such tinder of my linings, that My breeches never after, would hold mony, But let these passe; wheres Lacy and his Bride?