Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
You are not; Jealous of me? Nor of my wife, I lie Alone discreetly, let my Madam play, Sit up a nights and gambol, And d'ee love her? At distance, as becomes a politic man, That would not sell his state to buy an heir, Our looks so seldom do converse, that if We should engender at the eyes, she would Not teem so often as an Elephant, fool's diet with There wives and be in danger of provocatives To frisk, and mount the table, precious pastime! Come thou art happy; that thy husband's absence Hath given thee occasion to be solitary, Trust not the air abroad by my example. Take heed of plots, and so goodnight. Good morrow. I thank you for your counsel but it needs not, I pitie the condition of this Gentleman, That makes his life a penance to seem wise, He talks of plots, and is the greatest enemy To himself with his vain fears, but why do I Discourse of misery without myself, That carry in my bosom every minute, All that can make a woman miserable? Thought of my husband wounds me, yet I cannot Be suffered to enjoy it, like a deer I am chased by foreign Hunters, and not left To think what cruelty at home pursues me. You might have known my pleasure, in good manners, Ere you admitted any. 'tis but a Page Madam, the poor child Wants years to offend. He serves the Lord Fitzamorous Beshrew your diligence. Who commends to your Fair hand these Jewels Madam. I prithee carry 'em back, their inside's poison, I would not be corrupted with the one, To betray other so, they cannot fright When you examine, if you knew his Lordship So well, as I would wish, you would accept And cherish these presentments, y'are the first Lady within my observation, That has took time, to ask her conscience The meaning of a Jewel, sent by a Lord, A young and handsome Lord too; 'tis a thing At Court, is not in fashion, and 'twere pitie One with so good a face, should be the precedent, Of such superfluous modesty. Does your Lord Instruct you thus? We take it of ourselves, Pages and waiting women are apt by nature To understand their office, you may be confident, My Lord means honourably, and as becomes A Gentleman of high blood, he will visit Your Ladyship. I shall not need, return him then my thanks, By messenger. I apprehend, And wish you a morning fair as your own beauty, My humblest duty. How black sin doth scatter Her seed betimes, and every ground is fruitful. Has she the Paper? And the jewel too. I know she'll chide me, but his Lordship's Bounty commands I should be serviceable. Away, and wantonness inspire me, Lady. More rude intrusions?
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You are not; Jealous of mee Nor of my wife, I lie Alone discreetlie, let my Madam plaie, Sit up a nights and gamboll, And dee love her? At distance, as becomes a polliticke man, That would not sell his state to buy an heire, Our lookes so seldome doe converse, that if We should engender at the eyes, she wod Not teeme so often as an Elephant, fooles diet with There wives and be in danger of provocatives To friske, and mount the table, precious pastime! Come thou art happie; that thy husbands absence Hath given thee occasion to be solitarie, Trust not the aie abroad by my example. Take heede of plotts, and soe good-night. Good morrow. I thanke you for your counsell but it needs not, I pittie the condition of this Gentleman, That makes his life a penance to seeme wise, He talkes of plotts, and is the greatest enemie To himselfe with his vaine feares, but why do I Discourse of miserie without my selfe, That carrie in my bosome everie minute, All that can make a woman miserable? Thought of my husband wounds me, yet I cannot Be suffered to injoy it, like a Deere I am chas'd by forraine Hunters, and not left To thinke what crueltie at home persues me. You might have knowne my pleasure, in good manners, Ere you admitted anie. Tis but a Page Madam, the poore child Wants yeeres to offend. He serves the Lord Fitzamorous Beshrew your diligence. Who commends to your Faire hand these Jewells Madam. I preethe carrie 'em backe, their insid's poyson, I would not be corrupted with the one, To betraie tother so, they cannot fright When you examine, if you knew his Lordship Soe well, as I would wish, you would accept And cherish these presentments, y'are the first Ladie within my observation, That has tooke time, to aske her conscience The meaning of a Jewell, sent by a Lord, A yong and hansome Lord too; 'tis a thing At Court, is not in fashion, and 'twere pittie One with so good a face, should be the presedent, Of such superfluous modestie. Does your Lord Instruct you thus? We take it of our selves, Pages and waiting women are apt by nature To understand their office, you may be confident, My Lord meanes honorably, and as becomes A Gentleman of high bloud, he will visite Your Lady-ship. I shall not neede, returne him then my thankes, By messenger. I apprehend, And wish you a morning faire as your owne beautie, My humblest dutie. How blacke sinne doth scatter Her seede betimes, and every ground is fruitfull. Has shee the Paper? And the jewell too. I know sheele chide me, but his Lordships Bounty commands I should bee serviseable. Away, and wantonnesse inspire me, Lady. More rude intrusions?