Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Yet Women sure in such a case are ever More secret than men are. Yea and talk less. That is a truth much fabled, never found You secret? when your Dresses blab your vanities; Carnation for your Points? there's a gross babbler: Tawny, heigh ho, the pretty heart is wounded. A knot of Willow Ribbons she's forsaken? Another rides the Cockhorse, green and azure, Wince and cry we he like a Colt unbroken: But desperate black puts 'em in mind of fish days; When Lent spurs on Devotion, there's a famine: Yet love and judgement may help all this pother. Where are they? not in females? In all sorts of men no doubt. Else they were sots to choose. To swear and flatter, sometimes lie for profit. Not so forsooth, should love and judgement meet, The old, the fool; the ugly and deformed Could never be beloved; for example, Behold these two; this Madam and this shaver. I do defy thee; am I old or ugly? Tricks, knacks, devices, now it trolls about. troll let it stripling, thou hast yet firm footing And needst not fear the Cuckold's livery. There's good Philosophy for't, take this for comfort, No horned Beasts have teeth in either gums: But thou art toothed on both sides, though she fail in't. He's not jealous Sirrah. That's his Fortune, Women indeed more jealous are then Men; But men have more cause. There a rubbed your forehead, 'twas a tough blow. It smarts. Pox on him, let him Put's finger into any Gums of mine, He shall find I have teeth about me, sound ones. You are a scurvy fellow, and I am made a coke's, an Ass; and this same filthy crone's a flirt. Whope do me no harm good Woman. Now now he's in, I must not leave him so. Morosa, what means this? I know not I, He pinched me, called me names, most filthy names. Will ye part hence Sir, I will set ye packing. You were indeed too broad, too violent. Here's nothing meant but mirth. The Gentleman Hath been a little pleasant. Somewhat bitter Against our sex. For which I promise him A ne'er proves choice of mine. Not I your choice. So she protested Signior. Indeed. Why you are moved Sir? Hence, there enters A civiller companion for fair Ladies Then such a sloven. Beauties. Time prevents us, Love and sweet thoughts accompany this presence. Enough, slip off, and on your life be secret. A lovely day, young creatures. To you Floria; To you Clarella, Silvia, to all service: But who is this fair stranger? Castamela, My Sister, noble Lord. Let ignorance Of what you were, plead my neglect of manners, And this soft touch excuse it, y'have enriched This little family (most excellent Virgin) With th'honour of your company. I find them Worthily graceful Sir. Are ye so taken?
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Yet Women sure in such a case are ever More secret then men are. Yea and talke lesse. That is a truth much fabled, never found You secret? when your Dresses blab your vanities; Carnation for your Points? there's a grosse babler: Tawny, hey ho, the pretty heart is wounded. A knot of Willow Ribbands she's forsaken? Another rides the Cock-horse, green and azure, Wince and cry wee hee like a Colt unbroken: But desperate black puts em in minde of fish daies; When Lent spurres on Devotion, there's a famine: Yet love and judgement may helpe all this pudder. Where are they? not in females? In all sorts of men no doubt. Else they were sots to choose. To sweare and flatter, sometimes ly for profit. Not so forsooth, should love and judgement meet, The old, the foole; the ugly and deform'd Could never be beloved; for example, Behold these two; this Madam and this shaver. I doe defie thee; am I old or ugly? Tricks, knacks, devices, now it troules about. Troule let it stripling, thou hast yet firme footing And needst not feare the Cuckolds livory. There's good Philosophie fort, take this for comfort, No horned Beasts have teeth in either gummes: But thou art tooth'd on both sides, tho she faile in't. He's not jealous Sirrah. That's his Fortune, Women indeed more jealous are then Men; But men have more cause. There a rub'd your forehead, 'twas a tough blow. It smarts. Pox on him, let him Put's finger into any Gums of mine, He shall finde I have teeth about me, sound ones. You are a scurvie fellow, and I am made a Cokes, an Asse; and this same filthy Cron's a flirt. Whope do me no harme good Woman. Now now he's in, I must not leave him so. Morosa, what meanes this? I know not I, He pinched me, called me names, most filthy names. Will ye part hence Sir, I will set ye packing. You were indeed too broad, too violent. Here's nothing meant but mirth. The Gentleman Hath been a little pleasant. Somewhat bitter Against our sex. For which I promise him A nere proves choise of mine. Not I your choice. So she protested Signior. Indeed. Why you are mov'd Sir? Hence, there enters A civiller companion for faire Ladies Then such a sloven. Beauties. Time prevents us, Love and sweet thoughts accompany this presence. Enough, slip off, and on your life be secret. A lovely day, young creatures. To you Floria; To you Clarella, Silvia, to all service: But who is this faire stranger? Castamela, My Sister, noble Lord. Let ignorance Of what you were, plead my neglect of manners, And this soft touch excuse it, y'have inriched This little family (most excellent Virgin) With th'honour of your company. I finde them Worthily gracefull Sir. Are ye so taken?