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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
And so you clapped the bargain, the conceit on't Tickles your contemplation. 'Tis come out now, A Woman's tongue I see, some time or other Will prove her Traitor: This was all I sifted, And here have found thee wretched. We shall flourish. Feed high henceforth, man, and no more be straightened Within the limits of an empty patience: Nor tire our feeble eyes with gazing only On greatness, which enjoys the swinge of pleasures. But be ourselves the object of their envy, To whom a service would have seemed ambition. It was thy cunning Livio, I applaud it, Fear nothing; I'll be thrifty in thy projects: Want misery? may all such want as think on't; Our footing shall stand firm. You are much witty. Why Caestamcla, this to me? you counterfeit Most palpably. I am too well acquainted With thy condition Sister; if the Marquess Hath uttered one unchaste, one wanton syllable, Provoking thy contempt: not all the flatteries Of his assurance to our hopes of rising, Can or shall slave our souls. Indeed not so Sir, You are beside the point, most gentle Signior, I'll be no more your ward, no longer chambered, Nor mewed up to the lure of your Devotion: Trust me, I must not, will not, dare not; surely I cannot for my promise past; and sufferance Of former trials hath too strongly armed me: You may take this for answer. In such earnest? Hath goodness left thee quite? fool thou art wandering In dangerous fogs, which will corrupt the purity Of every noble virtue dwelled within thee. Come home again, home Castamela Sister; Home to thine own simplicity, and rather Than yield thy memory up to the Witchcraft Of an abused confidence; be courted For Romanello. Romanello. scorn'st thou The name? thy thoughts I find then are changed rebels To all that's honest, that's to truth and honour. So Sir, and in good time. Thou art fall'n suddenly Into a pleurisy of faithless impudence; A whorish itch infects thy blood; a leprosy Of raging lust, and thou art mad to prostitute The glory of thy Virgin dower basely For common sale. This foulness must be purged, Or thy disease will rankle to a pestilence, Which can even taint the very air about thee: But I shall study Physic. Learn good manners: I take it you are saucy. Saucy? strumpet In thy desires: 'tis in my power to cut off The twist thy life is spun by. Phew, you rave now: But if you have not perished all your reason, Know I will use my freedom; you (forsooth) For change of fresh apparel, and the pocketing Of some well looking Ducats, were contented, Passingly pleased, yes marry were you (mark it) To expose me to the danger now you rail at. Brought me, nay forced me hither, without question Of what might follow, here you find the issue: And I distrust not but it was th' appointment Of some succeeding fate that more concerned me Then widowed virginity.
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And so you clapt the bargaine, the conceit on't Tickles your contemplation. 'Tis come out now, A Womans tongue I see, some time or other Will prove her Traytor: This was all I sifted, And here have found thee wretched. We shall flourish. Feed high henceforth, man, and no more be streightend Within the limits of an emptie patience: Nor tire our feeble eyes with gazing onely On greatnes, which enjoyes the swindge of pleasures. But be our selves the object of their envie, To whom a service would have seem'd ambition. It was thy cunning Livio, I applaud it, Feare nothing; Ile be thrifty in thy projects: Want misery? may all such want as thinke on't; Our footing shall stand firme. You are much witty. Why Caestamcla, this to me? you counterfeit Most palpablie. I am too well acquainted With thy condition Sister; if the Marquesse Hath utter'd one unchaste, one wanton syllable, Provoking thy contempt: not all the flatteries Of his assurance to our hopes of rising, Can or shall slave our soules. Indeed not so Sir, You are beside the point, most gentle Signior, Ile be no more your ward, no longer chamber'd, Nor mew'd up to the lure of your Devotion: Trust me, I must not, will not, dare not; surely I cannot for my promise past; and sufferance Of former trialls hath too strongly arm'd me: You may take this for answer. In such earnest? Hath goodnes left thee quite? foole thou art wandring In dangerous fogges, which will corrupt the puritie Of every noble vertue dwelt within thee. Come home againe, home Castamela Sister; Home to thine owne simplicitie, and rather Then yeeld thy memorie up to the Witch-craft Of an abused confidence; be courted For Romanello. Romanello. Scornst thou The name? thy thoughts I finde then are chang'd rebells To all that's honest, that's to truth and honour. So Sir, and in good time. Thou art falne suddainly Into a plurisie of faithlesse impudence; A whorish itch infects thy blood; a leprosie Of raging lust, and thou art madde to prostitute The glory of thy Virgin dower basely For common sale. This foulenesse must be purg'd, Or thy disease will ranckle to a pestilence, Which can even taint the very ayre about thee: But I shall studie Physick. Learne good manners: I take it you are sawcie. Sawcie? strumpet In thy desires: 'tis in my power to cut off The twist thy life is spunne by. Phew, you rave now: But if you have not perished all your reason, Know I will use my freedome; you (forsooth) For change of fresh apparell, and the pocketting Of some well looking Duccats, were contented, Passinglie pleas'd, yes marry were you (marke it) To expose me to the danger now you raile at. Brought me, nay forc'd me hither, without question Of what might follow, here you finde the issue: And I distrust not but it was th' appointment Of some succeeding fate that more concern'd me Then widdowed virginity.