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 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
So would the he you talk to, Romanello, Without a noise that's singular. she's a Countess Flavia, she; but she has an Earl her Husband, Though far from our procurement. Castamela Is refused then. Never designed my Choice, You know and I know (Livio) more I tell thee, A noble honesty ought to give allowance, When reason intercedes; by all that's manly, I range not in derision but compassion. Intelligence flies swiftly. Pretty swiftly; We have compared the Copy with the Original, And find no disagreement. So my Sister Can be no wife for Romanello? No, no, One Noah once more and ever;— this your courtesy Foiled me a second;— Sir, you brought a welcome, You must not part without it; scan with pity My plainness, I intend nor gall, nor quarrel. Far be't from me to press a blame, great Lady; I kiss your noble hands, and to these Gentlemen Present a civil parting; Romanello, By the next foot-Post thou wilt hear some news Of alteration; if I send, come to me. Questionless, yea. My thanks may quit the favour. Brother his intercourse of conference, Appears at once perplexed, but withal sensible. Doubts easily resolved; upon your virtues The whole foundation of my peace is grounded: I'll guard ye to your home, lost in one comfort Here I have found another. Goodness prosper it. NO more of these complaints and clamours; Have we nor enemies abroad, Nor waking Sycophants, Who peering through our actions, wait occasion By which they watch to lay advantage open To vulgar descant, but amongst ourselves Some whom we call our own must practise scandal (Out of a liberty of ease and fullness) Against our honour, we shall quickly order Strange reformation Sirs, and you will find it. When Servants servants, slaves, once relish licence Of good opinion from a noble nature, They take upon them boldness to abuse Such interest, and Lord it o'er their fellows, As if they were exempt from that condition. He is unfit to manage public matters Who knows not how to rule at home his household; You must be jealous (puppy) of a Boy too; Raise uproars, (bandy noise) amongst young Maidens; Keep revels in your madness, use authority Of giving punishment; a fool must fool ye; And this is all but pastime, as you think it. With your good Lordship's favour, since, Spadone Confessed it was a gullery put on Secco, For some revenge meant me. He vowed it truth Before the Ladies in my hearing. Sirrah, I'll turn you to your shop again and trinkets, Your suds and pan of small-coal; take your damsel The grand old rag, of beauty; your death's head; Try then what custom reverence can trade in; Fiddle, and play your pranks amongst your neighbours; That all the town may roar ye; now ye simper And look like a shaved skull. This comes of prating.
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So would the hee you talke to, Romanello, Without a noise that's singular. Shees a Countesse Flavia, shee; but she has an Earle her Husband, Though farre from our procurement. Castamela Is refus'd then. Never design'd my Choyce, You know and I know (Livio) more I tell thee, A noble honestie ought to give allowance, When reason intercedes; by all that's manly, I range not in derision but compassion. Intelligence flies swiftly. Pretty swiftly; We have compar'd the Copie with the Originall, And finde no disagreement. So my Sister Can be no wife for Romanello? No, no, One noe once more and ever;—this your courtesie Foild me a second;—Sir, you brought a welcome, You must not part without it; scan with pittie My plainnesse, I intend nor gall, nor quarrell. Far bee't from me to presse a blame, great Lady; I kisse your noble hands, and to these Gentlemen Present a civill parting; Romanello, By the next foot-Post thou wilt heare some newes Of alteration; if I send, come to me. Questionlesse, yea. My thanks may quit the favor. Brother his intercourse of conference, Appeares at once perplext, but withall sensible. Doubts easily resolv'd; upon your vertues The whole foundation of my peace is grounded: Ile guard yee to your home, lost in one comfort Heere I have found another. Goodnesse prosper it. NO more of these complaints and clamors; Have we nor enemies abroad, Nor waking Sycophants, Who peering through our actions, wait occasion By which they watch to lay advantage open To vulgar descant, but amongst our selves Some whom we call our owne must practise scandall (Out of a libertie of ease and fulnesse) Against our honour, we shall quickly order Strange reformation Sirs, and you will finde it. When Servants servants, slaves, once relish license Of good opinion from a noble nature, They take upon them boldnesse to abuse Such interest, and Lord it ore their fellowes, As if they were exempt from that condition. He is unfit to mannage publique matters Who knowes not how to rule at home his hoshould; You must be jealous (puppie) of a Boy too; Raise uprores, (bandie noise) amongst young Maidens; Keepe revels in your madnesse, use authoritie Of giving punishment; a foole must foole ye; And this is all but pastime, as you thinke it. With your good Lordships favor, since, Spadone Confest it was a gullery put on Secco, For some revenge meant me. He vow'd it truth Before the Ladies in my hearing. Sirrah, Ile turne you to your shop agen and trinkets, Your suds and pan of small-cole; take your damzell The grand old ragge, of beautie; your deaths head; Try then what custome reverence can trade in; Fiddle, and play your pranks amongst your neighbours; That all the towne may roare ye; now ye simper And looke like a shav'd skull. This comes of prating.