Cowley, Abraham · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1633-1636] (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
How now? what are you both dumb? both thunderstruck? This was your plot Alupis. I'll begin. May his sheep rot, and he for want of food Be forced to eat them then; may every man Abuse him, and yet he not have the wit To abuse any man, may he never speak More sense than he did now; and may he never be rid of his old wife Truga, may his son In Law be a more famous Cuckold made Then any one I knew when I lived in the City. Fool as thou art, the Sun shall lose his course, And brightness too, ere Hylace her chastity. Oh no! ye Gods, may she be happy always, Happy in the embraces of Damoetas; And that shall be some comfort to my Ghost When I am dead; and dead I shall be shortly. May a disease seize upon all his Cattle, And a far worse on him; till he at last be carried to some Hospital i'the City, And there killed by a Chirurgeon for experience. And when he's gone, I'll wish this good thing for him, May the earth lie gently on him— that the dogs May tear him up the easier. A curse upon thee! And upon me for trusting thy fond counsels! Was this your cunning trick? why thou hast wounded My conscience and my reputation too, With what face can I look on the other Swains? Or who will ever trust me, who have broke My faith thus openly? A curse upon thee, This is the second time that thy persuasions Made me not only fool, but wicked too; I should have died in quiet else, and known No other wound, but that of her denial; Go now, and brag how thou hast used Palaemon, But yet methinks you might have chose some other For subject of your mirth, not me. Nor me. And yet if this had prospered (as I wonder Who it should be, betrayed us, since we three And Truga only knew it, whom, if she Betrayed us, I—) if this, I say, had prospered, You would have hugged me for inventing it, And him for putting it in act; foolish men That do not mark the thing but the event! Your judgements hang on Fortune, not on reason. Dost thou upbraid us too? First make us wretched, And then laugh at us? believe, Alupis, Thou shalt not long have cause to boast thy villainy. My villainy? do what ye can: you're fools, And there's an end; I'll talk with you no more, I had as good speak reason to the wind As you, that can but hiss at it. we will do more; Palaemon, come away, He hath wronged both; and both shall satisfy.
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How now? what are you both dumbe? both thunder-strooke? This was your plot Alupis. I'le begin. May his sheepe rotte, and he for want of food Be forc't to eat them then; may every man Abuse him, and yet he not have the wit To abuse any man, may he never speake More sence then he did now; and may he never Bee ridde of his old wife Truga, may his sonne In Law be a more famous Cuckold made Then any one I knew when I liv'd in the City. Foole as thou art, the Sun shall lose his course▪ And brightnesse too, ere Hylace her chastity. Oh no! yee Gods, may she be happy alwayes, Happy in the embraces of Damoetas; And that shall be some comfort to my Ghost When I am dead; and dead I shall be shortly. May a disease seize upon all his Cattle, And a farre worse on him; till he at last Bee carried to some Hospitall i'the City, And there kill'd by a Chirurgion for experience. And when hee's gone, Ile wish this good thing for him, May the earth lye gently on him— that the dogges May teare him up the easier. A curse upon thee! And upon me for trusting thy fond counsels! Was this your cunning trick? why thou hast wounded My conscience and my reputation too, With what face can I looke on the other Swaines? Or who will ever trust me, who have broke My faith thus openly? A curse upon thee, This is the second time that thy perswasions Made me not only foole, but wicked too; I should have dyed in quiet else, and knowne No other wound, but that of her denyall; Go now, and bragge how thou hast us'd Palaemon, But yet me thinkes you might have chose some other For subject of your mirth, not me. Nor me. And yet if this had prospered (as I wonder Who it should be, betray'd us, since we three And Truga only knew it, whom, if she Betray'd us, I—) if this, I say, had prospered, You would have hugg'd me for inventing it, And him for putting it in act; foolish men That doe not marke the thing but the event! Your judgements hang on Fortune, not on reason▪ Dost thou upbraid us too? First make us wretched, And then laugh at us? beleeve, Alupis, Thou shalt not long have cause to boast thy villany. My villany? doe what yee can: you're fooles, And there's an end; Ile talke with you no more, I had as good speake reason to the wind As you, that can but hisse at it. Wee will doe more; Palaemon, come away▪ He hath wrong'd both; and both shall satisfie.