Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.89 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Why sweetheart; why husband; why Iohn; do you leave your Wife behind, to be taken up by everybody? Now the love of man's society defend me from this abuser of creation. Come not near me thou man of clouts; thou malkin of virility; thou half woman, and all beast: or with these nails I will tear out thine eyes, and all the double things are left about thee. Be milder gentle mistress. There's nothing in me Appears unto myself so full of guilt It should deserve reproach from you a stranger. There's nothing in you indeed sir; your friend hath given me your character. You pretend to hate women, because women have reason to hate you. I hate women! Now by my love of pleasure, no delight Hath any relish on the wanton palate Of my desires; unless some mixture season it That is derived from them. Yes sir; you may take delight in them, but they little in you. Come not too near, there's infection in it: my blood desires no freezing. The Summer of my youth is not yet half spent; or if it were Autumn with me, high feeding and ease requires something. She takes me for an Eunuch. Sure my friend Hath overdone his part; and drawn the counterfeit Too near the life of truth. Sweet Mistress hear The language of my heart that cannot gloss My plainer thoughts with superficial words. I love you; my desires are throughly fired, And burn my blood: which but your free enjoying Nothing can quench. Why, I am a woman sir. I think you are; and one made up for pleasure, More than the dull converse of what's defective. You say true sir: I hear it with a heavy heart. But I hope sir, you would not have me make my husband a Cuckold. Fie, that's a gross construction; only shame And common knowledge doth it, not the act Of a wife's wantonness. I need no instructions for secrecy. Trust me a handsome Gentleman. The wickedness of his friend to believe him so. Dare you kiss me sir? A pledge for what should follow. You shall do what you will with me, but making my husband Cuckold. No more of that. Nay, this way. What, back again! No by my Strand-honesty. I'll to Tottenham-court after my husband. If there be that necessity at any time that I must make my husband a Cuckold, I'll do it before his face: any Citizens Wife can do it behind her husband's back. Your will disposeth mine: we there may find Handsome conveniences; and I'll renew My counterfeit of woman-hater: it May cast a mist before his jealous eyes Would watch us else. I hope y'are satisfied: but to what end this change should serve, I would fain be instructed. I'll tell you. When we feared pursuit, we left our horses, and the high way. The horses are surely found; and by them my being hereabouts may be conjectured. Now this disguise shall help me to scape their search.
Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?)
Theater
Salisbury Court;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1077 · TCP A07978 · DEEP 899
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 498–536 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 33 in this edition
Length
506 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.895 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why sweetheart; why husband; why Iohn; doe you leave your Wife behind, to bee taken up by every body? Now the love of mans society defend mee from this abuser of creation. Come not neere mee thou man of clouts; thou maulkin of virilitie; thou halfe woman, and all beast: or with these nayles I will teare out thine eyes, and all the double things are left about thee. Be milder gentle mistris. There's nothing in me Appears unto my selfe so full of guilt It should deserve reproach from you a stranger. There's nothing in you indeed sir; your friend hath given me your character. You pretend to hate women, because women have reason to hate you. I hate women! Now by my love of pleasure, no delight Hath any relish on the wanton palat Of my desires; unlesse some mixture season it That is deriv'd from them. Yes sir; you may take delight in them, but they little in you. Come not too neere, there's infection in it: my blood desires no freezing. The Summer of my youth is not yet halfe spent; or if it were Autumne with mee, high feeding and ease requires something. She takes me for an Eunuch. Sure my friend Hath overdone his part; and drawne the counterfeit Too neere the life of truth. Sweet Mistris heare The language of my heart that cannot glosse My plainer thoughts with superficiall words. I love you; my desires are throughly fir'd, And burne my bloud: which but your free enjoying Nothing can quench. Why, I am a woman sir. I thinke you are; and one made up for pleasure, More then the dull converse of what's defective. You say true sir: I heare it with a heavy heart. But I hope sir, you would not have me make my husband a Cuckold. Fie, that's a grosse construction; onely shame And common knowledge doth it, not the act Of a Wifes wantonnesse. I need no instructions for secrecie. Trust mee a handsome Gentleman. The wickednesse of his friend to beleeve him so. Dare you kisse me sir? A pledge for what should follow. You shall doe what you will with me, but making my husband Cuckold. No more of that. Nay, this way. What, back againe! No by my Strand-honesty. Ile to Totenham-court after my husband. If there be that necessity at any time that I must make my husband a Cuckold, I'le doe it before his face: any Citizens Wife can doe it behind her husbands backe. Your will disposeth mine: we there may finde Handsome conveniences; and I'le renew My counterfeit of woman-hater: it May cast a mist before his jealous eyes Would watch us else. I hope y'are satisfied: but to what end this change should serve, I would faine be instructed. I'le tell you. When we fear'd pursuit, we left our horses, and the high way. The horses ae surely found; and by them my being hereabouts may bee conjectur'd. Now this disguise shall helpe me to scape their search.