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 0.78 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
methinks your forehead's swollen sir. Truly no sir. There's no more than what hath been ever since I was his wife; fifteen years and upwards, a long time of barrenness. What the Devil make all these gentlemen in my dame's washhouse? Get ye up to your chambers with a vengeance. I wonder where my friend is. Hold, hold; I am drowned. George, what made you there? Mischief on you sir: you have spoilt me a pail of conduit water cost me many a weary step the fetching; beside the falls my sweetheart Slip gave me. Alas good gentleman; he hid himself from my Wife, and see what's happened. Hell take your wife and you. Accursed women, That in your curse made Man so. Fie George, scold presently after your cucking. Diogenes in dolio. And lamentation. Come forth George: now the Comedy is ended, away with the disguise. Women or devils, Made fair to be destruction's instrument. You seem to compassionate the mischance: Good heart: but that he cannot endure a woman, She should kiss him for amends. I think it would grieve any woman. I came hither for something else then to be railed at. Let's vex him no more Gentlemen. Come wife, He go sleep a little. There will be a safe opportunity for me. I love this Cuckold-making. Frank, though yourself intend a reformation, You might forbear me: this was your own plot. Why mine? I ne'er had resolution yet So stayed, but I could alter it for pleasure: Nor can I hate or envy it in others. I am sorry George you should drink water after your sweetmeats. Do not abuse me lest I think revenge: I am almost tempted to attempt it. The Gentlewoman hath withdrawn herself. What Gentlewoman? she in the satin gown. You know my meaning sir, she's as right— Thanks honest Robin. Here's for thee. I must thank you sir. I'll take the first opportunity. The gentlewoman is retired sir. What gentlewoman? You know my meaning. she's as right— Pox on your Pandarising. How now sir? I wonder what quantity of maiden modesty went to your making up. Few gentlemen of your complexion would have been angry with an honest Tapster for such intelligence. My Sister turned a common prostitute? I must discover it. The gentlewoman's gone into another chamber Sir. What gentlewoman? she in the satin gown. There's a bed: you know my meaning. she's as right— You are a rogue sirrah. Good sir, what mean you? Mutter that thought again: I'll cut thy tongue out. And kill anon, anon sir. But cold rewards. Had none any better; Panders would never purchase. I'll take the tapster's word, and try. Come gentlemen, let's up again. By this time George your sorrow's dry. And why should you think so Slip? If I find them not, count me no wiser than an Apothecary, that looked for Iewes ears on an old Pillory; When the dead wood bore none but Scriveners.
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 913–967 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 33 in this edition
Length
495 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Me thinks your forehead's swolne sir. Truly no sir. There's no more then what hath beene ever since I was his wife; fifteene yeeres and upwards, a long time of barrennesse. What the Divell make all these gentlemen in my Dames wash-house? Get yee up to your chambers with a vengeance. I wonder where my friend is. Hold, hold; I am drown'd. George, what made you there? Mischiefe on you sir: you have spoild mee a paile of conduit water cost mee many a weary step the fetching; beside the falls my sweet-heart Slip gave me. Alas good gentleman; he hid himselfe from my Wife, and see what's hapned. Hell take your wife and you. Accursed women, That in your curse made Man so. Fye George, scold presently after your cucking. Diogenes in dolio. And lamentation. Come forth George: now the Comedie is ended, away with the disguise. Women or divells, Made faire to be destructions instrument. You seeme to compassionat the mischance: Good heart▪ but that he cannot endure a woman, She should kisse him for amends. I thinke it would grieve any woman. I came hither for somthing else then to be rail'd at. Let's vexe him no more Gentlemen. Come wife, He goe sleepe a little. There will be a safe opportunitie for me. I love this Cuckold-making. Franke, though your selfe intend a reformation, You might forbeare me: this was your owne plot. Why mine? I ne're had resolution yet So stay'd, but I could alter it for pleasure: Nor can I hate or envy it in others. I am sorry George you should drinke water after your sweet-meats. Doe not abuse me left I thinke revenge: I am almost tempted to attempt it. The Gentlewoman hath withdrawne her selfe. What Gentlewoman? Shee in the sattin gowne. You know my meaning sir, shee's as right— Thanks honest Robin. Here's for thee. I must thanke you sir. I'le take the first opportunity. The gentlewoman is retir'd sir. What gentlewoman? You know my meaning. Shee's as right— Poxe on your Pandarising. How now sir? I wonder what quantity of maiden modesty went to your making up. Few gentlemen of your complexion would have beene angry with an honest Tapster for such intelligence. My Sister turn'd a common prostitute? I must discover it. The gentlewoman's gone into another chamber Sir. What gentlewoman? Shee in the sattin gowne. There's a bed: you know my meaning. Shee's as right— You are a rogue sirrah. Good sir, what meane you? Mutter that thought agen: I'le cut thy tongue out▪ And kill anon, anon sir. But cold rewards. Had none any better; Pandars would never purchase. I'le take the Tapsters word, and trye. Come gentlemen, let's up agen. By this time George your sorrow's drye. And why should you thinke so Slip? If I finde them not, count me no wiser then an Apothecary, that lookt for Iewes eares on an old Pillory; When the dead wood bore none but Scriveners.