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 0.81 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
An excellent conceit; how like you it Wife? This Gentleman cannot endure the company of Women. I knew before he did but dissemble: that made me so desirous to try him. There was a Tub at Tottenham; you I now the success of it. I ever thought Mistress Stitchwell that was your own plot; and I love you dearly for it. Love me Mr Changelove? Take heed my Husband do not dream of it. That was her plot too. Now do I see, some Women can counterfeit wickedness, as well as many dissemble honesty. Come Sir, let you and I drown the memory of our disasters in a cup of Sack. You see gallants what success attends your enterprises. Henceforth account not every City Wife Wanton, that only loves a merry life. And here's a double comfort; being wedded, she's neither false, nor am I jealous headed. Accurst credulity. Could not those doubts I shaped my jealousy, preserve my first, And noble resolution I Had I urged it With greater zeal, she must have forced her reason To understand m'intention without practice Of farther trial. Now she's lost for ever; Though I should with submission and repentance Beg reconciliation with her thoughts, (Whose purity cannot endure to mix With mine that were so foul) she would reject it. I'll back, and try. Lustful affections hence. My love's new clothed in virtuous innocence. Frank We are friends: since we have shared disgrace, We kill all malice. Henceforth I shall strive To live more chaste. Lust is a gilded pill, Which sinful nature doth prescribe desire. It mocks the sense with pleasure; but at last The shining outside leaves a bitter taste. But prithee tell me, what's her condition? Womanish. She'll cry when she's angry; laugh when she's tickled, and be sick when she cannot have her own will. I mean her calling. She is called Sicily. Her profession then. Not very honest, and yet very honest. She cheats all the world that thinks she is wanton: but you may find by the late stories, that neither your Ants nor Cousins can keep their legs so close. Here's money for thee. You are as bountiful as a new made Knight, that courts a City Widow by Attorney for the officers fees. Prithee tell me how was she borne? You had bid ask the Midwife. This fellow trifles. Is the Keeper thy Master her own Father? Should you conjure the Devil into her dead Mother, he might chance to tell you flye. Is she a Gentlewoman or not? She is, and she is not. She is a Gentlewoman as she loves pride: which makes Gentlewomen apt to fall; especially those of the waiting form. Then she is no Gentlewoman because— because— Prithee no more. 'Tis well you interrupted me, for I had no reason: But Sir I will bring her to the bar of your presence, where she may answer for herself, whilst I convert your bounty into wholesome nourishment from a black Pot, and have a bout with mine own sweet Turnip.
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 1593–1636 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 33 in this edition
Length
510 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.814 (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)
An excellent conceit; how like you it Wife? This Gentleman cannot endure the company of Women. I knew before he did but dissemble: that made me so desirus to try him. There was a Tub at Totenham; you I now the successe of it. I ever thought Mistresse Stitchwell that was your owne plot; and I love you dearely for it. Love me Mr Changelove? Take heed my Husband doe not dreame of it. That was her plot too. Now doe I see, some Women can counterfeit wickednesse, aswell as many dissemble honesy. Come Sir, let you and I drowne the memory of our disasters in a cup of Sack. You see gallants what successe attends your enteprises. Henceforth account not every City Wife Wanton, that only loves a merry life. And here's a double comfort; being wedded, Shee's neither false, nor am I jealous headed. Accurst credulity. Could not those doubts I shapt my jealousie, preserve my first, And noble resolution I Had I urg'd it With greater zeale, she must have forc't her reason To understand m'intention without practise Of farther tryall. Now she's lost for ever; Though I should with submission and repentance Beg reconciliation with her thoughts, (Whose purity cannot endure to mixe With mine that were so foule) she would reject it. Ile back, and try. Lustfull affections hence. My Lov's new cloth'd in vertuous innocence. Frank We are friends: since we have shar'd disgrace, We kill all malice. Henceforth I shall strive To live more chaste. Lust is a gilded pill, Which sinfull nature doth prescribe desire. It mocks the sence with pleasure; but at last The shining outside leaves a bitter tast. But prethee tell me, what's her condition? Womanish. She'l cry when shee's angry; laugh when she's tickled, and be sick when she cannot have her owne will. I meane her calling. She is call'd Cicily. Her profession then. Not very honest, and yet very honest. She cheats all the world that thinks she is wanton: but you may find by the late stories, that neither your Aunts nor Cousins can keep their legs so close. Here's money for thee. You are as bountifull as a new made Knight, that couts a City Widdow by Atturney for the officers fees. Petee tel me how was she borne? You had bd ak the Midwife. This fellow trifles. Is the Keeper thy Master her own Fathr? Should you conjure th Devill into her dead Mother, he might chance to tll you lye. Is she a Gentlewoman or not? She is▪ and she is not. She is a Gentlewoman as she loves pride: which makes Gentlewomen apt to fall; especially those of the wayting forme. Then she is no Gentlewoman because—because— Prithee no more. 'Tis well you interrupted me, for I had no reason: But Sir I will bring her to the barre of your presence, where she may answere for her selfe, whilst I convert your bounty into wholesome nourishment from a black Pot, and have a bout with mine own sweet Turneup.