Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.83 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Pray let's sit, And enter on the project, though it be nice When wit masks virtue in a cloak of vice. They are going to it, and here's a little one will tell. Pray sir, can you keep counsel? As well as a woman. Indeed they and children are kin. You need not fear your secrets. Then I shall love you heartily. But pray Sir, no meddling with a gentleman's apron. Here's that will help your growth: Please you to partake. She abuseth me, I must fit her. What is't Mistress? Sack I assure you Sir; and I hope you will love a poor gentlewoman's as she loves you. If the Butler be not too deeply interested. Secretary. madam. You forget your employment. I saw your Ladyship do nothing yet. Do we not kiss! I run then, and dare not look back for fear of blushing. What strange contrivement's this? Nay, blush not Mr. jerker, ours is no act of shame, but to be gloried in; youth to youth. Sir Generous are your horns so top-heavy they make you hang the head. Never droop at it man. A Lord may be a Cuckold and never the wiser: you have gotten the knowledge of what you did but suspect before. Out of my warring thoughts discretion ordered a resolve, whose practice shall Preserve my credit. Though I much wonder A woman's smooth hypocrisy should make Even her secretest actions to appear Most virtuous; yet in this to stain her whiteness. I did it Sir to cure your jealousy More than for satisfaction of desire, Which I have often satiated, when Your cold abilities were comforted With down and silence; when your dreams presented The quiet of a grave. I did it Sir, In gratitude for your hospitality. Please you to take my counsel. Be divorced. You need no proofs, since she's her own accuser. I'll then procure a dispensation And we'll be married. 'Tis assented to. Nay more, I'll give you all her portion back: Nor shall the least disquiet in my thoughts Make me remember it. Think not (young man) mine age So weak, but I can conquer passion. My act shall instantly have confirmation; And be a precedent where such inequality Of years are joined. Pray good Sir Generous stay. I have not yet consented; and I think The Law cannot dispense whilst either live. If you resolve divorce, you'll only force me To an unwilling widowhood; and how little My innocence deserves, the least suspect, Though I did feign a guilt for better ends, Just heaven can witness. There was no necessity To tempt my woman to discover us. It was my first command. I hear strange words Which must be scanned and construed. Here my solicits cease. But I desire I may remain the servant of your virtues, And wear your favours livery, whose example Hh won on my resolves to reconcile My wilder soul.
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Length
488 words · 627 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.827 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Pray let's sit, And enter on the project, though it be nice When wit masks vertue in a cloke of vice. They are going to it, and heer's a little one will tell. Pray sir, can you keepe counsell? As well as a woman. Indeed they and children are kin. You need not feare your secrets. Then I shall love you heartily. But pray Sir, no medling with a gentleumans apron. Here's that will helpe your growth: Please you to partake. She abuseth me, I must fit her. What is't Mistris? Sack I assure you Sir; and I hope you will love poore gentleumans as she loves you. If the Butler be not too deeply interested. Secretarie. Madame. You forget your imployment. I saw your Ladiship doe nothing yet. Doe we not kisse! I runne then, and dare not looke backe for feare of blushing. What strange contrivement's this? Nay, blush not Mr. Ierker, ours is no act of shame, but to be gloried in; youth to youth. Sir Generous are your hornes so lop-heavy they make you hang the head. Never droop at it man. A Lord may bee a Cuckold and never the wiser: you have gotten the knowledge of what o did but suspect before. Out of my warring thoughts discretion Ha horder'd a resolve, whose practise shall Preserve my credit. Though I much wonder A womans smooth hypocrisie should make Even her secret'st actions to appeare Most vertuous; yet in this to staine her whitenesse. I did it Sir to cure your jealousie More then for satisfaction of desire, Which I have often satiated, when Your cold abilities were comforted With downe and sileuce; when your dreames presented The quiet of a grave. I did it Sir, In gratitude for your hospitality. Please you to take my counsell. Be divore't. You need no proofes, since shees her owne accuser. I'le then procure a dispensation And wee'l be marred. 'Tis assented to. Nay more, I'le give you all her portion backe: Nor shall the least disquiet in my thoughts Make me remember it. Think not (young man) mine age So weake▪ but I can conquer passion. My act shl instantly have confirmation; And be a president where such inequality Of yeares are joyn'd. Pray good Sir Generous stay. I have not yet consented; and I thinke The Law cannot dispense whilst either live. If you resolve divorce, youl onely force me To an unwiling widdow-hood; and how little My innocence deserves, the least suspect, Though I did faigne a guilt for better ends, Iust heaven can witnesse. There was no necessity To tempt my woman to discover us. It was my first command. I heare strange words Which must be scann'd and construed. Here my solicites cease. But I desire I may emine the servant of your vertues, And weare your favours livery, whose example Hh won on my resolves to reconcile My lder soule.