Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.84 · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
jealous? I ha'not cause for't: my wife's honest; Dost see my horns? Dost? if thou dost, Write Cuckold in my forehead; do, write Cuckold With Aquafortis, do. jealous! I am jealous▪ Free of the Company! wife, I am jealous. I mean suspicious. How, suspicious? For what? for Treason, Felony, or Murder? Carry me to the justice: bind me over For a suspicious person▪ hang me too For a suspicious person▪ O, O, O Some courteous plague ceazeme, and free my soul From this immortal Torment! every thing I meet with, is vexation, and this, this Is the vexation of vexations, The Hell of Hells, and Devil of all Devils. For pity sake fret not the good old Gentleman. O! have I not yet torments great enough, But you must add to my affliction? Eternal silence cease you! Sir we strive To please you, but you still misconstrue us. I must be pleased! a very babe, an infant! I must be pleased! give me some pap, or plums: Buy me a rattle, or a hobby-horse, To still me, do! be pleased? wouldst have me get A Parasite to be flattered? How? a Parasite? A cogging, flattering, slavish Parasite? Things I abhor and hate. 'tis not the belly Shall make my brains a captive. Flatterers! Souls below reason will not stoop so low As to give up their Liberty; only flatterers Move by another's wheel. They have no passions Free to themselves. All their affections, Qualities, humours, appetites, desires, Nay wishes, vows, and prayers, discourse & thoughts Are but another's Bondman. Let me tug At the Turks Galleys; be eternally Damned to a Quarry: In this state my mind Is free: A flatterer has nor soul nor body What shall I say?— No I applaud your temper, That in a generous braveness take distaste At such whose servile nature strives to please you. 'tis royal in you Sir. Ha! What's that? A feather stuck upon your cloak. A feather! And what have you to do with my feathers? Why should you hinder me from telling th'world I do not lie on flockbeds? Pray be pleased. I brushed it off for mere respect I bore you. Respect! a fine respect, Sir, is it not, To make the world believe I nourish vermin? O death, death, death, if that our graves hatch worms Without tongues to torment us, let 'em have What teeth they will. I meet not here an object But adds to my affliction! Sure I am not A man; I could not then be so ridiculous: My ears are overgrown, I am an Ass; It is my ears they gaze at. What strange Harpy Centaur, or Gorgon am I turned into? What Circe wrought my Metamorphosis? If I be beast, she might have made me Lion, Or something not ridiculous! O Actaeon, If I do branch like thee, it is my fortune! Why look they on me else? There is with in A Glass they say, that has strange qualities in it; That shall resolve me. I will in to see Whether or no I man or Monster be.
nodes 492–562 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 38 in this edition
Length
518 words · 727 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.843 (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)
Iealous? I ha'not cause for't: my wifes honest; Dost see my hornes? Doest? if thou doest, Write Cuckold in my forehead; doe, write Cuckold With Aqua-fortis, doe. Iealous! I am jealous▪ Free of the Company! wife, I am jealous. I mean suspitious. How, suspitious? For what? for Treason, Felony, or Murder? Carry me to the Iustice: bind me over For a suspitious person▪ hang me too For a suspicious person▪ O, O, O Some courteous plague ceazeme, and free my soule From this immortall Torment! every thing I meet with, is vexation, and this, this Is the vexation of vexations, The Hell of Hells, and Divell of all Divells. For pitty sake fret not the good old Gentleman. O! have I not yet torments great enough, But you must adde to my affliction? Eternall silence ceaze you! Sir we strive To please you, but you still misconstrue us. I must be pleas'd! a very babe, an infant! I must be pleas'd! give me some pappe, or plummes: Buy me a rattle, or a hobby-horse, To still me, doe! be pleas'd? wouldst have me get A Parasite to be flatter'd? How? a Parasite? A cogging, flatt'ring, slavish Parasite? Things I abhorre and hate. Tis not the belly Shall make my brains a captive. Flatterers! Soules below reason will not stoope so low As to give up their Liberty; only flatterers Move by anothers wheele. They have no passions Free to themselves. All their affections, Qualities, humors, appetites, desires, Nay wishes, vowes, and prayers, discourse & thoughts Are but anothers Bondman. Let me tugg At the Turkes Gallies; be eternally Damn'd to a Quarry: In this state my minde Is free: A flatterer has nor soule nor body What shall I say?—No I applaud your temper, That in a generous bravenesse take distast At such whose servile nature strives to please you. Tis royall in you Sir. Ha! Whats that? A feather stuck upon your cloak. A feather! And what have you to doe with my feathers? Why should you hinder me from telling th'world I doe not lye on flockbeds? Pray be pleas'd. I brusht it off for meere respect I bare you. Respect! a fine respect, Sir, is it not, To make the world believe I nourish vermine? O death, death, death, if that our graves hatch wormes Without tongues to torment us, let 'um have What teeth they will. I meet not here an object But adds to my affliction! Sure I am not A man; I could not then be so ridiculous: My eares are overgrown, I am an Asse; It is my eares they gaze at. What strange Harpy Centaure, or Gorgon am I turn'd into? What Circe wrought my Metamorphosis? If I be beast, she might haue made me Lyon, Or something not ridiculous! O Acteon, If I doe branch like thee, it is my fortune! Why look they on me else? There is with in A Glasse they say, that has strange qualities in it; That shall resolve me. I will in to see Whether or no I man or Monster be.