Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.83 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Who can you think I am? did you expect So great a tameness as you find, Adurni, That you cast loud defiance? say— I have robbed you Of rigor (Auria) by my strict self-penance, For the presumption. Sure Italians hardly Admit dispute in questions of this nature, The trick is new. I find my absolution, By vows of change from all ignoble practice. Why look ye friend, I told you this before You would not be persuaded,— let me think. You do not yet deny that you solicited The Lady to ill purpose. I have answered, But it returned much quiet to my mind, Perplexed with rare commotions. That's the way It smooths all rubs. My Lord. Foh I am thinking You may talk forward, if it take 'tis clear And then and then, and so and so. You labour with curious engines sure, Fine ones, I take ye To be a man of credit— else, Suspicion is needless, know me better. Yet you must not part from me sir. For that your pleasure. Come fight for thy wife at home my Auria— yes We can fight my Spinella, when thine honour Relies upon a Champion— now. My Lord Castanna with her sister, and Malfato Are newly entered. Be not loud; convey them Into the gallery— Aurelio, friend Adurni Lord, we three will sit in counsel And piece a hearty league, or scuffle shrewdly. ruffian out of my doors, thou com'st to rob me, An officer, what ho! my house is haunted By a lewd pack of thieves, of harlots, murderers, Rogues, vagabonds, I foster a decoy here, And she trolls on her ragged customer, To cut my throat for pillage. Good sir hear me, Hear or not hear, let him rave his lungs out, Whiles this woman hath abode under this roof, I will justify myself her bedfellow in despite Of denial, in despite, those are my words. Monstrous! why sirrah, do I keep a bawdy-house, An hospital for panders? Oh; thou monster, Thou she-confusion! are you grown so rampant, That from a private wanton thou proclaim'st thyself A baggage for all gamesters, Lords or Gentlemen, Strangers, or homespun yeomen, foot-posts, pages, Roarers or hangmen, heigh day, set up shop, And then cry a market open, toot, and welcome. This is my husband. Husband! Husband natural, I have married her, And what's your verdict on the match signior? Husband, and married her! Indeed 'tis truth. A proper joining, give ye joy great mistress Your fortunes are advanced, marry are they, What jointure is assured pray? some three thousand A year in oaths and vermin? fair preferment. Was ever such a tattered rag of man's flesh, Patched up for Copesmate to my Niece's daughter. Sir, for my mother's name forbear this anger, If I have yoked myself beneath your wishes, Yet is my choice a lawful one, and I Will live as truly chaste unto his bosom, As ere my faith hath bound me. A sweet couple.
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Length
497 words · 699 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.825 (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)
Who can you thinke I am? did you expect So great a tameneſſe as you finde, Adurni, That you caſt lowd defiance? ſay— I have rob'd you Of rigor (Auria) by my ſtrict ſelf-penance, For the preſumption. Sure Italians hardly Admit diſpute in queſtions of this nature, The tricke is new. I finde my abſolution, By vowes of change from all ignoble practice. Why looke ye frind, I tould you this before You would not be perſwaded,—let me thinke. You doe not yet deny that you ſolicited The Lady to ill purpoſe. I have anſwerd, But it returnd much quiet to my minde, Perplext with rare commotions. Thats the way It ſmoothes all rubs. My Lord. Foh I am thinking You may talke forward, if it take tis cleare And then and then, and ſo and ſo. You labour with curious engins ſure▪ Fine ones, I take ye To be a man of credit—elſe, Suſpition is needleſſe, know me better. Yet you muſt not part from me ſir. For that your pleaſure. Come fight for thy wife at home my Auria—yes We can fight my Spinella, when thine honor Relies upon a Champion—now. My Lord Caſtanna with her ſiſter, and Malfato Are newly enterd. Be not lowd▪ convey them Into the gallery—Aurelio, friend Adurni Lord, we three will ſit in counſell And peece a hearty league, or ſcuffle ſhrewdly. RUffan out of my doores, thou comſt to rob me, An officer, what ho! my houſe is haunted By a lewd packe of theeves, of harlots, murtherers, Rogues, vagabonds, I foſter a decoy here, And ſhe trowles on her ragged cuſtomer, To cut my throat for pillage. Good ſir heare me, Heare or not heare▪ let him rave his lungs out, Whiles this woman hath abode under this roofe, I will juſtifie my ſelfe her bedfellow in deſpight Of deniall, in deſpight, thoſe are my words. Monſtrous! why ſirrah, do I keepe a bawdy-houſe, An hoſpitall for panders? Oh'; thou monſter, Thou ſhe-confuſion! are you growne ſo rampant, That from a privat wanton thou proclaimſt thy ſelfe A baggage for all gameſters, Lords or Gentlemen, Strangers, or home-ſpun yeomen, foot-poſts, pages, Rorers or hangmen, hey day, ſet up ſhop, And then cry a market open, toot, and welcome. This is my husband. Husband! Husband naturall, I have married her, And whats your verdict on the match ſignior? Husband, and married her! Indeed tis truth. A proper joyning, give ye joy great miſtreſſe Your fortunes are advanc'd, marry are they, What joynture is aſſur'd pray? ſome three thouſand A yeare in oathes and vermine? faire preferment. Was ever ſuch a tatterd ragge of mans fleſh, Patch'd up for Copeſmate to my Neeces daughter. Sir, for my mothers name forbeare this anger, If I have yoak'd my ſelfe beneath your wiſhes, Yet is my choyce a lawfull one, and I Will live as truly chaſte unto his boſome, As ere my faith hath bound me. A ſweet couple.