D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
The liberal hand of heaven reward your love, or lend my wishes that ability to thank you in requital. Amen to that and more. I tell thee Iulio, I am not happier in my virtuous wife: and yet that's greater than yielding thee relief 'tis all that good men wish: Why have we wealth bestowed on us, but to return the same, where stern necessity pinches the ribs of him or her that wants? it has no other worth, no more esteem of me. Heap it together while the, massy weight e'en crack, what bears it less than dust? on dust deserves no more regard. I have a Wife, Nurse, and mother, all she is in one; yet one deserves more Titles, besides her feature, which may make compare with those that boast of parts: she is so kind, that many millions may be stamped again, ere one so perfect currant. She is worth more than the earth is: but she is my wife, and I will cease her praise: you know her father when you have his name: he is called Chrysippus, many style him good, and wish all Venice such. Ere I was banished for my father's fact, my knowledge coated, and all Italy, spoke of a Damosel called Cornelia, this good Chrysippus daughter. She is that jewel, that unmatched, thing I made my boast of: That Cornelia is none but mine, I dare boldly say, and eke affirm it: See my Julio, she meets us unexpected, and comes to hinder what I would speak more, in cause of her demerit, modesty, and sweetness. Franciscus: son! My Love and duty make me ever such. To all this company a happy hour. You have been missed Franciscus. You have been missed Cornelia. Where? Where ere I have been, this is my friend, tender him your welcome with as good respects as I myself where he. Sir, bid your own welcome, and command as much as all we have, were yours. Your courtesies to one so thronged in misery As myself, dulls my behaviour, that I know not how Enough to laud or thank you. You shall exchange your habit: Phemone, sister, Anthonio— We missed you yesternight. I durst not come believe it: Vallentius for says rouses are too great, They make me quake to see 'em. How fares my cousen Lodwick? He spoilt our sport: he was not well he said: I would you had been there: Tomaso pledged you twice. I thank his love. It is not worth it Sir. I'faith Nephew I was extreme drunk, ask my man Fub else, he'll tell you what a coil he had with me: the rarest lest i'faith: prithee tell 'em how thou foundst me underneath the stairs. By no means, 'twill make 'em drunk to hear it. Signior Arbaces you are the man I wished for. Well met Gentlemen: are you here Antonio? Cornelia. Sir.
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The liberall hand of heaven reward your love, or lend my wiſhes that ability to thank you in requitall. Amen to that and more. I tell thee Iulio, I am not happier in my vertuous wife: and yet that's greater than yielding thee reliefe tis all that good men wiſh: Why have we wealth beſtow'd on us, but to returne the ſame, where ſtern neceſſity pinches the ribs of him or her that wants? it has no other worth, no more eſteeme of me. Heap it together while the, maſſie weight e'ne crack, what bears it leſſe than duſt? on duſt deſerves no more regard. I have a Wife, Nurſe, and mother, all ſhe is in one; yet one deſerves more Titles, beſides her feature, which may make compare with thoſe that boaſt of parts: ſhe is ſo kinde, that many millions may be ſtampt againe, ere one ſo perfect currant. She is worth more than the earth is: but ſhe is my wife, and I will ceaſe her praiſe: you know her father when you have his name: hee is called Chriſippus, many ſtile him good, and wiſh all Venice ſuch. Ere I was baniſh'd for my fathers fact, my knowledge coated, and all Italy, ſpoke of a Damoſell called Cornelia, this good Chriſippus daughter. She is that jewell, that unmatched, thing I made my boaſt of: That Cornelia is none but mine, I dare boldly ſay, and eke affirme it: See my Julio, ſhe meets us unexpected, and comes to hinder what I would ſpeake more, in cauſe of her demerit, modeſty, and ſweetneſſe. Franciſcus: ſonne! My Love and duty make me ever ſuch. To all this company a happy houre. You have bin miſt Franciſcus. You have beene miſt Cornelia. Where? Where ere I have bin, this is my friend, tender him your welcome with as good reſpects as I my ſelfe where he. Sir, bid your own welcome, and command as much as all we have, were yours. Your courteſies to one ſo throng'd in miſery As my ſelfe, dulls my behaviour, that I know not how Enough to laud or thanke you. You ſhall exchange your habit: Phemone, ſiſter, Anthonio— We miſt you yeſter night. I durſt not come believe it: Vallentius for ſayes rowſes are too great, They make me quake to ſee 'em. How fares my couſen Lodwick? He ſpoyld our ſport: he was not well he ſaid: I would you had beene there: Tomaſo pledg'd you twice. I thank his love. It is not worth it Sir. Yfaith Nephew I was extream drunke, aske my man Fub elſe, he'le tell you what a coyle he had with me: the rareſt leſt yfaith: prethee tell 'em how thou foundſt me underneath the ſtaires. By no meanes, 'twill make 'em drunk to heare it. Signior Arbaces you are the man I wiſht for. Well met Gentlemen: are you here Antonio? Cornelia. Sir.