D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Many that wear that name in Italy: but one amongst that many known to me. Hate all the name. Pardon Iulio, I'll hate myself first. Anthonio is a Villain. Blot not the reputation of his youth with such calumny, he is no way such, but as unblemished, as the snow before it touch the Mountains. He's a Villain. Villain never had so fair an outside, nor yet heart so just as that he carries. He's a Villain. I have some business at the Port, you'll sup with me tonight. Do you love yourself, do you love honour, do you love your wife? I do. Then hate that Anthonio. Give me to understand, since you will force me to endure your report, wherein he's culpable, or does deserve these ignominious titles. He loves not you. 'tis not my fault. He wrongs your sister. Therein, he's too blame. He loves your wife. That amends, quits all his former wrongs. Can you bear it thus, wink Vulcan then, And let the god of War, throw up her skirts again. How's this? You will not understand; I'll speak no further. Come, come, my wife is honest. Yes. If she be, 'tis nothing you have said, I'll hear no more; begone. Will you list a word, Anthonio wrongs you. Wrong me, and if he would he cannot. He plays the Parasite, the officious Ass to veil his sin. Would I might understand you? The Serpent tempts your wife, these ears and eyes can testify; for your sister, she's stale: his excuse, whereby he cloakes his vice. I wish you Iulio, to know what you speak. I am not mad, I love you, 'tis my love, you are my father. I pray be advised, consider what you do? speak not this no report, be certain; do not abuse my patience. Tempt my wife, rent earth, and swallow falsehood. Will you be moved Parnassus, the two topped, forked Mount? My blood is not mine own, I want command of all that now obeyed me, how different are my fits? I am now a congealed, kneaded cake of ice, bound from all motion, now again (methinks) a flaming Island, a Vesuvius Hill, merely combustion. Forget not, sir, your patience. Tell me of patience when I am myself: how did he tempt her, how did she accord on thy reputation? I would I had been dumb? Hang not i'th' wind, (delay does torture) answer me as how? Kind, sir, recall your wonted manhood? Answer me how. I pray pardon me. What? strike and cry mercy, I must be resolved, thou hast flung me i'th' fire, even in the Oven, the mouth of Aetna, nothing thou couldst have said, nothing have done, could have assured like torture. Would, when I saw him kiss her, crush her hand, wink and laugh out, use his undecent language: Fie, fie. Cornelia false, the flood may come again, nothing impossible, kiss, and crush hands, wink, wink heaven and all above.
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Many that weare that name in Italy: but one amongſt that many known to me. Hate all the name. Pardon Iulio, Ile hate my ſelfe firſt. Anthonio is a Villain. Blot not the reputation of his youth with ſuch calumnie, he is no way ſuch, but as unblemiſht, as the ſnow before it touch the Mountains. He's a Villain. Villain never had ſo faire an out-ſide, nor yet heart ſo juſt as that he carries. He's a Villain. I have ſome buſineſſe at the Port, youle ſup with me to night. Doe you love your ſelfe, do you love honour, do you love your wife? I do. Then hate that Anthonio. Give me to underſtand, ſince you will force me to endure your report, wherein hee's culpable, or does deſerve theſe ignominious titles. He loves not you. Tis not my fault. He wrongs your ſiſter. Therein, he's too blame. He loves your wife. That amends, quits all his former wrongs. Can you beare it thus, wink Vulcan then, And let the god of Warre, throw up her skirts agen. How's this? You will not underſtand; Ile ſpeak no further. Come, come, my wife is honeſt. Yes. If ſhe be, tis nothing you have ſaid, Ile heare no more; begon. Will you liſt a word, Anthonio wongs you. Wrong me, and if he would he cannot. He playes the Paraſite, the officious Aſſe to vaile his ſinne. Would I might underſtand you? The Serpent tempts your wife, theſe eares and eyes can teſtifie; for your ſiſter, ſhe's ſtale: his excuſe, whereby hee cloakes his vice. I wiſh you Iulio, to know what you ſpeak. I am not mad, I love you, tis my love, you are my father. I pray be adviſed, conſider what you do? ſpeak not this no report, be certain; do not abuſe my patience. Tempt my wife, rent earth, and ſwallow falſhood. Will you be moved Pernaſſus, the two topt, forked Mount? My bloud is not mine own, I want command of all that now obeyed me, how different are my fits? I am now a congealed, kneaded cake of ice, bound from all motion, now again (mee thinks) a flaming Iland, a Veſunius Hill, meerly combuſtion. Forget not, ſir, your patience. Tell me of patience when I am my ſelfe: how did he tempt her, how did ſhe accord on thy reputation? I would I had been dumbe? Hang not ith' winde, (delay does torture) anſwer me as how? Kinde, ſir, recall your wonted manhood? Anſwer me how. I pray pardon me. What? ſtrike and cry mercie, I muſt be reſolved, thou haſt flung me ith' fire, even in the Oven, the mouth of Aetna, nothing thou coulſt have ſaid, nothing have done, could have aſſured like torture. Would, when I ſaw him kiſſe her, cruſh her hand, wink and laugh out, uſe his undecent language: Fie, fie. Cornelia falſe, the floud may come agen, nothing impoſſible, kiſſe, and cruſh hands, wink, wink heaven and all above.