D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Correma's daughter? That same only wight, is the most precious Beauty I adore, and would fain call mine own. Knew you her husband? By his name, no further; By that knowledge you understand his course. Yes he's a Physician: and besides, What else report speaks of him. Listen then my purpose, The severe sir, whose high stretched phrases Galls the ears of Patience, and wisdom would fain shun, Bears such a jealous and observant eye Over the prey I aim at, all conference is debarred, And you may sooner whisper with the Saint Argos had charge of, than converse with her, Unseen, and unsuspected. Is there no device to compass her? But one, and this is it; yourself and Lodwick (harken I beseech you) Shall to this skilful Vanderman present me As one distracted: nay smile anon, And with a kind of sober modesty, as if you list you can, Report some probable possibility, how And which way I got my ecstasy: Let me alone to make your words seem truth, And so possess my prating mountebank, That he shall say and swear I'm mad at least. If not past all recovery. Will this do? This, or none. Then none. Why this is the shallowest, indirectest course to win a woman that ever was composed, in my opinion. In your opinion: why sir? Why, hope you to gain her thus with a mad fit: mark the event, this is a course as wide: Are you so simple to imagine, she a timorous woman, will endure your presence, seeming possessed? for shame believe it not, invent some other means. I verily think so too, but he will never be persuaded. This were a way to scare her, and to make her shun you. Leav't off, leave't off, and study some other new passage. Do, do; this is the grossest: fie Vallentius: Come, you shall pardon him once: we all miss sometimes. Good gallants do not ride me, lest I gall you: I'll assure you I trot hard: why my brace of conceits, my wits; what does your abundance of wit run at waste: for shame, have you so poor a brain, and you my most exquisite excellent, for shame take off your spectacles and see better: are you such a dunce: are you so rare a Coxcomb, to deem I will appear always the same: are you the men you promised? will you be Masters of your words and oaths, tender your vowed assistances? I am Lodwick still. And I Tomaso. Continue so: what shall redound upon this adventure, falls upon my head, be it no shame to yours: only preferment and your smooth apologies. Leave that to us. But can you act the madman bravely? Tut, I have played Ajax, and performed the part well, to make boast of imitation, better than he that Lucian writes of, who so digested what he played, that he run mad indeed.
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Correma's daughter? That ſame onely wight, is the moſt precious Beauty I adore, and would faine call mine own. Knew you her husband? By his name, no further; By that knowledge you underſtand his courſe. Yes he's a Phyſitian: and beſides, What elſe report ſpeaks of him. Liſten then my purpoſe, The ſevere ſir, whoſe high ſtretcht phraſes Galls the eares of Patience, and wiſedom would fain ſhun, Beares ſuch a jealous and obſervant eye Over the prey I aime at, all conference is debar'd, And you may ſooner whiſper with the Saint Argos had charge of, than converſe with her, Vnſeene, and unſuſpected. Is there no device to compaſſe her? But one, and this is it; Your ſelfe and Lodwicke (harken I beſeech you) Shall to this skilfull Vanderman preſent me As one diſtracted: nay ſmile anon, And with a kinde of ſober modeſty, as if you liſt you can, Report ſome probable poſſibility, how And which way I got my extaſie: Let me alone to make your words ſeeme truth, And ſo poſſeſſe my prating Mountebanke, That he ſhall ſay and ſweare I'me mad at leaſt. If not paſt all recovery. Will this doe? This, or none. Then none. Why this is the ſhalloweſt, indirecteſt courſe to win a woman that ever was compos'd, in my opinion. In your opinion: why ſir? Why, hope you to gaine her thus with a mad fit: marke the event, this is a courſe as wide: Are you ſo ſimple to imagine, ſhe a timerous woman, will endure your preſence, ſeeming poſſeſt? for ſhame believe it not, invent ſome other meanes. I verily thinke ſo too, but he will never bee perſwaded. This were a way to ſcare her, and to make her ſhun you. Leav't off, leav't off, and ſtudy ſome other new paſſage. Doe, doe; this is the groſſeſt: fie Vallentius: Come, you ſhall pardon him once: wee all miſſe ſometimes. Good gallants doe not ride me, leſt I gall you: Ile aſſure you I trot hard: why my brace of conceits, my wits; what does your abundance of wit runne at waſte: for ſhame, have you ſo poore a braine, and you my moſt exquiſite excellent, for ſhame take off your ſpectacles and ſee better: are you ſuch a dunce: are you ſo rare a Coxcombe, to deeme I will appeare alwaies the ſame: are you the men you promiſt? will you be Maſters of your words and oaths, tender your vow'd aſſiſtances? I am Lodwicke ſtill. And I Tomaſo. Continue ſo: what ſhall redound upon this adventure, falls upon my head, be it no ſhame to yours: onely preferment and your ſmooth apologies. Leave that to us. But can you act the mad-man bravely? Tut, I have play'd Ajax, and perform'd the part wel, to make boaſt of imitation, better than he that Lucian writes of, who ſo digeſted what he plaid, that he run mad indeed.