D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
What Angle of the Earth must be my grave? The Sea and Sun have bounds, and know their course, The sons of men have none: Limitless he wanders the foreign deserts, And begets more wonders every hour: The Chime that tells the last minute of the night, Chides but in vain when every thing's asleep; So I in the relation of my woe, when no man hearkens, Spend but idle breath, and never find relief. But for increase sake, I could wish devoutly, I never had known woman: What comfort ever others' reaped from them, They have been plagues to me: to note the difference, They are such things, nothing's more worse, nor better; To say truth, they are Angels, and Devils; I will not curse 'em, lest I make them worse That needs no badness, nor rip up their defects, Lest I spend all my after time of life in nothing else but that. Iulio, the profit of my Orisona be thine, where'er I spend 'em, upright constant man: Yet I am eased, in that I do not bear my slavish yoke, Cocker mine infamy, as many do within our Venice gates: Thanks to thee Iulio; Chastity, honour of women, Whither art thou fled? that they are all so false I must forget 'em, they will make me mad To think of their abuse: would I could learn What inquisition is made after me; Some speech of my concealment will report blab out, That I may hear the danger does pursue me, Though I adventure life, I will know more, Or die in the presumption: I'll nearer to the City. That's a good jest i'faith; Drawer, gives more Wine. What's a good jest Signior? That none should be honest but the valiant. How's that? how's that? Why my beetle-browed Host swears 'tis impossible for any to be honest, that is not valiant. What said he? What said he? That none could be honest, that were not valiant. O very good, very good: more Wine here, he's packing, set out his hand. And his foot too, ere I have done: where's this fellow? another Pottle sirrah. Sir I thank you for my powder, it gave her halfe a dozen of tickling stools, she has been loose ever since. Give me your hand, here's even now to all the invisible horns i'th' City. Forget not the Country, let it go round I pray you. A health. You'll have reason to pledge this shortly. Will you come? tomorrow is the day I'll assure you, for better or worse. Tomorrow from better to worse? Yes faith he has said it, and I swear it, from better to worse indeed. Married tomorrow Signior? You have said we shall be doing. Undoing he means. So near marrying Clariflora, and not acquaint your friend? i'faith I thought Mistress you would have let me understood what had passed. 'Tis my part to conceal.
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What Angle of the Earth muſt be my grave? The Sea and Sunne have bounds, and know their courſe, The ſonnes of men have none: Limitleſſe he wanders the forraigne deſarts, And begets more wonders every houre: The Chime that tells the laſt minuite of the night, Chides but in vaine when every thing's a ſleepe; So I in the relation of my woe, when no man hearkens, Spend but idle breath, and never finde reliefe. But for increaſe ſake, I could wiſh devoutly, I never had knowne woman: What comfort ever others reapt from them, They have beene plagues to me: to note the difference, They are ſuch things, nothing's more worſe, nor better; To ſay truth, they are Angels, and Devils; I will not curſe 'em, leſt I make them worſe That needs no badneſſe, nor rip up their defects, Leſt I ſpend all my after time of life in nothing elſe but that. Iulio, the profit of my Oriſona be thine, Where e're I ſpend 'em, upright conſtant man: Yet I am eas'd, in that I doe not beare my ſlaviſh yoake, Cocker mine infamy, as many doe within our Venice gates: Thanks to thee Iulio; Chaſtity, honour of women, Whither art thou fled? that they are all ſo falſe I muſt forget 'em, they will make me mad To thinke of their abuſe: would I could learne What inquiſition is made after me; Some ſpeech of my concealement will report blab out, That I may heare the danger does purſue me, Though I adventure life, I will know more, Or dye in the preſumption: I'le nearer to the City. That's a good jeſt yfaith; Drawer, gives more Wine. What's a good jeſt Signior? That none ſhould be honeſt but the valiant. How's that? how's that? Why my beetle-brow'd Hoſt ſweares 'tis impoſſible for any to be honeſt, that is not valiant. What ſaid he? What ſaid he? That none could be honeſt, that were not valiant. O very good, very good: more Wine here, hee's packing, ſet out his hand. And his foote too, ere I have done: where's this fellow? another Pottle ſirrah. Sir I thanke you for my powder, it gave her halfe a dozen of tickling ſtooles, ſhe has beene looſe ever ſince. Give me your hand, here's even now to all the inviſible hornes i'th' City. Forget not the Countrey, let it go round I pray you. A health. You'le have reaſon to pledge this ſhortly. Will you come? to morrow is the day Ile aſſure you, for better or worſe. To morrow from better to worſe? Yes faith he has ſaid it, and I ſweare it, from better to worſe indeed. Married to morrow Signior? You have ſaid we ſhall be doing. Vndoing he meanes. So neare marrying Clariflora, and not acquaint your friend? yfaith I thought Miſtris you would have let me underſtood what had paſt. 'Tis my part to conceale.