Gough, J. · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 [1624-1640] (Annals) romance unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
If it be so, then sure the youthful heat Of thy fair body hath infused life Into my withered veins, more powerful than Medea's charms, when she stirred up fresh blood In the decayed body of old Aeson. Where is the villain, the most worthy lover Of this chaste dame? My son, have pity on thy father's age, spare his white hairs, take not away his life That gave thee thine, and brought thee up with care, We do confess we wronged thee, yet the fault Was not so great that it should merit death; Assuage thy fury, and put up thy sword, Imbrue not in thy father's blood thy hands. Did I not tell you this before, sweet heart, To look unto this princocks pride and hate Who would no doubt, if time had served his turn, Attempt some mischief to destroy us both. You told me so indeed, but I believed not; Now I do find it true, which to prevent I'll raise my house and bind him fast, tomorrow I'll carry him before the people to Be judged for his offence; let nature go In parents, when sons prove unnatural so. Nebulona my pretty chicken, how fairs thy body? didst thou not think me lost long ago? I gave you for dead in good faith, and was in the humour once to marry another man? Why sure thou wert not, thou dost but jest I know. Truly I was, nor could you blame me for it if I had; is it not a torture, think you, for a woman, to stay seven years without her husband's company? Methinks my brows begin Acteon-like to bud already, they are very knotty, I pray God thou hast not graft something there, I begin to suspect it shrewdly by divers signs and tokens, how comes your belly so high wife? 'Tis nothing but a timpany I am sometimes troubled with. I do believe thee, how long is it since you perceived it to grow upon you? About two months since, the Doctor tells me I shall be free of it very speedily. He is a fool, I am a better Doctor than he, thou shalt go with it this fourteen weeks yet or thereabouts; come you are a whore, and have abused my honest bed; I'll have you before the Justices to be punished for thy offence. Spare me prithee gentle Nebulo, and harken to my counsel a little, since thou art a cuckold (as I do not deny it) choose whether thou wilt wear the horns in thy forehead, and so all men see them, or put them into thy pocket, and no man see them, I leave it to thy own discretion. Why then I am a cuckold it seems? I cannot say against it truly, and speak the truth, if I should, this mark of thy fortune here deeply stamped would bewray me, be not so foolish now as Vulcan was, to make a proclamation of thy forked order. Did Vulcan do so?
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If it be ſo, then ſure the youthfull heat Of thy faire body hath infuſed life Into my withered vaines, more powerfull then Medeas charmes, when ſhe ſtir'd up freſh blood In the decayed body of old Aeſon. Where is the villaine, the moſt worthy lover Of this chaſte dame? My ſonne, have pitty on thy fathers age, Spaire his white haires, take not away his life That gave thee thine, and brought thee up with care, We doe confeſſe we wrong'd thee, yet the fault Was not ſo great that it ſhould merit death; Aſſwage thy fury, and put up thy ſword, Imbrue not in thy fathers blood thy hands. Did I not tell you this before, ſweet heart, To looke unto this princoks pride and hate Who would no doubt, if time had ſerv'd his turne, Attempt ſome miſchiefe to deſtroy us both. You told me ſo indeed, but I believ'd not; Now I do finde it true, which to prevent I'le raiſe my houſe and bind him faſt, to morrow I'le carry him before the people to Be judg'd for his offence; let nature goe In parents, when ſonnes prove unnaturall ſo. Nebulona my pretty chickin, how faires thy body? didſt thou not thinke me loſt long agoe? I gave you for dead in good faith, and was in the humour once to marry another man? Why ſure thou wert not, thou doſt but jeſt I know. Truely I was, nor could you blame me for it if I had; is it not a torture, thinke you, for a woman, to ſtay ſeven yeeres without her husbands company? Methinkes my browes begin Acteon-like to bud already, they are very knotty, I pray God thou haſt not graft ſomething there, I begin to ſuſpect it ſhrewdly by diverſe ſignes and tokens, how comes your belly ſo high wife? 'Tis nothing but a timpany I am ſometimes troubled with. I do believe thee, how long is it ſince you perceiv'd it to grow upon you? About two moneths ſince, the Doctor tells me I ſhal be free of it very ſpeedily. He is a foole, I am a better Doctor then he, thou ſhalt goe with it this foureteene weekes yet or thereabouts; come you are a whore, and have abus'd my honeſt bed; Ile have you before the Justices to be puniſh'd for thy offence. Spare me prethee gentle Nebulo, and hearken to my counſell a little, ſince thou art a cuckold (as I doe not deny it) chooſe whether thou wilt weare the hornes in thy forehead, and ſo all men ſee them, or put them into thy pocket, and no man ſee them, I leave it to thy owne diſcretion. Why then I am a cuckold it ſeemes? I cannot ſay againſt it truely, and ſpeake the truth, if I ſhould, this marke of thy fortune here deepely ſtamped would bewray me, be not ſo fooliſh now as Vulcan was, to make a proclamation of thy forked order. Did Ʋulcan do ſo?