Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.77 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
How, how? Perhaps that course might cure your madness too, Of jealousy, and set all right on all sides. Sure, if I could but make him such a fool, He would forgo his madness, and be brought To christian Sense again. Heaven grant me patience, And send us to my Country home again. Besides, the young man's wife's as mad as he, What wise work will they make! The better, fear't not, Bab Blaze shall give her Counsel; and the youth Will give her royal satisfaction, Now, in this Kingly humour, I have a way To cure your husband's jealousy myself. Then I am friends again: Even now I was not When you sneaped me my Lord. That you must pardon: Come Mr. joyless. The new married pair Are towards bed by this time; we'll not trouble them But keep a house-side to ourselves. Your lodging Is decently appointed. Sure your Lordship Means not to make your house our prison. By My Lordship but I will for this one night. See sir, the Keys are in my hand. You're up, As I am true Letoy. Consider, Sir, The strict necessity that ties you to't, As you expect a cure upon your son— Come Lady, see your Chamber. I do wait Upon your Lordship. I both wait, and watch, Never was man so mastered by his match. DIana! ho! where are you? she is lost. Here is no further passage. All's made fast. This was the Bawdy way, by which she scaped My narrow watching. Have you privy posterns Behind the hangings in your stranger's Chambers? She's lost from me, for ever. Why then seek I? O my dull eyes, to let her slip so from ye, To let her have her lustful will upon me! Is this the Hospitality of Lords? Why, rather, if he did intend my shame, And her dishonour, did he not betray me From her out of his house, to travail in The bare suspicion of their filthiness; But hold me a nose-witness to its rankness? No: This is sure the Lordlier way; and makes The act more glorious in my sufferings. O— May my hot curses on their melting pleasures, Cement them so together in their lust, That they may never part, but grow one monster. Good gentleman! he is at his prayers now, For his mad sons good nightwork with his bride. Well fare your heart Sir; you have prayed to purpose; But not all night I hope. Yet sure he has, He looks so wild for lack of sleep. You're happy sir. Your prayers are heard, no doubt, for I'm persuaded You have a child got you tonight. Is't gone So far do you think? I cannot say how far. Not fathom deep I think. But to the scantling Of a Child-getting, I dare well imagine. For which, as you have prayed, forget not sir To thank the Lord o'th' house.
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Length
488 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.771 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
How, how? Perhaps that course might cure your madnes too▪ Of jealousy, and set all right on all sides. Sure, if I could but make him such a foole, He would forgo his madnes, and be brought To christian Sence againe. Heaven grant me patience, And send us to my Country home againe. Besides, the yong mans wife's as mad as he, What wise worke will they make! The better, fear't not, Bab Blaze shall give her Counsel; and the youth Will give her royall satisfaction, Now, in this Kingly humour, I have a way To cure your husbands jealousy my selfe. Then I am friends again: Even now I was not When you sneapt me my Lord. That you must pardon: Come Mr. Ioylesse. The new married paire Are towards bed by this time▪ we'le not trouble them But keep a house-side to our selfes. Your lodging Is decently appointed. Sure your Lordship Meanes not to make your house our prison. By My Lordship but I will for this one night. See sir, the Keyes are in my hand. Y'are up, As I am true Letoy. Consider, Sir, The strict necessity that tyes you to't, As you expect a cure upon your sonne— Come Lady, see your Chamber. I doe waite Upon your Lordship. I both wait, and watch, Never was man so master'd by his match. DIana! ho! where are you? she is lost. Here is no further passage. All's made fast. This was the Bawdy way, by which she scap'd My narrow watching. Have you privy posternes Behind the hangings in your strangers Chambers? She's lost from me, for ever. Why then seek I? O my dull eyes, to let her slip so from yee, To let her have her lustfull will upon me! Is this the Hospitality of Lords? Why, rather, if he did intend my shame, And her dishonour, did he not betray me From her out of his house, to travaile in The bare suspition of their filthinesse; But hold me a nose-witnesse to its ranknesse? No: This is sure the Lordlier way; and makes The act more glorious in my sufferings. O— May my hot curses on their melting pleasures, Cement them so together in their lust, That they may never part, but grow one monster. Good gentleman! he is at his prayers now, For his mad sonnes good night-worke with his bride. Well fare your heart Sir; you have pray'd to purpose; But not all night I hope. Yet sure he has, He looks so wild for lacke of sleepe. Y'are happy sir. Your prayers are heard, no doubt, for I'm perswaded You have a childe got you to night. Is't gone So farre doe you thinke? I cannot say how farre▪ Not fathome deepe I thinke. But to the scantling Of a Child-getting, I dare well imagine. For which, as you have pray'd, forget not sir To thanke the Lord oth' house.