Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Now she is yours my Lord; your only daughter, And know you master joyless, for some reason Known to my Lord; and large reward to me, She has been from the third day of her life Reputed mine; and that so covertly, That not her Lady mother, nor my wife Knew to their deaths, the change of my dead infant, Nor this sweet Lady. 'tis most true we had A trusty Nurse's help and secrecy, Well paid for, in the carriage of our plot. Now shall you know what moved me sir. I was A thing beyond a madman, like yourself, Jealous; and had that strong distrust, and fancied Such proofs unto myself against my wife, That I conceived the child was not mine own, And scorned to father it; yet I gave to breed her And marry her as the daughter of this gentleman (Two thousand pound I guess you had with her) But since your match, my wife upon her deathbed, So cleared herself of all my foul suspicions, (Blessed be her memory) that I then resolved By some quaint way (for I am still Letoy) To see and try her throughly; and so much To make her mine, as I should find her worthy. And now thou art my daughter, and mine heir. Provided still (for I am still Letoy) You honourably love her, and defy The Cuckold-making fiend foul jealousy. My Lord, 'tis not her birth and fortune, which Do jointly claim a privilege to live Above my reach of jealousy, shall restrain That passion in me, but her well tried virtue: in the true faith of which I am confirmed, And throughly cured. As I am true Letoy Well said. I hope thy son is cured by this too. Now Mistress Blaze! here is a woman now! I cured her husband's jealousy, and twenty more i'th' Town, by means I and my Doctor wrought. Truly my Lord, my husband has ta'en bread And drunk upon't, that under heaven he thinks, You were the means to make me an honest woman, Or (at the least) him a contented man. Ha done, ha' done. Yes, I believe you have done And if your husband, Lady, be cured, as he should be; And as all foolish jealous husbands ought to be, I know what was done first, if my Lord took That course with you as me— Prithee what cam'st thou for? My Lord to tell you, (As the Doctor tells me) The Bride and Bridegroom, Both, are coming on, The sweetliest to their wits again. I told you. Now you are a happy man sir; and I hope a quiet man. Full of content and joy. Content! So was my husband, when he knew The worst he could by his wife. Now you'll live quiet Lady. Why fliest thou off, thus woman, from the subject Thou wert upon? I beg your honour's pardon. And now i'll tell you. Be it by skill or chance, Or both, was never such a Cure, as is Upon that couple: now they strive which most Shall love the other.
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Now she is yours my Lord; your onely daughter, And know you master Ioylesse, for some reason Knowne to my Lord; and large reward to me, Shee has beene from the third day of her life Reputed mine; and that so covertly, That not her Lady mother, nor my wife Knew to their deaths, the change of my dead infant, Nor this sweet Lady▪ tis most true we had A trusty Nurses helpe and secresie, Well paid for, in the carriage of our plot. Now shall you know what mov'd me sir. I was A thing beyond a mad-man, like your selfe, Jealous; and had that strong distrust, and fancied Such proofes unto my selfe against my wife, That I conceiv'd the childe was not mine owne, And scorn'd to father it; yet I gave to breed her And marry her as the daughter of this gentleman (Two thousand pound I guesse you had with her) But since your match, my wife upon her death-bed, So clear'd her selfe of all my foule suspitions, (Blest be her memory) that J then resolv'd By some quaint way (for J am still Letoy) To see and try her throughly; and so much To make her mine, as I should find her worthy. And now thou art my daughter, and mine heire. Provided still (for I am still Letoy) You honourably love her, and defie The Cuckold-making fiend foule jealousie. My Lord, tis not her birth and fortune, which Do joyntly claime a priviledge to live Above my reach of jealousie, shall restraine That passion in me, but her well tried vertue: Jn the true faith of which J am confirmd, And throughly cur'd. As J am true Letoy Well said. J hope thy son is cur'd by this too. Now Mistris Blaze! here is a woman now! J cur'd her husbands jealousie, and twenty more Jth' Towne, by meanes I and my Doctor wrought. Truly my Lord, my husband has tane bread And drunke upon't, that under heaven he thinkes, You were the meanes to make me an honest woman, Or (at the least) him a contented man. Ha done, ha done. Yes, I beleeve you have done And if your husband, Lady, be cur'd, as he should be; And as all foolish jealous husbands ought to be, I know what was done first, if my Lord tooke That course with you as me— Prithee wha camst thou for? My Lord to tell you, (As the Doctor tels me) The Bride and Bridegroome, Both, are comming on, The sweetliest to their wits againe. I told you. Now you are a happy man sir; and I hope a quiet man. Full of content and joy. Content! So was my husband, when he knew The worst he could by his wife. Now youle live quiet Lady. Why flyest thou off, thus woman, from the subject Thou wert upon? I beg your Honours pardon. And now ile tell you. Be it by skill or chance, Or both, was never such a Cure, as is Vpon that couple: now they strive which most Shall love the other.