Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.82 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
O no, she is like a too ripe, so extremely sweet, She poisons like the honey which small Bees Suck from the Aconite, the Panther so Breathes odours precious as the Sarmatic gums Of Eastern groves, but the delicious scent not taken in at Distance chokes the sense with the too musky savour. You should have kissed her as the Court fashion is, upon the cheek, but pray sir, why are you so jealous: yet cannot prove your Lady has a trick with her toe, or turns oftener than an honest woman (if she do) had not you better like an old Stag, cast the cognisance of your order into the hedge, then like a wanton Pricket, run full Butt at every one you meet, as who should say; take notice of my horns. I am ashamed of it so I am. Dost not believe I am? a hideous cuckold. And must you needs cry Cuckoo therefore. There are knights in town who know their Ladies to be Hens o'th' game, and live by treading, yet like mettle Cocks they never hang the Gills for't, they are sure fair Gamesters use to pay the box well: especially at In, and In, (the Inns of Court Butlers would have had but a bad Christmas of it else) and what care they, so they can purchase plush, though their wives pay i'th' hole for it. Can there be such monsters? Monsters, they are men Sir Martine, such as you are; only they are velvet browed a little: but hear me Sir, if a man would venture fair offer to give a certain knowledge of your wife's honesty. Do that, and be my genius Urinal. You would have an evil Angel of me, I'll tell you sir, my master intends privately this night to wed his daughter to the Dutch younker Sconce, the house will be at-quiet, and your Lady left alone in her chamber, her sister Mistress Knoworth, being to go to Church with them. What of this? Soft and fair Sir Martine, I will i'th' evening steal you into the Lady's chamber when she's in bed, come to her, and in the dark, (that's the only time to deal with a woman) (and as another man) try what you can do with her: if she consent (the worst) you do but cuckold yourself, if hold out, being a woman alone, in bed, and in the dark having a man standing by her, you may then conclude her an honest wife, and your jealousy foolish, as your vexation needless, you think I have no wit now I warrant. According as my soul could wish. Why la you then, who's the fool now? Sir Martine come in the evening, I will not fail you. Nor I hopes of trial, fare you well, A jealous man has in his heart his hell.
before the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1148 · TCP A01773 · DEEP 980
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1116–1134 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 40 in this edition
Length
478 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.822 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O no, she is like a too ripe, so extreamely sweet, Shee poisons like the hony which small Bees Sucke from the Aconite, the Panther so Breaths odors pretious as the Sarmaticke gums Of Easterne groves, but the delicious sent not taken in at Distance choakes the sense with the too muskie savor. You should have kis'd her as the Court fashion is, upon the cheeke, but pray ir, why are you so jealous: yet cannot prove your Lady has a trick with her toe, or turnes oftner then an honest woman (if shee do) had not you better like an old Stag, cast the cognisance of your order into the hedge, then like a wanton Pricket, runne fll Butte at every one you meet, as who should say; take notice of my horns. I am ashamed of it so I am. Do'st not believe I am? a hideous cuckold. And must you needs cry Cuckow therefore. There are knights in towne who know their Ladies to be Hens oth'game, and ive by tredding, yet like mettle Cockes they never hang the Gills for't, they are sure faire Gamesters use to pay the boxe well: especially at In, and In, (the Innes of Court Butlers would have had but a bad Christmas of it else) and what care they, so they can purchase plush, though their wives pay ith' hole for it. Can there be such monsters? Monsters, they are men Sir Martine, such as you are; only they are velvet browd a little: but heare me Sir, if a man would venture faire offer to give a certaine knowledge of your wifes honesty. Doe that, and be my genius Vrinall. You would have an evill Angell of me, Ile tell you sir, my master intends privately this night to wed his daughter to the Dutch younker Sonce, the house will be atquiet, and your Lady left alone in her chamber, her sister Mistris Knoworth, being to goe to Church with them. What of this? Soft and faire Sir Martine, I will ith' evening steale you into the Ladies chamber when she's in bed, come to her, and in the darke, (thats the only time to deale with a woman) (and as another man) trie what you can doe with her: if she consent (the worst) you doe but cuckold your selfe, if hold out, being a woman alone, in bed, and in the dark having a man standing by her, you may then conclude her an honest wife, and your jealousie foolish, as your vexation needlesse, you thinke I have no wit now I warrant. According as my soule could wish. Why law you then, who's the fooole now? Sir Martine come in the evening, I will not faile you. Nor I hopes of triall, fare you well, A jealous man has in his heart his hell.