Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men 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.
Because a husband stops all doubts in this point, And clears all passages. What husband mean ye. A husband of an easy faith a fool, Made by her wealth, and moulded to her pleasure, One though he see himself become a monster, Shall hold the door, and entertain the maker. You grant there may be such a man. Yes marry, but how to bring 'em to this rare Perfection. They must be chosen so, things of no honour, Nor outward honesty. No 'tis no matter, I care not what they are, so they be lusty. methinks now a rich Lawyer, some such fellow, That carries credit, and a face of awe, But lies with nothing but his client's business. No there's no trusting them, they are too subtle, The Law has moulded 'em of natural mischief. Then some grave governor, Some man of honour, yet an easy man. If he have honour I am undone, i'll none such, I'll have a lusty man, honour will cloy me. 'tis fit ye should Lady; And to that end, with search and wit and labour, I have found one out, a right one and a perfect, He is made as strong as brass, is of brave years too, And doughty of complexion. Is he a Gentleman? Yes and a Soldier, as gentle as you would wish him, A good fellow, wears good clothes. Those i'll allow him, They are for my credit, does he understand, But little? Very little. 'tis the better. Has not the warres bred him up to anger? No, he will not quarrel with a dog that bites him, Let him be drunk or sober, is one silence. Has no capacity what honour is? For that's the soldiers' god. honour's a thing too subtle for his wisdomes, If honour lie in eating, he is right honourable. Is he so goodly a man do you say? As you shall see Lady, But to all this is but a trunk. I would have him so, I shall add branches to him to adorn him, Go, find me out this man, and let me see him, If he be that motion that you tell me of, And make no more noise, I shall entertain him, Let him be here. He shall attend your Ladyship. Why thou art not married indeed. No, no, pray think so, Alas I am a fellow of no reckoning, Not worth a Lady's eye. Wouldst thou steal a fortune, And make none of all thy friends acquainted with it, Nor bid us to thy wedding. No indeed, There was no wisdom in't, to bid an Artist, An old seducer to a female banquet, I can cut up my pie without your instructions. Was it the wench i'th' veil. Basto 'twas she, The prettiest rogue that ere you looked upon, The lovingest thief. And is she rich withal too. A mine, a mine, there is no end of wealth colonel. I am an ass, a bashful fool, prithee colonel, How do thy companies fill now.
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Because a husband stops all doubts in this point, And cleers all passages. What husband mean yee. A husband of an eay faith a foole, Made by her wealth, and moulded to her pleasure, One though he see himselfe become a monster, Shall hold the doore, and entertaine the maker. You grant there may be such a man. Yes marry, but how to bring um to this rare Perfection. They must be chosen so, things of no honour, Nor outward honesty. No 'tis no matter, I care not what they are, so they be lusty. Me thinks now a rich Lawyer, some such fellow, That carries credit, and a face of awe, But lies with nothing but his clients businesse. No ther's no trusting them, they are too subtill, The Law has moulded 'um of naturall mischiefe. Then some grave governo, Some man of honour, yet an easy man. If he have honour I am undone, ile none such, Ile have a lusty man, honour will cloy mee. Tis fit ye should Lady; And to that end, with search and wit and labour, I have found one out, a right one and a perfect, He is made as strong as brasse, is of brave years too, And doubty of complexion. Is he a Gentleman? Yes and a Soldier, as gentle as you would wish him, A good fellow, wears good cloaths. Those ile allow him, They are for my credit, does he understand, But litle? Very litle. Tis the better. Has not the wares red him up to anger? No, he will not quarrell with a dog that bites him, Let him be drunke or sober, is one silence. Has no capacity what honour is? For that's the souldiers god. Honor's a thing too subtill for his wisdome If honour lye in eating, he is right honorable. Is he so goodly a man doe you say? As you shall see Lady, But to all this is but a trunke. I would have him so, I shall adde branches to him to adorne him, Goe, finde me out this man, and le me see him, If he be that motion that you tell me of, And make no more noise, I shall entertaine him, Let him be here. He shall attend your Ladiship. Why thou art not married indeed. No, no, pray think so, Alas I am a fellow of no reckoning, Not worth a Ladies eye. Woodst thou steale a fortune, And make none of all thy friends acquainted with it Nor bid us to thy wedding. No indeed, There was no wisdome in't, to bid an Artist, An old seducer to a femall banquet, I can cut up my pye without your instructions. Was it the wench i'th vaile. Basto 'twas she, The prettiest rogue that ere you look'd upon, The lovingst theefe. And is she rich withall too. A mine, a mine, there is no end of wealth Coronell. I am an asse, a bashfull foole, prethee Coronell, How doe thy companies fill now.