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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Yes too, And the most kind man, and the ablest also To give a wife content, he is sound as old wine, And to his soundness rises on the palate, And there's the man; I find him rich too Clara. Hast thou married him. What dost thou think I fish without a bait wench? I bob for fools? he is mine own I have him, I told thee what would tickle him like a trout, And as I cast it so I caught him daintily, And all he has I have stowed at my devotion. Does thy Lady know this? she is coming now to town, Now to live here in this house. Let her come, She shall be welcome, I am prepared for her, She is mad sure if she be angry at my fortune, For what I have made bold. Dost thou not love him? Yes, entirely well, As long as there he stays and looks no farther Into my ends, but when he doubts, I hate him, And that wise hate will teach me how to cozen him, How to decline their wives, and curb their manners, To put a stern and strong rein to their natures, And holds he is an Ass not worth acquaintance, That cannot mould a devil to obedience, I owe him a good turn for these opinions, And as I find his temper I may pay him. O here he is, now you shall see a kind man. My Estifania, shall we to dinner lamb, I know thou stayest for me. I cannot eat else. I never enter but methinks a Paradise Appears about me. You are welcome to it Sir. I think I have the sweetest seat in Spain wench, methinks the richest too, we'll eat i'th' garden In one o'th' arbours, there 'tis cool and pleasant, And have our wine cold in the running fountain Who's that? A friend of mine Sir. Of what breeding? A Gentlewoman Sir. What business has she? Is she a learned woman i'th' Mathematics, Can she tell fortunes? More than I know Sir. Or has she ere a letter from a kinswoman, That must be delivered in my absence wife, Or comes she from the Doctor to salute ye, And learn your health, she looks not like a confessor. What need all this, why are you troubled Sir. What do you suspect, she cannot cuckold ye, She is a woman Sir, a very woman. Your very woman may do very well Sir Toward the matter, for though she cannot perform it In her own person, she may do it by Proxy, Your rarest jugglers work still by conspiracy. Cry ye mercy husband, you are jealous then, And happily suspect me. No indeed wife. methinks you should not till you have more cause And clearer too: I am sure you have heard say husband, A woman forced will free herself through iron, A happy, calm, and good wife discontented May be taught tricks. No, no, I do but jest with ye. Tomorrow friend i'll see you.
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Yes too, And the most kinde man and the ablest also To give a wife content, he is sound as old wine, And to his soundnesse rises on the pallat, And there's the man; I finde him rich too Clara. Hast thou married him. What dost thou think I fish without a bait wench? I bob for fooles? he is mine own I have him, I told thee what would tickle him like a trout, And as I cast it so I caught him daintily, And all he has I have stow'd at my devotion. Does thy Lady know this? she is comming now to towne, Now to live here in this house. Let her come, She shall be welcome, I am prepar'd for hir, She is mad sure if she be angry at my fortune, For what I have made bold. Dost thou not love him? Yes, intirely well, As long as there he staies and looks no farther Into my ends, but when he doubts, I hate him, And that wise hate will teach me how to cozen him, How to decline their wives, and curb their manners, To put a sterne and strong reyne to their natures, And holds he is an Asse not worth acquaintance, That cannot mould a divell to obedience, I owe him a good turne for these opinions, And as I finde his temper I may pay him. O here he is, now you shall see a kinde man. My Estifania, shall we to dinner lambe, I know thou staist for me. I cannot eat else. I never enter but me thinks a Paradice Appeares about me. You are welcome to it Sir. I think I have the sweetest seat in Spaine wench, Me thinks the richest too, weele eat ith garden In one o'th arbours, there tis coole and pleasant, And have our wine cold in the running fountain Who's that? A friend of mine Sir. Of what breeding? A Gentlewoman Sir. What businesse has she? Is shee a learned woman i'th Mathematicks, Can shee tell fortunes? More then I know Sir. Or has she ere a letter from a kinswoman, That must be delivered in my absence wife, Or comes she from the Doctor to salute ye, And learne your health, she looks not like a confessor. What need all this, why are you troubled Sir. What doe you suspect, she cannot uckold ye, Shee is a woman Sir, a very woman. Your very woman may doe very well Sir Toward the matter, for though she cannot performe it In her own person, she may doe it by Proxie, Your rarest jugglers work still by conspiracy. Cry ye mercy husband, you are jealous then, And happily suspect me. No indeed wife. Me thinks you should not till you have more cause And cleerer too: I am sure you have heard say husband, A woman forced will free her selfe through iron, A happy, calme, and good wife discontented May be taught tricks. No, no, I doe but jest with ye. To morrow friend ile see you.