Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.82 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Is this the fellow that the people pointed at, For the mere sign of man, the walking image, He speaks wondrous highly. As a husband ought sir, In his own house, and it becomes me well too, I think your grace would grieve if you were put to it, To have a wife or servant of your own, For wives are reckoned in the rank of servants, Under your own roof to command ye. Brave, a strange conversion, thou shalt lead In chief now. Is there no difference betwixt her and you sir. Not now Lord, my Fortune makes me even, And as I am an honest man, I am nobler. Get me my coach. Let me see who dare get it Till I command, i'll make him draw your coach too, And eat your Coach, (which will be hard diet) That executes your will; or take your coach Lady, I give you liberty, and take your people. Which I turn off, and take your will abroad with ye, Take all these freely, but take me no more, And so farewell. Nay sir you shall not carry it So bravely off, you shall not wrong a Lady In a high huffing strain, and think to bear it, We stand not by as bawds to your brave fury, To see a Lady weep. They are tears of anger, I beseech ye note 'em not worth pity, Wrung from her rage, because her will prevails not, She would sound now if she could not cry, Else they were excellent and I should grieve too, But falling thus, they show nor sweet nor orient, Put up my Lord, this is oppression, And calls the sword of justice to relieve me, The Law to lend her hand, the king to right me, All which shall understand how you provoke me, In mine own house to brave me, is this princely, Then to my guard, and if I spare your Grace, And do not make this place your monument, Too rich a tomb for such a rude behaviour, I have a cause will kill a thousand of ye, mercy forsake me. Hold fair sir I beseech ye, The Gentleman but pleads his own right nobly. He that dares strike against the husband's freedom, The husband's curse stick to him, a tamed cuckold, His wife be fair and young, but most dishonest, Most impudent, and have no feeling of it, No conscience to reclaim her from a Monster, Let her lie by him like a flattering ruin, And at one instant kill both name and honour, Let him be lost, no eye to weep his end, Nor find no earth that's base enough to bury him, Now sir fall on, I am ready to oppose ye. I have better thought, I pray sir use your wife well. Mine own humanity will teach me that sir, And now you are all welcome, all, and we'll to dinner, This is my wedding day. I'll cross your joy yet.
nodes 1350–1408 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 37 in this edition
Length
500 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.820 (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)
Is this the fellow that the people pointed at, For the meere signe of man, the walking image, He speaks wondrous highly. As a husband ought sir, In his owne house, and it becomes me well too, I think your grace would grieve if you were put to it, To have a wife or servant of your owne, For wives are reckon'd in the ranke of servants, Vnder your own roofe to command ye. Brave, a strange convertion, thou shalt lead In chiefe now. Is there no difference betwixt hir and you sir. Not now Lord, my Fortune makes me even, And as I am an honest man, I am nobler. Get me my coach. Let me see who dare get it Till I command, ile make him draw your coach too, And eat your Coach, (which will be hard diet) That executes your will; or take your coach Lady, I give you liberty, and take your people. Which I turne off, and take your will abroad with ye, Take all these freely, but take me no more, And so farewell. Nay sir you shall not carry it So bravely off, you shall not wrong a Lady In a high huffing straine, and think to beare it, We stand not by as bawds to your brave fury, To see a Lady weepe. They are teares of anger, I beseech ye note um not worth pitty, Wrung from her rage, because her will prevailes not, She would sownd now if she could not cry, Else they were excellent and I should grieve too, But falling thus, they show nor sweet nor orient, Put up my Lord, this is oppression, And calls the sword of Iustice to releeve mee, The Law to lend her hand, the king to right me, All which shall understand how you provoke mee, In mine own house to brave mee, is this princely, Then to my guard, and if I spare your Grace, And doe not make this place your monument, Too rich a tombe for such a rude behaviour, I have a cause will kill a thousand of ye, mercy for sake me. Hold faire sir I beseech ye, The Gentleman but pleads his own right nobly. He that dares strike against the husbands freedome, The husbands curse stick to him, a tam'd cuckold, His wife be faire and young, but most dishonest, Most impudent, and have no feeling of it, No conscience to reclaime her from a Monster, Let her lye by him like a flattering ruine, And at one instant kill both name and honour, Let him be lost, no eye to weepe his end, Nor finde no earth that's base enough to bury him, Now sir fall on, I am ready to oppose ye. I have better thought, I pray sir use your wife well. Mine own humanity will teach me that sir, And now you are all welcome, all, and wee'l to dinner, This is my wedding day. Ile crosse your joy yet.