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 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
And what of them? They are mine Sir, and you know it, My wives I mean, and so conferred upon me, The hangings sir I must entreat, your servants, That are so busy in their offices, Again to minister to their right uses, I shall take view o'th' plate anon, and furnitures That are of under place, you are merry still cozen, And of a pleasant constitution, Men of great fortunes make their mirths ad placitum. Prithee good stubborn wife, tell me directly, Good evil wife leave fooling and tell me honestly, Is this my kinsman? I can tell ye nothing. I have many kinsmen, but so mad a one, And so fantastic, all the house. All mine, And all within it, I will not bate ye an ace on't, Can you not receive a noble courtesy, And quietly and handsomely as ye ought Couze, But you must ride oath top on't. Canst thou fight? I'll tell ye presently, I could have done sir. For ye must law and claw before ye get it. Away, no quarrels. Now I am more temperate, I'll have it proved if you were never yet in Bedlam, Never in love for that's a lunacy, No great state left ye that you never looked for, Nor cannot manage, that's a rank distemper That you were christened, and who answered for ye, And then I yield. Has half persuaded me I was bred i'th' moon, I have ne'er a bush at my breech, are not we both mad, And is not this a fantastic house we are in, And all a dream we do, will ye walk out sir, And if I do not beat thee presently Into a sound belief, as sense can give thee, Brick me into that wall there for a chimney piece, And say I was one oath Caesars, done by a seal-cutter. I'll talk no more, come we'll away immediately. Why then the house is his, and all that's in it, I'll give away my skin but I'll undo ye, I gave it to his wife, you must restore Sir, And make a new provision. Am I mad now or am I christened, you my pagan cozen My mighty Mahound kinsman, what quirk now; You shall be welcome all, I hope to see sir Your Grace here, and my coz, we are all soldiers, And must do naturally for one another. Are ye blank at this, then I must tell ye Sir, Ye have no command, now ye may go at pleasure And ride your ass troop, 'twas a trick I use To try your jealousy upon entreaty, And saving of your wife. All this not moves me, Nor stirs my gall, nor altars my affections, You have more furniture, more houses Lady, And rich ones too, I will make bold with those, And you have Land i'th' Indies as I take it, Thither we'll go, and view a while those climates, Visit your Factors there, that may betray ye, 'tis done, we must go.
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And what of them? They are mine Sir, and you know it, My wives I meane, and so conferd upon me, The hangings sir I must entreat, your servants, That are so busie in their offices, Againe to minister to their right uses, I shall take view oth plate anon, and furniture That are of under place, you are merry still cozen, And of a pleasant constitution, Men of great fortunes make their mirths ad placitum. Preethee good stubborne wife, tell me directly, Good evill wife leave fooling and tell me honestly, Is this my kinsman? I can tell yee nothing. I have many kinsmen, but so mad a one, And so phantastick, all the house. All mine, And all within it, I will not bate ye an ace ont, Can you not receave a noble curtesie, And quietly and handsomely as ye ought Couze, But you must ride oth top ont. Canst thou fight? Ile tell ye presently, I cood have done sir. For ye must law and claw before ye get it. Away, no quarrels. Now I am more temperate, Ile have it proved if you were never yet in Bedlam, Never in love for thats a lunacy, No great state left ye that you never lookt for, Nor cannot mannage, thats a ranke distemper That you were christend, and who answer'd for ye, And then I yeeld. Has halfe perswaded me I was bred ith' moone, I have nere a bush at my breech, are not we both mad, And is not this a phantastick house we are in, And all a dreame we doe, will ye walk out sir, And if I doe not beat thee presently Into a sound beliefe, as sense can give thee, Brick me into that wall there for a chimney peece, And say I was one oth Caesars, done by a seale-cutter. Ile talke no more, come weele away immediatly. Why then the house is his, and all thats in it, Ile give away my skin but Ile undoe yee, I gave it to his wife, you must restore Sir, And make a new provision. Am I mad now or am I christend, you my pagan cozen My mighty Mahound kinsman, what quirk now; You shall be welcome all, I hope to see sir Your Grace here, and my coze, we are all souldiers, And must doe naturally for one another. Are ye blank at this, then I must tell ye Sir, Ye have no command, now ye may goe at pleasure And ride your asse troope, twas a trick I use To try your jealousie upon entreatie, And saving of your wife. All this not moues me, Nor stirs my gall, nor alters my affections, You have more furniture, more houses Lady, And rich ones too, I will make bold with those, And you have Land ith Indies as I take it, Thither weele goe, and view a while those clymats, Visit your Factors there, that may betray ye, Tis done, we must goe.