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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Now thou art a brave Gentleman, And by this sacred light I love thee dearly, The house is none of yours, I did but jest Sir, Nor you are no coz of mine, I beseech ye vanish, I tell you plain, you have no more right than he Has, that senseless thing, your wife has once more fooled ye: Go ye and consider. Good morrow my sweet cousin, I should be glad sir. By this hand she dies for't, Or any man that speaks for her. These are fine toys. Let me request you stay but one poor month, You shall have a Commission and i'll go too, Give me but will so far. Well I will try ye, Good morrow to your Grace, we have private business. If I miss thee again, I am an arrant bungler. Thou shalt have my command, and i'll march under thee, Nay be thy boy before thou shalt be baffled, Thou art so brave a fellow. I have seen visions. Come hither wife, do you know this hand? I do Sir. 'tis Estifanias, that was once my woman. She writes to me here, that one Cacafogo A usuring jeweller's son (I know the rascal) Is mortally fallen in love with ye. Is a monster, deliver me from mountains. Do you go a birding for all sorts of people, And this evening will come to ye and show ye jewels, And offers any thing to get access to ye, f I can make or sport or profit on him (For he is fit for both) she bids me use him, And so I will, be you conformable, and follow but my will. I shall not fail sir Will the Duke come again do you think. No sure Sir, Has now no policy to bring him hither Nor bring you to him, if my wit hold fair wife: Let's in to dinner. Had I but lungs enough to bawl sufficiently, That all the queans in Christendom might hear me, That men might run away from contagion, I had my wish; would it were most high treason, Most infinite high, for any man to marry, I mean for any man that would live handsomely, And like a Gentleman, in his wits and credit, What torments shall I put her to, Phalaris bull now, Pox they love bulling too well, though they smoke for't, Cut her apieces, every piece will live still, And every morsel of her will do mischief; They have so many lives, there's no hanging of 'em They are too light to drown, they are cork and feathers, To burn too cold, they live like Salamanders; Under huge heaps of stones to bury her, And so depress her as they did the Giants; She will move under more than built old Babel, I must destroy her. Be cozened by a thing of clouts, a she moth, That every silkman's shop breeds; to be cheated, And of a thousand ducats by a whim-wham.
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Now thou art a brave Gentleman, And by this sacred light I love thee dearely, The house is none of yours, I did but jest Sir, Nor you are no coze of mine, I beseech yee vanish, I tell you plaine, you have no more right then he Has, that senselesse thing, your wife has once more foold ye: Goe ye and consider. Good morrow my sweet cozen, I should be glad sir. By this hand she dies for't, Or any man that speakes for her. These are fine toyes. Let me request you stay but one poore month, You shall have a Commission and ile goe too, Give me but will so far. Well I will try ye, Good morrow to your Grace, we have private businesse. If I misse thee agen, I am an arrant bungler. Thou shalt have my command, and ile march under thee, Nay be thy boy before thou shalt be bafled, Thou art so brave a fellow. I have seen visions. Come hether wife, doe you know this hand? I doe Sir. Tis Estifanias, that was once my woman. She writes to me here, that one Cacafogo A usuring jewellers son (I know the rascall) Is mortally fallne in love with ye. Is a monster, deliver me from mountaines. Doe you goe a birding for all sorts of people, And this evening will come to ye and shew ye jewels, And offers any thing to get accesse to ye, f I can make or sport or profit on him (For he is fit for both) she bids me use him, And so I will, be you conformable, and follow but my will. I shall not faile sir Will the Duke come againe doe you think. No sure Sir, Has now no pollicie to bring him hither Nor bing you to him, if my wit hold faire wife: Lets in to dinner. Had I but lungs enough to bawle sufficiently, That all the queanes in Christendome might heare me, That men might run away from contagion, I had my wish; would it were most high treason, Most infinite high, for any man to marry, I meane for any man that would live hansomely, And like a Gentleman, in his wits and credit, What torments shall I put her to, Phalaris bull now, Pox they love bulling too well, though they smoak for't, Cut her apeeces, every peece will live still, And every morsell of her will doe mischiefe; They have so many lives, there's no hanging of um They are too light to drowne, they are cork and feathers, To burne too cold, they live like Salamanders; Vnder huge heaps of stones to bury her, And so depresse her as they did the Giants; She will move under more then built old Babell, must destroy her. Be cozend by a thing of clouts, a she moth, That every silkmans shop breeds; to be cheated, And of a thousand duckets by a whim wham.