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 0.85 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Nay what ail you sweet wife To put these daily pastimes on my patience, What dost thou see in me, that I should suffer thus, Have not I done my part like a true husband, And paid some desperate debts you never looked for. You have done handsomely I must confess sir. Have I not kept thee waking like a hawk? And watched thee with delights to satisfy thee? The very tithes of which had won a widow. Alas I pity ye. Thou wilt make me angry, Thou never sawst me mad yet. You are always, You carry a kind of bedlam still about ye. If thou pursuest me farther I run stark mad, If you have more hurt Dukes or Gentlemen, To lie here on your cure, I shall be desperate, I know the trick, and you shall feel I know it, Are ye so hot that no hedge can contain ye, I'll have thee let blood in all the veins about thee, I'll have thy thoughts found too, and have them opened, Thy spirits purged, for those are they that fire ye, Thy maid shall be thy Mistress thou the maid, And all those servile labours that she reach at, And go through cheerfully, or else sleep empty, That maid shall lie by me to teach you duty, You in a palate by to humble ye, And grieve for what you lose. I have lost myself sir, And all that was my base self, disobedience, My wantonness my stubbornness I have lost too, And now by that pure faith good wives are crowned with, By your own nobleness. I take ye up and wear ye next my heart, See you be worth it. Now what with you? I come to tell my Lady, There is a fulsome fellow would fain speak with her. 'tis Cacafogo go and entertain him, And draw him on with hopes. I shall observe ye. I have a rare design upon that gentleman, And you must work too. I shall sir most willingly. A way then both, & keep him close in some place From the Duke's sight, and keep the Duke in too, Make 'em believe both, I'll find time to cure 'em. Why how dar'st thou meet me again thou rebel, And know'st how thou hast used me thrice, thou rascal, Were there not ways enough to fly my vengeance, No holes nor vaults to hide thee from my fury, But thou must meet me face to face to kill thee? I would not seek thee to destroy thee willingly, But now thou comest to invite me, And comest upon me, How like a sheep biting Rogue taken i'th' manner, And ready for the halter dost thou look now, Thou hast a hanging look thou scurvy thing, hast ne'er a knife Nor never a string to lead thee to Elysium? Be there no pitiful Pothecaries in this town, That have compassion upon wretched women, And dare administer a dram of ratsbane, But thou must fall to me?
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Length
505 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.854 (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)
Nay what aile you sweet wife To put these daily pastimes on my patience, What dost thou see in mee, that I should suffer thus, Have not I done my part like a true husband, And paid some desperate debts you never look'd for. You have done handomely I must confesse sir. Have I not kept thee waking like a hawke? And watcht thee with delights to satisfy thee? The very tithes of which had wonne a widow. Alas I pitty ye. Thou wilt make me angry, Thou never saw'st me mad yet. You are alwaies, You carry a kind of bedlam still about ye. If thou persuest me farther I run stark mad, If you have more hurt Dukes or Gentlemen, To lye here on your cure, I shall be desperate, I know the trick, and you shall feel I know it, Are ye so hot that no hedge can containe ye, Ile have thee let blood in all the veines about thee, Ile have thy thoughts found too, and have them open'd, Thy spirits purg'd, for those are they that fire ye, Thy maid shall be thy Mistris thou the maid, And all those servile labours that she reach at, And goe through cherefully, or else sleep empty, That maid shall lye by me to teach you duty, You in a pallat by to humble ye, And greeve for what you loose. I have lost my selfe sir, And all that was my base selfe, disobedience, My wantonnesse my stubbornenesse have lost too, And now by that pure faith good wives are crown'd with, By your own noblenesse. I take ye up and weare ye next my heart, See you be worth it. Now what with you? I come to tell my Lady, There is a fulsome fellow would fain speak with her. Tis Cacafogo goe and entertaine him, And draw him on with hopes. I shall observe ye. I have a rare designe upon that gentleman, And you must work too. I shall sir most willingly. A way then both, & keep him close in some plce From the Dukes sight, and keep the Duke in too, Make um beleeve both, Ile find time to cure um. Why how darst thou meet me againe thou rebell, And knowst how thou hast used mee thrice, thou rascall, Were there not waies enough to fly my vengeance, No holes nor vaults to hide thee from my fury, But thou must meet me face to face to kill thee? I would not seek thee to destroy thee willingly, But now thou comest to invite me, And comest upon mee, How like a sheep biting Rogue taken i'th manner, And ready for the halter dost thou look now, Thou hast a hanging look thou scurvy thing, hast nere a knife Nor never a string to lead thee to Elisium? Be there no pittifull Pothecaries in this towne, That have compassion upon wretched women, And dare administer a dramme of rats-bane, But thou must fall to mee?