Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 16 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
This greeting answers unto his desert. So quickly gone? farewell, all women for Victoria's sake, And on them all for her, revenge I mean to take. Busy they are with pen to write our vices in our face, But negligent to know the blemish of their own disgrace. Gestures and looks in readiness, at their command they have, Mirth, sorrow, fear, hope, and what other passion you can crave. Hence riseth every cloud in love, this breedeth all the strife, Snares to our feet, devouring cankers, these are unto life. Ridetur chorda qui semper aberrat eadem. I cannot abide Sir, to harp still upon one string, It is too Cuckoo-like they say, one song continually to sing. It were good for you to learn quickly in what clef you should take your part, And be speedily revenged on her that strikes such a dagger to your heart. Oh they are full of deceit, cogging, flattery, foisting, twiddle-twaddle, and I know not what, This Genus demonstrativam, is such a bottomless sea, you will never have done if you enter into that. The dispraise of women is so great, that without doubt, All the tongues in the world are not able to set it out. 'tis one of my precepts, to be short and sharp in word and blow, When they anger you, bid the devil take them all, and make no more ado. Waste thou so near Pedante? I heard you well enough. I think I must bring you to Copia rerum again for change of stuff, Leave these exclamations, and crying out upon women now, If you look well to yourself, the fault is in you. You would needs love, though in your last lecture among your sententiae, similitudines and dicendi flores. I made you write this in your paper book, Littore quot conchae, tot sunt in amore dolores. Thou didst in deed Pedante, and I have not it forgot, Now you find it by proof, I believe you will not. But let this matter pass, and tell me Sir, how with Fortunio you speed, Did you touch him so near that his heart did bleed? Oh no, for in Victoria he hath such confidence, That he excuseth her, and now mistrusteth my pretence. What remedy then? I know not, for he saith, except that I can plainly prove, That other men besides himself Victoria doth love. He was, and is, and will be hers, so long as he doth live, Accidit in puncto, quod non contingit in anno, very good counsel for this I can give. Do you see this brave rob? I do, very well, But why I have brought it, you cannot tell, No trust me. Did not I tell you that for your sake I began to curry favour with Victoria's maid? In deed Pedante, I remember such a thing you said.
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¶This gréeting answeres vnto his desert. ¶So quickly gone? farewell, all women for Victoriaes sake, And on them all for her, reuenge I meane to take. Busie they are with pen to write our vices in our face, But negligent to knowe the blemish of their owne disgrace. Gestures and lookes in readinesse, at their command they haue, Mirth, sorrowe, feare, hope, and what other passion you can craue. Hence riseth euery cloude in loue, this bréedeth all the strife, Snares to our féete, deuouring cankers, these are vnto life. ¶Ridetur chorda qui semper aberrat eadem. I cannot abide Sir, to harpe still vpon one string, It is too Cuckolike they say, one song continually to sing. It were good for you to learne quickly in what cléefe you should take your part, And be spéedely reuenged on her that strikes such a dagger to your heart. Oh they are full of deceit, cogging, flattery, foisting, twitle-twatle, and I know not what, This Genus demonstratiuam, is such a bottomlesse sea, you will neuer haue done if you enter into that. The dispraise of women is so great, that without doubt, All the tongnes in the world are not able to set it out. T'is one of my precepts, to be short and sharpe in word and bloe, When they anger you, bid the deuill take them all, and make no more adoe. ¶Waste thou so neare Pedante? ¶I heard you well ynough. I thinke I must bring you to Copia rerū againe for chāge of stuffe, Leaue these exclamations, and crying out vpon women now, If you looke well to your selfe, the faulte is in you. You would néedes loue, though in your last lecture among your sententiae, similitudines and dicendi flores. I made you write this in your paper booke, Littore quot conchae, tot sunt in amore dolores. ¶Thou didst in déede Pedante, and I haue not it forgot, ¶Now you finde it by proofe, I beléeue you will not. But let this matter passe, and tell me Sir, how with Fortunio you spéede, Did you touch him so néere that his heart did bléede? ¶Oh no, for in Victoria he hath such confidence, That he excuseth her, and now mistrusteth my pretence. ¶What remedy then? ¶I knowe not, for he saith, except that I can plainly proue, That other men besides him selfe Victoria doeth loue. He was, and is, and will be hers, so long as he doth liue, ¶Accidit in puncto, quod non contingit in anno, very good coūsell for this I can giue. Doe you sée this braue robe? ¶I doe, very well, ¶But why I haue brought it, you cannot tell, ¶No trust me. ¶Did not I tel you that for your sake I begā to curry fauour with Victoriaes mayde? ¶In déede Pedante, I remember such a thing you saide.