Terence (Publius Terentius Afer)Kyffin, Maurice · published 1588 · first performed or written 1588 (Annals) comedy 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.
Alas that I have not leisure to punish thee as I would: it is now time for me to see to myself, and not to be avenged of thee. IS this a thing credible, or worthy to be spoken of, that there should be somuch perverseness in any man, as to delight in evil, and to seek his own commodity, even by the discommodity of another? Is this kind of people to be trusted? Nay certainly, those are the very worst kind of people, who are somewhat shamefast in denying a Request, but afterward, when time requires performance of their promises, Then of necessity, they bewray themselves and falter, and yet the matter itself drives them then to a flat denial: Then is their speech void of all shame and honesty, as thus: who are you sir? What friend of mine are you? why should you desire my sweet heart? O sir, hear you me, I love you well, but myself better. Nevertheless, if you ask where is truth and trustiness of promise, they are never a whit ashamed. Now they are not afraid to deny, whenas they ought to perform: And yet are they then afraid, when they should not. But what shall I do? Is it best that I go to him, to taunt and take him up for this injury? I shall give him shrewd words his fill: But one may say to me, thou shalt be never the near: yes very much: without doubt I shall anger every vain in his heart, and withal shall ease mine own mind. Carinus, I have unawares (without God help us) even clean cast away both you and myself. Yea, unawares: is it so indeed? Now at last you have got an excuse: Tush, thou hast broken thy faith and promise. Why, what excuse now at last? What, wouldst thou yet again deceive me now, with those subtle speeches of thine? Why, what is the matter with you now? marry after I had told you that I was in love with Philumena, forsooth it pleased you to like her well for yourself: Woe is me woeful wretch, who esteemed the honesty of thy mind by mine own. You mistake the matter. Why, and dost thou not think this yet a joy perfect enough for thee, unless thou mayst make a tame fool of me that am in love, and feed me with vain hope? well, take her to thee. Should I take her? Alack, full little do you know, in how great troubles I am wrapped, unhappy man that I am: and what care and anguish, this my Tormentor hath put me to, with his devices. Why, is that such a marvel? he takes ensample by you. Well, you would not say this, if you knew either me, or my love. I know you were at words with your father of late, and that is the matter he is now displeased with you, but yet he could not compel you to marry her today.
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Alas that I haue not leyſure to puniſh thée as I would: it is now time for mée to ſée to my ſelfe, and not to be auenged of thée. IS this a thing credible, or worthy to be ſpoken of, that there ſhold be ſomuch peruerſneſſe in any man, as to delight in euill, and to ſéeke his owne commoditie, euen by the diſcommodity of an other? Is this kinde of people to be truſted? Nay certainely, thoſe are the very worſt kinde of people, who are ſomewhat ſhamefaſt in denying a Requeſt, but afterward, when time requires performance of their promiſes, Then of neceſſitie, they bewray themſelues and faulter, and yet the matter it ſelfe driues them then to a flat denyall: Then is their ſpéech void of all ſhame and honeſty, as thus: who are you ſir? What friend of mine are you? why ſhould you deſire my ſwéete hart? O ſir, heare you me, I loue you well, but my ſelfe better. Neuertheleſſe, if you aſke where is truth and truſtines of promis, they are neuer a whit aſhamed. Now they are not a frayd to deny, when as they ought to performe: And yet are they then afrayd, when they ſhold not. But what ſhall I doo? Is it beſt that I goe to him, to taunt and take him vp for this iniurie? I ſhall giue him ſhrewd woords his fill: But one may ſay to me, thou ſhalt be neuer the néere: yes very much: without doubt I ſhall anger euerie vayne in his hart, and withall ſhall eaſe mine owne minde. Carinus, I haue vnawares (without God help vs) euen cleane caſt away both you and my ſelfe. Yea, vnawares: is it ſo indéede? Now at laſt you haue got an excuſe: Tuſh, thou haſt broken thy faith and promis. Why, what excuſe now at laſt? What, woldſt thou yet againe deceiue me now, with thoſe ſuttle ſpéeches of thine? Why, what is the matter with you now? Mary after I had told you that I was in loue with Philumena, forſooth it pleaſed you to like her well for your ſelfe: Wo is me wofull wretch, who eſtéemed the honeſty of thy minde by mine owne. You miſtake the matter. Why, and doſt thou not think this yet a ioy perfect enough for thée, vnles thou maiſt make a tame foole of me that am in loue, and feede me with vaine hope? well, take her to thée. Shold I take her? Alack, ful little do you know, in how great troobles I am wrapt, vnhappie man that I am: and what care and anguiſh, this my Tormentor hath put me to, with his deuiſes. Why, is that ſuch a marueill? he takes enſample by you. Well, you would not ſay this, if you knew either me, or my loue. I know you were at words with your father of late, and that is the matter he is now diſpleaſed with you, but yet he could not cōpel you to marry her to day.