Anonymous / Kyd, Thomas / Shakespeare, William / Watson, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I did, and that's the cause it likes not you, there's nothing that I do can please your taste. You were best to say I would have poisoned you, I cannot speak or cast aside my eye: But he Imagines, I have stepped awry. Here's he that you cast in my teeth so oft, Now will I be convinced, or purge myself, I charge thee speak to this mistrustful man, Thou that wouldst see me hang, thou Mosbye thou, What favour hast thou had more than a kiss At coming or departing from the Town? You wrong yourself and me, to cast these doubts Your loving husband is not jealous. Why gentle mistress Alice, cannot I be ill, But you'll accuse yourself. Franklin thou hast a box of mithridate, I'll take a little to prevent the worst. Do so, and let us presently take horse, My life for yours ye shall do well enough. Give me a spoon, I'll eat of it myself, Would it were full of poison to the brim. Then should my cares and troubles have an end, Was ever silly woman so tormented? Be patient sweet love, I mistrust not thee, God will revenge it Arden if thou dost. For never woman loved her husband better, than I do thee, I know it sweet Alice, cease to complain: lest that in fears I answer thee again. Come leave this dallying, and let us away. Forbear to wound me with that bitter word, Arden shall go to London in my arms. Loath am I to depart, yet I must go, Wilt thou to London then, and leave me here, Ah if thou love me gentle Arden stay, Yet if thy business be of great Import Go if thou wilt I'll bear it as I may. But write from London to me every week, Nay every day, and stay no longer there Then thou must needs, lest that I die for sorrow. I'll write unto thee every other side, And so farewell sweet Alice till we meet next. Farewell Husband seeing you'll have it so. And M, Franklin, seeing you take him hence, In hope you'll hasten him home I'll give you this And if he stay the fault shall not be mine, Mosbie farewell and see you keep your oath. I hope he is not jealous of me now. No Mosbie no, hereafter think of me, As of your dearest friend, and so farewell. I am glad he is gone, he was about to stay. But did you mark me then how I broke off? I Alice, and it was cunningly performed, But what a villain is this painter Clarke? Was it not a goodly poison that he gave? Why he's as well now, as he was before. It should have been some fine confection, That might have given the broth some dainty tasty, This powder was to gross and populos. But had he eaten but three spoonfuls more, Then had he died, and our love continued.
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I did, and thats the cause it likes not you, Thers nothing that I do can please your taste. You were best to say I would haue poysoned you, I cannot speak or cast aside my eye: But he Imagines, I have stept awry. Heres he that you cast in my teeth so oft, Now will I be conuinced, or purge my selfe, I charge thee speake to this mistrustfull man, Thou that wouldst see me hange, thou M of bye thou, What fauour hast thou had more then a kisse At comming or departing from the Towne? You wrong your selfe and me, to cast these douts Your louing husband is not Ielious. Why gentle mistres Ales, cannot I be ill, But youle accuse your selfe. Franckline thou haste a boxe of Methridate, Ile take a lytle to preuent the worst. Do so, and let vs presently take horse, My lyfe for yours ye shall do well enough. Giue me a spoone, I le eat of it my selfe, Would it were full of poyson to the brim. Then should my cares and troubles haue an end, Was euer silly woman so tormented? Be patient sweete loue, I mistrust not thée, God will reuenge it Arden if thou doest. For neuer woman lou'd her husband better, thē I do thee, I know it sweete Ales, cease to complaine: Least that in feares I answer thee againe. Come leaue this dallying, and let vs away. Forbeare to wound me with that bitter word, Arden shall go to London in my armes. Loth am I to depart, yet I must go, Wilt thou to London then, and leaue me here, Ah if thou loue me gentle Arden stay, Yet if thy busines be of great Import Go if thou wilt Ile beare it as I may. But write from London to me euery weeke, Nay euery day, and stay no longer there Then thou must nedes, least that I die for sorrow. Ile write vnto thee euery other side, And so farewell sweete Ales till we meete next. Farewell Husbaud seeing youle haue it so. And M, Francklin, seeing you take him hence, In hope youle hasten him home Ile give you this And if he stay the fault shall not be mine, Mosbie farewell and see you kéepe your oath. I hope he is not Ielious of me now. No Mosbie no, hereafter thinke of me, As of your dearest frend, and so farewell. I am glad he is gone, he was about to stay. But did you marke me then how I brake of? I Ales, and it was cunningly performed, But what a villaine is this painter Clarke? Was it not a goodly poyson that he gaue? Why he's as well now, as he was before. It should haue bene some fine confection, That might haue giuen the broth some daintie tasty, This powder was to grosse and populos. But had he eaten but thrée spoonefulles more, Then had he died, and our loue continued.