Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.77 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
What are thy looks? but like the Cockatrice, That seeks to wound poor silly passengers. If words, nor tears, nor looks, may win remorse, What then remains for my perplexed heart? Hath no interpreters but words, or tears, or looks. And they are all as false as thou thyself. Hard doom of death before my case be known, My judge unjust, and yet I cannot blame her, Since Love and jealousy mislead her thus. myself in fault, and yet not worthy blame, Because that Fortune made the fault, not Love. The ground of her unkindness grows, because I lost The precious Carcanet she gave to me: Lucina hath it, as her words import, But how she got it, heavens knows, not I, Yet this is some allegement to my sorrow, That if I can but get the Chain again, I boldly then shall let Perseda know, That she hath wronged Erastus and her friend: Ah Love, and if thou be'st of heavenly power, Inspire me with some present stratagem, It must be so, Lucina's a frank gamester, And like it is, in play she'll hazard it, For if report but blazons her aright, she's a frank gamester, and inclined to play, Ho Piston? Here sir, what would you with me, Desire Guelpio & signor Iulio come speak with me And bid them bring some store of crowns with them, And sirrah, provide me four vizards, four Gowns, a box, and a Drum, For I intend to go in mummery, I will sir. Ah virtuous Lamps of ever turning heavens, Incline her mind to play, and mine to win, Nor do I covet but what is mine own, Then shall I let Perseda understand, How jealousy had armed her tongue with malice, Ah were she not Perseda whom my heart, No more can fly, than iron can Adamant, Her late unkindness would have changed my mind. How now Erastus, wherein may we pleasure thee? Sirs thus it is, we must in mummery, Unto Lucina, neither for love nor hate, But if we can, to win the chain she wears, For though I have some interest therein, Fortune may make me master of mine own, Rather than i'll seek justice 'gainst the Dame, But this assure yourselves it must be mine, By game, or change, by one device or other. The rest i'll tell you when our sport is done. Why then let's make us ready and about it, What store of Crowns have you brought? Fear not for money man, i'll bear the Box, I have some little reply, if need require. I but hear you Master, was not he a fool? That went to shoot, and left his arrows behind him. Yes, but what of that? marry that you may lose your money, And go without the chain, unless you carry false dice. Mass the fool says true, let's have some got.
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Length
482 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.768 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVhat are thy lookes? but like the Cockatrice, That seekes to wound poore silly passengers. If words, nor teares, nor lookes, may win remorse, VVhat then remaines for my perplexed heart? Hath no interpreters but words, or teares, or lookes. And they are all as false as thou thy selfe. Hard doome of death before my case be knowne, My iudge vniust, and yet I cannot blame her, Since Loue and iealousie missead her thus. My selfe in fault, and yet not worthie blame, Because that Fortune made the fault, not Loue. The ground of her vnkindnes growes, because I lost The pretious Carcanet she gaue to me: Lucina hath it, as her words import, But how she got it, heauens knowes, not I, Yet this is some aleagement to my sorrow, That if I can but get the Chaine againe, I bouldly then shall let Perseda know, That she hath wrongd Erastus and her frend: Ah Loue, and if thou beest of heauenly power, Inspire me with some present stratagem, It must be so, Lucinas a franke Gaimster, And like it is, in plaie sheele hazard it, For if report but blasen her aright, Shees a franke gaimster, and inclinde to play, Ho Piston? Heere sir, what would you with me, Desire Guelpio & signior Iulio come speake with me And bid them bring some store of crownes with them, And sirra, prouide me foure Visards, Foure Gownes, a boxe, and a Drumme, For I intend to go in mummery, I will sir. Ah vertuous Lampes of euer turning heauens, Incline her minde to play, and mine to win, Nor do I couet but what is mine owne, Then shall I let Perseda vnderstand, How iealousie had armd her tongue with malice, Ah were she not Perseda whom my heart, No more can flie, then iron can Adamant, Her late vnkindnes would haue chaunged my minde. How now Erastus, wherein may we pleasure thee? Sirs thus it is, we must in mummerie, Vnto Lucina, neither for loue nor hate, But if we can, to win the chaine she weares, For though I haue some interest therein, Fortune may make me maister of mine owne, Rather then ile seeke iustice gainst the Dame, But this assure your selues it must be mine, By game, or change, by one deuise or other. The rest ile tell you when our sport is doone. VVhy then lets make vs ready and about it, VVhat store of Crownes haue you brought? Feare not for money man, ile beare the Boxe, I haue some little replie, if neede require. I but heare you Maister, was not he a foole? That went to shoote, and left his arrowes behinde him. Yes, but what of that? Mary that you may loose your money, And go without the chaine, vnlesse you carrie false dice. Mas the foole sayes true, lets haue some got.