A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 23 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.85 · 455 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Why then master you are jealous? jealous knave, how can I be but jealous, to see you ever so familiar together? Thou art not only content to drink away my goods, but to abuse my wife. Two good qualities, drunkenness and lechery, but master are you jealous? I knave and thou shalt know it ere I pass, for I will beswindge thee while this rope will hold. My good husband abuse him not, for he never proffered you any wrong, Nay whore, thy part shall not be behind. Why suppose master I have offended you, is it lawful for the master to beat the servant for all offences? I marry is it knave. Then master will I prove by logic, that seeing all sins are to receive correction, the master is to be corrected of the man, and sir I pray you, what greater sin is, than jealousy? 'tis like a mad dog that for anger bites himself. Therefore that I may do my duty to you good master, and to make a white son of you, I will so beswinge jealousy out of you, as you shall love me the better while you live. What beat thy master knave? What beat thy man knave? and I master, and double beat you, because you are a man of credit, and therefore have at you the fairest for forty pence. Alas wife, help, help, my man kills me. Nay, even as you have baked so brew, jealousy must be driven out by extremities. And that will I do, mistress. Hold thy hand Adam, and not only I forgive and forget all▪ but I will give thee a good Farm to live on. Begun Peasant, out of the compass of my further wrath, for I am a corrector of vice, and at night I will bring home my mistress. Even when you please good Adam. When I please, mark the words, 'tis a lease parol, to have and to hold, thou shalt be mine for ever, and so let's go to the Alehouse. Where servants 'gainst masters do rebel, The Commonweal may be accounted hell. For if the feet the head shall hold in scorn, The City's state will fall and be forlorn. This error London, waiteth on thy state, Servants amend, and masters leave to hate. Let love abound, and virtue reign in all, So God will hold his hand that threateneth thrall. What strange encounters met you on the sea? That thus your Bark is battered by the floods, And you return thus sea-wrecked as I see. Most mighty governor the chance is strange, The tidings full of wonder and amaze, Which better than we, our M. can report. M. discourse us all the accident.
nodes 930–962 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 39 in this edition
Length
455 words · 579 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.847 (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)
Why then maister you are iealous? Ielous knaue, how can I be but iealous, to sée you euer so familiar togither? Thou art not only content to drinke away my goods, but to abuse my wife. Two good quallities, drunkennesse and leachery, but maister are you iealous? I knaue and thou shalt know it ere I passe, for I will beswindge thee while this roape will hold. My good husband abuse him not, for he neuer proffered you any wrong, Nay whore, thy part shall not be behinde. Why suppose maister I haue offended you, is it lawfull for the maister to beate the seruant for all offences? I marry is it knaue. Then maister wil I proue by logicke, that séeing all sinnes are to receiue correction, the maister is to be corrected of the man, and sir I pray you, what greater sinne is, then iealousie? tis like a mad dog that for anger bites himselfe. Therefore that I may doe my dutie to you good maister, and to make a white sonne of you, I will so beswinge iealousie out of you, as you shall loue me the better while you liue. What beate thy maister knaue? What beat thy man knaue? and I maister, and double beate you, because you are a man of credite, and therfore haue at you the fairest for fortie pence. Alasse wife, help, helpe, my man kils me. Nay, euen as you haue baked so brue, iealousie must be driuen out by extremities. And that will I do, mistresse. Hold thy hand Adam, and not only I forgiue and forget all▪ but I will giue thée a good Farme to liue on. Begone Peasant, out of the compasse of my further wrath, for I am a corrector of vice, and at night I wil bring home my mistresse. Euen when you please good Adam. When I please, marke the words, tis a lease paroll, to haue and to hold, thou shalt be mine for euer, and so lets go to the Ale-house. Where seruants gainst maisters do rebell, The Common-weale may be accounted hell. For if the feete the head shall hold in scorne, The Cities state will fall and be forlorne. This error London, waiteth on thy state, Seruants amend, and maisters leaue to hate. Let loue abound, and vertue raigne in all, So God will hold his hand that threatneth thrall. What strange encounters met you on the sea? That thus your Barke is battered by the flouds, And you returne thus sea-wrackt as I sée. Most mightie gouernor the chance is strange, The tidings full of wonder and amaze, Which better then we, our M. can report. M. discourse vs all the accident.