Medwall, Henry · published 1530 · first performed or written c.1496 (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Which as he told me/ began to ache And so she hath him undertake To make him hole/ in an hour or twain when soever he hath any such sudden pain What it meaneth I wot never But he seeketh her phy●…yk so well That I trow the devil of hell Can not them two dissever Lo this have I done/ and what trow ye more yet can I tell you better tiding what is that. Marry Reason that ye two spoke of before Ca●… even to us as we sat so drinking And gave our master an heat worth an hanging Because that margery sat on his knee while that other whore sat talking with me My master saw that he could have no rest Never be rid of this controlling He prayed the man and thought it best my 〈◊〉 ●…ut more ta●…yeng Reason so 〈◊〉 the head ●…ruayll but he be now deed man fill all the cups at once this be true these, 〈◊〉 never a word Trowyst thou it is no feigned strife betwixt them two No on my life. For when they fought I ran between and cried keep piece and leave debate But ye would have laughed had ye seen How I departed them/ and for all that Sometime I clapped Reason on the pate and cried keep the piece as fast as I could Till I was horse I cried so loud But can our master play the man now and far with this gear ye make god avow And beware ye of one thing Medyll ye no more with margery For by cokkies precious body If our master may it espy Or have an understanding That ye use her company I tell you he will be angry He is so full of jealousy As ever I knew man jealousy piece man be still He can thereof no manner of skill No but say what ye will I am sure he can He is now as familiar With bodily lust as ever ye were ye and thereto as great a swearer When time requires Knew I never of his age A man of better courage To do all manner of outrage After our desires Sith Reason and he were thus at variance He hath be full of such dalliance And both called to his favour and a●…quayntaunce ●…ur 〈◊〉 by and by ●…uy wretch gluttony and co●…se Sloth and lechery become to his ser●…yce And utterly he hateth their 〈◊〉 And that he professeth o●…enly And be these folk of his retinue ye everyone on I tell you true But marry there names be changed new For to blear his eye I tell you he is a ferefull man For Reason stirreth him now and than And therefore do we what we can It is little I now hardly Sir a there is first Pride as ye wots well The sweet darling of the devil of hell How his name is changed ye can tell
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Whyche as he told me / bygan to ake And so she hath hym vndertake To make hym hole / in an houre or twayne whan soeuer he hath any suche soden payn ¶ What yt meaneth I wote neuer But he syketh her phyyk so well That I trow the deuyll of hell Can not theym two dysseuer ¶ Lo thys haue I done / and what trow ye more yet can I tell you better tydyng what ys that. ¶ Mary Reason that ye two spake of byfore Ca euen to vs as we sat so drynkyng And gaue our mayster an hete worth an hangyng Bycause that margery sat on hys kne whyle that other hore sat talkyng wyth me ¶ My mayster saw that he coulde haue no rest Neuer be ryd of thys controllyng He prayed the man and thought yt best my ut more tayeng Reason so the hed ruayll but he be now dede ¶ an fyll all te cuppes at ones thys be trew these, neuer a word ¶ Trowyst thou yt ys no fayned stryfe Bytwyxt theym two ¶ No on my lyfe. For whan they faught I ran bytwene and cryed kepe pece and leue debate But ye wold haue laughed had ye sene How I departed theym / and for all that Sometyme I clapped Reason on the pate and cryed kepe the pece as fast as I coude Tyll I was horse I cryed so loude ¶ But can our master play the man now and fare wyth thys gere ¶ ye make god auow And beware ye of one thyng Medyll ye no more wyth margery For by cokkys precyouse body If our mayster may yt espy Or haue an vnderstandyng That ye vse her company I tell you he wyll be angry He ys so full of ielosy As euer I knew man ¶ Ielosy pece man be styll He can therof no maner of skyll ¶ No but say what ye wyll I am sure he can ¶ He ys now as famylyer Wyth bodely lust as euer ye were ye and therto as great a swerer Whan tyme requyres Knew I neuer of hys age A man of better corage To do all maner of outrage After our desyres ¶ Syth Reason and he were thus at varyaunce He hath be full of suche dalyaunce And both called to hys fauour and aquayntaunce ur by and by uy wreth glotony and cose Slouth and lechery become to hys seryce And vtterly he hatyth theyre And that he professeth oenly ¶ And be these folke of hys retynue ¶ ye euerychon on I tell you trew But mary there names be chaunged new For to blere hys eye I tell you he ys a serefull man For Reason styrreth hym now and than And therfore do we what we can It ys lytell I now hardely ¶ Syr a there ys fyrst Pryde as ye wot well The swete darlynge of the deuyll of hell How hys name ys chaunged ye can tell