Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I am nothing to thank God on, I would thou shouldst know it, I am an honest man's wife, and setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call me so. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise. Say, what beast, thou knave thou? What beast? why an Otter. An Otter sir Iohn, why an Otter? Why? she's neither fish nor flesh, a man knows not where to have her. Thou art an unjust man in saying so, thou or any man knows where to have me, thou knave thou. Thou sayst true hostess, and he slanders thee most grossly. So he doth you my Lord, and said this other day you ought him a thousand pound. Sirrah, do I own you a thousand pound? A thousand pound Hall? a million, thy love is worth a million, thou owest me thy love. Nay my Lord, he called you jack, and said he would cudgel you. Did I Bardol? Indeed sir Iohn you said so. Yea, if he said my ring was copper. I say 'tis copper, darest thou be as good as thy word now? Why Hall? Thou knowest as thou art but man I dare, but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the roaring of the lions whelp. And why not as the Lion? The king himself is to be feared as the Lion, dost thou think i'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay and I do, I pray God my girdle break. O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy knees? but sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bosom of thine. It is all filled up with guts▪ and midriff. Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket, why thou whoreson impudent embossed rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket but tavern reckonings, memorandums of bawdy houses, and one poor pennyworth of sugar-candy to make thee long wound, if thy pocket were enriched with any other injuries but these; I am a villain, and yet you will stand to it, you will not pocket up wrong, art thou not ashamed? Dost thou hear Hall, thou knowest in the state of innocency Adam fell, & what should poor jack Falstalfe do in the days of villainy? thou seest I have more flesh than another man, & therefore more frailty. You confess then you picked my pocket. It appears so by the story. Hostess, I forgive thee, go make ready breakfast, love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guess, thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason, thou seest I am pacified still, nay prithee be gone. Now Hal, to the news at court for the robbery lad, how is that answered?
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I am nothing to thanke God on, I would thou shouldst know it, I am an honest mans wife, and setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knaue to call me so. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise. Say, what beast, thou knaue thou? What beast? why an Otter. An Otter sir Iohn, why an Otter? Why? shees neither fish nor flesh, a man knowes not where to haue her. Thou art an vniust man in saying so, thou or anie man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou. Thou saist true hostesse, and hee slaunders thee most grossely. So hee doth you my Lord, and saide this other day you ought him a thousand pound. Sirrha, do I owe you a thousand pound? A thousand pound Hall? a million, thy loue is worth a million, thou owest me thy loue. Nay my Lord, he cald you iacke, and saide hee woulde cudgel you. Did I Bardol? Indeed sir Iohn you said so. Yea, if he said my ring was copper. I say tis copper, darest thou be as good as thy word now? Why Hall? Thou knowest as thou art but man I dare, but as thou art prince, I feare thee as I feare the roaring of the Lyons whelpe. And why not as the Lyon? The king himselfe is to be feared as the Lion, doest thou thinke ile feare thee as I feare thy father? nay and I doo, I pray God my girdle breake. O, if it should, howe woulde thy guts fall about thy knees? but sirrha, theres no roome for faith, trueth, nor honestie, in this bosome of thine. It is all fild vp with guttes▪ and midriffe. Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket, why thou horeson impudent imbost rascall, if there were anie thing in thy pocket but tauerne reckonings, memorandums of badie houses, and one poore peniworth of sugar-candie to make thee long winded, if thy pocket were inricht with any other iniuries but these; I am a villain, and yet you will stand to it, you will not pocket vp wrong, art thou not ashamed? Doest thou heare Hall, thou knowest in the state of innocencie Adam fell, & what should poore iacke Falstalfe do in the daies of villanie? thou seest I haue more flesh then another man, & therfore more frailty. You confesse then you pickt my pocket. It appeares so by the storie. Hostesse, I forgiue thee, go make ready breakfast, loue thy husband, looke to thy seruaunts, cherish thy ghesse, thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason, thou seest I am pacified still, nay preethe be gone. Now Hal, to the newes at court for the robbery lad, how is that answered?