The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 17 of 26
Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
No I warrant you, I'll have no such thought. (in any case Oh this is old excellent. Now who can desire better sport. This night my other wife must lie alone, And next night this wife must do the like. Now will I woo the other as the Count, Which if she grant and they do break their troth, I'll make myself a cuckold twixt them both. I'll follow him until he take the earth, and then i'll leave him. Now if my husband be not all alone, He is from home and hath left me alone, So I must learn to lie, as children go, All alone, all alone, which lesson now. I am able to bear a child is worse to me then when I was a child The moral this strength without a health a disadvantage is. Mistress what will you say if I can tell you where my master is, Where Druso I pray thee. even close with the young countesse I faith. Out on her strumpet doth she brag so much, Of her great Count, and glad to take my husband Hence comes her head tires and her fair gowns, Her train borne up and a man bare before her, Was this my fortune that should be so good, I faith you beggar you, you old false knave, You holy villain you prophetic ass, Know you no better what shall come to pass, I'll be revenged I faith, I faith I'll be revenged. Oh Irus shall thy long approved skill, Fail in my fortunes only, when shall I meet, With my Cleanthes what a world of time, Is it for me to lie as in a sound, Without my life Cleanthes, can it be, That I shall ever entertain again, Having the habit of cold death in me, My life Cleanthes. Let me come in you knaves, I say let me come in, Sir, we are set to guard this place as our lives and None without a warrant from the King or the Queen must enter here. 'swounds tell not me of your warrants, let me come in I say, My Lord we are commanded to keep out all comers, because of the branch wherein the king's life remains, Let me come in you knaves, how dare you keep me out, 'twas my gown to a mantle of rug, I had not put you all to the pistol. Shall we be troubled now with this rude Count How now Queen what art thou doing, passioning over the picture of Cleanthes I am sure for I know thou lovest him, What's that you traitor. No traitor neither but a true friend to you, for had I been otherwise I should have disclosed the secret talk thou hadst with Cleanthes in the arbour, the night before he was banished, whilst I stood close and hard all. The man is mad chains and a whip for him.
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No I warrant you, Ile haue no such thought. (in any case Oh this is olde excellent. Now who can desire better sporte. This nyght my other wife must lie alone, And next night this wife must doe the like. Now will I woe the other as the Count▪ VVhich if she graunt and they do breake their troth, Ile make my selfe a cuckolde twixt them both. Ile follow him vntill he take the earth, and then ile leaue him. Now if my husband be not all alone, He is from home and hath left me alone, So I must learne to lie, as children goe, All alone, all alone, which lesson now. I am able to beare a childe is worsse to me then when I was a child The morall this strength without a health a disaduantage is. Mistris what will you say if I can tel you where my maister is, VVhere Druso I pray thee. Euen close with the young countesse I fayth. Out on her strumpet doth she bragge so much, Of her great Count, and glad to take my husband Hence comes her head tyres and her fay gownes, Her trayne borne vp and a man bare before her, VVas this my fortune that should be so good, I fayth you begger you, you old false knaue, You holy ve you propheticke asse, Know you noe better what shall come to passe, Ile be reuenged I fayth, I fayth Ile be reuenged. Oh Irus shall thy long approued skill, Fayle in my fortunes onely, when shall I meete, VVith my Cleanthes what a worlde of tyme, Is it for me to lie as in a sounde, VVithout my life Cleanthes, can it be, That I shall euer entertayne agayne, Hauing the habit of colde death in me, My life Cleanthes. Let me come in you knaues, I say let me come in, Sir, we are set to gard this place as our liues and None without a warrant from the King or the Queene must enter heere. Swoundes tell not me of your warrantes, let me come in I say, My Lord we are commaunded to keepe out all comers, because of the branch wherein the kings life remaynes, Let me come in you knaues, how dare you keepe meout, twas my gowne to a mantle of rugge, I had not put you all to the pistoll. Shall we be troubled now with this rude Count How now Queene what art thou doing, passioning ouer the picture of Cleant I am sure for I know thou louest him, VVhats that you traytor. No traytor neyther bnt a true freind to you, for had Ibene otherwise I should haue dislosed the secret talke thou hadst with Cleanthes in the arbour, the night before he was banished, whilest I stoode close and hard all. The man is mad chaines and a whippe for him.