Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Your suit my friend, requires a longer time, Yet since you dwell so far off, to ease your charge, Your diet with my servants you may take, And some relief i'll get thee of the King. Its cold relief thou getst me from the King. Now God's blessing light on that goodly fair face, i'll be your true beadsman mistress, I indeed, shall I. God bless the care you have of doing good. Pity she should miscarry in her life, That bears so sweet a mind in doing good. So say I too, ah Iane this kills my heart, That thou recks others, and not rue'st my smart. Mistress I fear you have forgot my suit? Oh, 'tis for a licence to transport corn from this land. and lead to foreign Realms, I had your bill, but I have torn your bill, and 'ttwere no shame I think, to tear your ears, that care not how you wound the commonwealth. The poor must starve for food to fill your purse. And the enemy bandy bullets of our lead. No master Rufford, i'll not speak for you, except it be to have you punished. By the mess a deft lass, Christ benison light on her. Is that another suitor? I have no bill of his, Go one of you, and know what he would have. Yes Iane, the bill of my obliged faith, And I had thine, but thou hast canceled Oh God it is my husband, kind Mathew Shore. Ah Iane, what's he dare say he is thy husband? Thou wast a wife, but now thou art not so, Thou wast a maid, a maid when thou wast wife, Thou wast a wife even when thou wast a maid, So good, so modest, and so chaste thou wast, But now thou art divorced, whiles yet he lives, That was thy husband, while thou wast his wife. Thy wifehood stained, by thy dishonoured life, For now thou art nor widow, maid, nor wife. I must confess I yielded up the Fort, Wherein lay all the riches of my y, But yet sweet Shore, before I yielded it, I did endure the longest and greatest siege, That ever battered on poor chastity, And but to him that did assault the same, For ever it had been invincible, But I will yield it back again to thee. He cannot blame me, though it be so done, To lose by me, what first by me was won. No Iane, there is no place allowed for me, Where once a King hath ta'en possession, Mean men brook not a Rival in their love, Much less so high unrivaled Majesty, concubine to one so great as Edward. Is tar too great to be the wife of Shore, I will refuse the pleasures of the Court, Let me go with thee Shore, though not as a wife, Yet as thy slave, since I have lost that name, I will redeem the wrong that I have done thee, With my true service, if thou wilt accept it.
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Your sute my friend, requires a longer time, Yet since you dwell so farre off, to ease your charge, Your diet with my serants you may take, And some reliefe ile get thee of the King. Its cold reliefe thou getst mée from the King. Now Gods blessing light on that gudely faire face, ise be your true beadsman mistresse, I indead, sal I. God blesse the care you haue of doing good. Pittie she should miscarrie in her life, That beares so swéete a mind in doing good. So say I too, ah Iane this kils my heart, That thou recks others, and not ru'st my smart. Mistresse I feare you haue forgot my sute? Oh, tis for a licence to transport corne from this land. and lead to forrain Realmes, I had your bil, but I haue torne your bill, and tware no shame I thinke, to teare your eares, that care not how you wound the commonwealth. The poore must sterue for food to fill your purse. And the enemie bandie bullets of our lead. No maister Rufford, ile not speake for you, except it be to haue you punished. By the messe a dest lasse, Christ benison light on her. Is that another sutor? I haue no bill of his, Go one of you, and know what he would haue. Yes Iane, the bill of my bliged faith, And I had thine, but thou hast canceld. Oh God it is my husband, kind Mathew Shoare. Ah Iane, whats he dare say he is thy husband? Thou wast a wife, but now thou art not so, Thou wast a maide, a maide when thou wast wife, Thou wast a wife euen when thou wast a maide, So good, so modest, and so chaste thou wast, But now thou art diuorcde, whiles yet hee liues, That was thy husband, while thou wast his wife. Thy wisehood stainde, by thy dishonoured life, For now thou art nor widdow, maide, nor wife. I must confesse I yeelded vp the Forte, Wherein lay all the riches of my y, But yet sweete Shoare, before I yeelded it, did endure the longst and greatest siege, That euer battred on poore chastitie, And but to him that did aault the same, For euer it had béene inuincible, But I will yéeld it backe againe to thee. He cannot blame me, though it be so done, To loose by me, what first by me was wonne. No Iane, there is no place allowde for me, Where once a King hath tane possession, Meane men brooke not a Riuall in their loue, Much lesse so high vnriualde Maiestie, oncubine to one so great as Edward. Is tarre too great to be the wife of Shoare, I will refuse the pleasures f the Court, Let me go with thee Shoare, though not as a wife, Yet as thy slaue, since I haue lost that name, I will redéeme the wrong that I haue done thee, With my true seruice, if thou wilt accept it.