Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.74 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Because he would speak truth, And proverbs you'll confess, are old said sooth. I like this well, and one day I'll see him, But shall we part? Not yet, I'll bring you somewhat on your way, And as we go, between your boy and you, I'll know where that Prancer stands at livery. Come, come you shall not. i'faith I will. Wife in my mind, today you were too blame Although my patience did not blame ye for it: methought the rules of love and neighbourhood, Did not direct your thoughts, all indirect Were your proceedings, in the entertain Of them that I invited to my house. Nay stay. I do not chide but counsel wife, And in the mildest manner that I may, You need not view me with a servants eye, Whose vassals senses tremble at the look Of his displeased master, O my wife, You are myself, when self sees fault in self. Self is sin obstinate, if self amend not, Indeed I saw a fault in thee myself, And it hath set a foil upon thy fame, Not as the foil doth grace the Diamond. What fault sir did you see in me today? O do not set the organ of thy voice, On such a grunting key of discontent: Do not deform the beauty of thy tongue, With such misshapen answers, rough wrathful words Are bastards got by rashness in the thoughts, Fair demeanours, are Virtues nuptial babes, The offspring of the well instructed soul, O let them call thee mother, than my wife, So seem not barren of good courtesy. So, have ye done? ay, and I had done well. If you would do, what I advise for well. What's that? Which is, that you would be good friends with mistress Goursey. With mistress Goursey. I sweet wife. Not so sweet husband. Could you but show me any grounded cause. The grounded cause, I ground because I will not Your will hath little reason than I think. Yes sir, my reason equalleth my will. Let's hear your reason, for your will is great. Why for I will not. Is all your reason, for I will not wife. Now by my soul I held ye for more wise, Discreet, and of more temperature in sense, Then in a sullen humour to effect, That woman's will borne common scholar phrase, Oft have I heard a timely married girl, That newly left to call her mother mam, Her father Dad, but yesterday come from, That's my good girl, God send thee a good husband, And now being taught to speak the name of husband, Will when she would be wanton in her will, If her husband ask her why, say for I will, Have I chid men for unmanly choice, That would not sit their years, have I seen thee Pupell such green young things, and with thy counsel, Tutor their wits, and art thou now infected, With this disease of imperfection, I blush for thee ashamed at thy shame. A shame on her, that makes thee rate me so,
nodes 468–535 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 51 in this edition
Length
513 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.739 (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)
Because he would speake truth, And prouerbes youle confesse, are olde saide sooth. I like this well, and one day Ile see him, But shall we part? Not yet, Ile bring you somewhat on your way, And as we goe, betweene your boy and you, Ile know where that Praunser stands at leuery. Come, come you shall not. I faith I wil. Wife in my minde, to day you were too blame Although my patience did not blame ye for it: Me thought the rules of loue and neighbourhood, Did not direct your thoughts, all indirect Were your proceedings, in the entertaine Of them that I inuited to my house. Nay stay. I doe not chide but counsell wife, And in the mildest manner that I may, You need not viewe me with a seruants eye, Whose vassailes sences tremble at the looke Of his displeased master, O my wife, You are my selfe, when selfe sees fault in selfe. Selfe is sinne obstinate, if selfe amend not, Indeede I saw a fault in thee my selfe, And it hath set a foyle vpon thy fame, Not as the foile doth grace the Diamond. What fault sir did you see in me to day? O doe not set the organ of thy voice, On such a grunting key of discontent: Doe not deforme the beauty of thy tongue, With such mishapen answeres, rough wrathfull words Are bastards got by rashnes in the thoughts, Faire demeanors, are Vertues nuptiall babes, The off-spring of the well instructed soule, O let them call thee mother, then my wife, So seeme not barren of good curtesie. So, haue ye done? I, and I had done well. If you would do, what I aduise for well. Whats that? Which is, that you would be good friendes with mistresse Goursy. With mistresse Goursey. I sweet wife. Not so sweet husband. Could you but shew me any grounded cause. The grounded cause, I ground because I wil not Your will hath little reason then I thinke. Yes sir, my reason equalleth my will. Lets heare your reason, for your will is great. Why for I will not. Is all your reason, for I will not wife. Now by my soule I held yee for more wise, Discreete, and of more temperature in sence, Then in a sullen humour to effect, That womans will borne common scholler phrase, Oft haue I heard a timely married girle, That newly left to call her mother mam, Her father Dad, but yesterday come from, Thats my good girle, God send thee a good husband, And now being taught to speake the name of husband, Will when she would be wanton in her will, If her husband aske her why, say for I will, Haue I chid men for vnmanly choyse, That would not sit their yeares, haue I seene thee Pupell such greene yong things, and with thy counsell, Tutor their wits, a dart thou now infected, With this disease of imperfection, I blush for thee ashamed at thy shame. A shame on her, that makes thee rate me so,