Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.73 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Here's a sweet stink indeed: What, shall I ever be thus crossed and plagued? And sick of Husband? O my head doth ache As it would cleave asunder with these savours, All my Room's altered, and but one poor walk That I delighted in, and that is made So fulsome with perfumes, that I am feared (My brain doth sweat so) I have caught the Plague. Why (gentle wife) is now thy walk too sweet? Thou saidst of late it had sour airs about it, And found'st much fault, that I did not correct it. Why, and I did find fault Sir? Nay dear wife; I know thou hast said thou hast loved perfumes, No woman better. ay, long since perhaps, But now that Sense is altered: you would have me (Like to a puddle or a standing pool) To have no motion, nor no spirit within me. No, I am like a pure and sprightly River, That moves for ever, and yet still the same; Or fire that burns much wood, yet still one flame. But yesterday, I saw thee at our garden Smelling on Roses and on purple flowers, And since I hope the Humour of thy Sense Is nothing changed. Why those were growing flowers, And these within my walk are cut and strewed. But yet they have one sent. ay, have they so? In your gross judgement: if you make no difference Betwixt the scent of growing flowers and cut ones, You have a sense to taste lamp-oil, i'faith. And with such judgement have you changed the chambers, Leaving no room that I can joy to be in In all your house: and now my walk and all You smoke me from, as if I were a Fox, And long belike to drive me quite away: Well walk you there, and I'll walk where I list. What shall I do? oh I shall never please her. Out on thee dotard, what star ruled his birth? That brought him such a Star? blind Fortune still Bestows her gifts on such as cannot use them: How long shall I live, ere I be so happy, To have a wife of this exceeding Form? Away with 'em, would I had broke a joint, When I devised this that should so dislike her, Away, be are all away. I do: for fear. Ought that is there should like her. O this man How cunningly he can conceal himself, As though he loved? loved? nay honoured and adored? Why, my sweet heart? Sweet heart? oh, better still: And asking, why? wherefore? and looking strangely, As if he were as white as innocence. Alas, you're simple, you: you cannot change, Look pale at pleasure, and then red with Wonder: No, no, not you: I did but cast an amorous eye e'en now Upon a pair of Gloves that somewhat liked me, And straight he noted it, and gave command All should be ta'en away.
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Length
492 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.731 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Here's a sweet stinke indeed: VVhat, shall I euer be thus crost and plagu'd? And sicke of Husband? O my head doth ake As it would cleaue asunder with these sauors, All my Room's alter'd, and but one poore VValke That I delighted in, and that is made So fulsome with perfumes, that I am fear'd (My braine doth sweat so) I haue caught the Plague. VVhy (gentle wife) is now thy VValke too sweet? Thou said'st of late it had sower aires about it, And found'st much fault, that I did not correct it. VVhy, and I did find fault Sir? Nay deere wife; I know thou hast said thou hast lou'd perfumes, No woman better. I, long since perhaps, But now that Sence is alterd: you would haue me (Like to a puddle or a standing poole) To haue no motion, nor no spirit within me. No, I am like a pure and sprightly Riuer, That moues for euer, and yet still the same; Or fire that burnes much wood, yet still one flame. But yesterday, I saw thee at our garden Smelling on Roses and on purple flowers, And since I hope the Humor of thy Sence Is nothing chang'd. VVhy those were growing flowers, And these within my walke are cut and strew'd. But yet they haue one sent. I, haue they so? In your grosse judgement: if you make no difference Betwixt the sent of growing flowers and cut ones, You haue a sence to tast Lampe-oyle, yfaith. And with such judgement haue you chang'd the chambers, Leauing no roome that I can joy to be in In all your house: and now my VValke and all You smoke me from, as if I were a Foxe, And long belike to driue me quite away: VVell walke you there, and I'le walke where I list. VVhat shall I doe? oh I shall neuer please her. Out on thee dotard, what starre rul'd his birth? That brought him such a Starre? blind Fortune still Bestowes her gifts on such as cannot vse them: How long shall I liue, ere I be so happie, To haue a wife of this exceeding Forme? Away with 'hem, would I had broke a joint, VVhen I deuis'd this that should so dislike her, Away, be are all away. I doe: for feare. Ought that is there should like her. O this man How cunningly he can conceale himselfe, As though he lou'd? lou'd? nay honour'd and ador'd? VVhy, my sweet heart? Sweet heart? oh, better still: And asking, why? wherefore? and looking strangely, As if he were as white as innocence. Alas, you'r simple, you: you cannot change, Looke pale at pleasure, and then red with VVonder: No, no, not you: I did but cast an amorous eye e'ennow Vpon a paire of Gloues that somwhat likt me, And straight he noted it, and gaue commaund All should be ta'ne away.