Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.84 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Your wife? now for shame lose these thoughts, and become the master of your own spirits. Should I (if I had a wife) suffer myself to be thus passionately carried (to and for) with the stream of her Humort and neglect my deepest affairs, to serve her affections? 'sblood I would geld myself first. O but signor, had you such a wife as mine is, you would— Such a wife: Now God hate me sir, if ever I discerned any wonder in your wife yet, with all the Speculation I have: I have seen some that ha'been thought fairer than she, in my time; and I have seen those, ha' not been altogether so tall, esteemed proper women; and I have seen less Noses grow upon sweeter Faces, that have done very well too in my judgement: but in good faith signor for all this, the Gentlewoman is a good pretty proud hard-favoured thing, mary not so peerlessely to be doted upon, I must confess: nay be not angry. Well sir (however you please to forget yourself) I have not deserved to be thus played upon, but henceforth, pray you forbear my house, for I can but faintly endure the savour of his breath at my table, that shall thus jade me for my courtesies. Nay then signor, let me tell you, your wife is no proper woman by Iesu, and I suspect her honesty, that's more, which you may likewise suspect (if you please:) do you see? I'll urge you to nothing against your appetite, but if you please, you may suspect it. Good Sir. Good sir? Now Horn upon Horn pursue thee, thou blind egregious Dotard. O you shall hear him speak like Envy. signor Macilente, you saw monsieur Brisk lately? I heard you were with him at the Court. I Buffone, I was with him. And how is he respected there? (I know you'll deal ingeniously with us) is he made of amongst the sweeter sort of gallants? Faith I, his Civet and his casting glass, Have helped him to a place amongst the rest, And there his Seniors give him good sleight looks, After their Garb, smile, and salute in French With some new complement. What is this all? Why say, that they should show the frothy fool, Such grace as they pretend comes from the heart, He had a mighty windfall out of doubt. Why all their Graces are not to do Grace To virtue, or desert: but to ride both With their guilt Spurs quite breathless from themselves. 'Tis now esteemed precisianism in wit; And a Disease in Nature to be kind Toward Desert, to Love, or seek good Names: Who feeds with a Good name? who thrives with loving? Who can provide feast for his own desires, With serving others? ha, ha, ha: 'Tis folly by our wisest worldlings proved (If not to gain by love) to be beloved. How like you him? is't not a good spiteful slave? ha? Shrewd, shrewd. Damn me, I could eat his flesh now: Divine sweet villain. Nay, prithee leave: what's he there?
nodes 1558–1591 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 50 of 74 in this edition
Length
516 words · 691 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.845 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Your wife? now for shame loose these thoughts, and become the master of your own spirits. Should I (if I had a wife) suffer my self to be thus passionatly caried (to and for) with the streame of her Humort and neglect my deepest affairs, to serue her affections? Sbloud I would geld my selfe first. O but Signior, had you such a wife as mine is, you wold— Such a wife: Now God hate mee sir, if euer I discern'd any wonder in your wife yet, with all the Speculation I haue: I haue seene some that ha'beene thought fairer than she, in my time; and I haue seene those, ha'not beene altogether so tall, esteem'd proper women; and I haue seen lesse Noses grow vpon sweeteer Faces, that haue done very well too in my judgemment: but in good faith Signior for all this, the Gentlewoman is a good prettie prowd hard-fauour'd thing, mary not so peerlessely to be doted vpon, I must confesse: nay be not angrie. VVell sir (how euer you please to forget your selfe) I haue not deseru'd to be thus plai'd vpon, but henceforth, pray you forbear my house, for I can but faintly endure the sauor of his breath at my table, that shal thus jade me for my courtesies. Nay then Signior, let me tell you, your wife is no proper woman by Iesu, and I suspect her honestie, that's more, which you may likewise suspect (if you please:) doe you see? Ile vrge you to nothing against your appetite, but if you please, you may suspect it. Good Sir. Good sir? Now Horne vpon Horne pursue thee, thou blind egregious Dotard. O you shall heare him speake like Enuie. Signior Macilente, you saw Mounsieur Briske lately? I heard you were with him at the Court. I Buffone, I was with him. And how is hee respected there? (I know youle deale ingeniously with us) is he made of amongst the sweeter sort of gallants? Faith I, his Ciuet and his casting glasse, Haue helpt him to a place amongst the rest, And there his Seniors giue him good sleight lookes, After their Garbe, smile, and salute in French VVith some new complement. VVhat is this all? VVhy say, that they should shew the frothie foole, Such grace as they pretend comes from the heart, He had a mightie wind-fall out of doubt. VVhy all their Graces are not to doe Grace To vertue, or desert: but to ride both VVith their guilt Spurres quite breathlesse from themelues. 'Tis now esteem'd Precisianisme in wit; And a Disease in Nature to be kind Toward Desert, to Loue, or seeke good Names: VVho feeds with a Good name? who thriues with louing? VVho can prouide feast for his owne desires, VVith seruing others? ha, ha, ha: 'Tis follie by our wisest worldlings prou'd (If not to gaine by loue) to be belou'd. How like you him? is't not a good spitefull slaue? ha? Shrewd, shrewd. Damme me, I could eat his flesh now: Deuine sweet villaine. Nay, pr'y thee leaue: what's he there?