Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 502 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
In good time, sir. There's a fellow now, looks like one of the Patricians of Sparta, marry his wit's after ten i'the hundred. A good bloodhound, a close-mouthed dog, he follows the sent well, marry he's at a fault now, me thinks. I should wonder at that creature is free from the danger of thy tongue. O, I cannot abide these limbs of satin, or rather Satan indeed, that 'll walk (like the children of darkness) all day in a melancholy shop, with their pockets full of blanks, ready to swallow up as many poor unthrifts, as come within the verge. So! and what hast thou for him that is with him, now? O, (dam' me) Immortality! I'll not meddle with him, the pure element of fire, all spirit, extraction. HOW, CARLO? ha, what is he, man? A scholar, MACILENTE, do you not know him? a lank raw-boned anatomy, he walks up and down like a charged musket, no man dares encounter him: that's his rest there. His rest? why has he a forked head? Pardon me, that's to be suspended, you are too quick, too apprehensive. Troth (now I think on't) I'll defer it till some other time. Not, by any means, signor, you shall not lose this opportunity, he will be here presently now. Yes saith, MACILENTE, 'tis best. For look you, sir, I shall so exceedingly offend my wife in't, that— 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 fro) with the stream of her humour? and neglect my deepest affairs, to serve her affections? 'Slight I would geld myself first. O but, signor, had you such a wife as mine is, you would— Such a wife? Now 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 properer 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, marry not so peerelessely to be doted upon, I must confess: nay, be not angry. Well, sir, (how ever 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 favour 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, and, by my life, 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.
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In good time, sir. There's a fellow now, lookes like one of the Patricians of Sparta, mary his wit's after tenne i'the hundred. A good bloud-hound, a close-mouth'd dogge, he followes the sent well, mary he's at a fault now, me thinkes. I should wonder at that creature is free from the danger of thy tongue. O, I cannot abide these limmes of sattin, or rather Sathan indeed, that 'll walke (like the children of darknesse) all day in a melancholy shop, with their pockets full of blankes, readie to swallow vp as manie poore vnthrifts, as come within the verge. So! and what hast thou for him that is with him, now? O, (dam' mee) Immortalitie! I'le not meddle with him, the pure element of fire, all spirit, extraction. HOW, CARLO? ha, what is he, man? A scholler, MACILENTE, doe you not know him? a lanke raw-bon'd anatomie, he walkes vp and downe like a charg'd musket, no man dares encounter him: that's his rest there. His rest? why has he a forked head? Pardon me, that's to be suspended, you are too quicke, too apprehensiue. Troth (now I thinke on't) I'le deferre it till some other time. Not, by any meanes, signior, you shall not lose this opportunitie, he will be here presently now. Yes saith, MACILENTE, 'tis best. For looke you, sir, I shall so exceedingly offend my wife in't, that— Your wife? now for shame lose these thoughts, and become the master of your owne spirits. Should I (if I had a wife) suffer my selfe to be thus passionately carried (to and fro) with the streame of her humour? and neglect my deepest affaires, to serue her affections? S'light I would geld my selfe first. O but, signior, had you such a wife as mine is, you would— Such a wife? Now 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 then she, in my time; and I haue seene those, ha' not been altogether so tall, esteem'd properer women; and I haue seen lesse noses grow vpon sweeter faces, that haue done verie well too, in my iudgement: but in good faith, signior, for all this, the gentlewoman is a good pretie proud hard-fauour'd thing, mary not so peerelessely to bee doted vpon, I must confesse: nay, be not angrie. Well, sir, (how euer you please to forget your selfe) I haue not deseru'd to bee thus plai'd vpon, but henceforth, pray you forbeare my house, for I can but faintly endure the fauour of his breath at my table, that shall thus iade me for my courtesies. Nay, then, signior, let me tell you, your wife is no proper woman, and, by my life, 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.