Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 493 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.
Out on thy more than strumpet's impudence! Stealest thou thus to thy haunts? and, have I taken Thy bawd, and thee, and thy companion, This hoary-headed lecher, this old goat, Close at your villainy, and wouldst thou excuse it, With this stale harlots jest, accusing me? O, old incontinent, dost not thou shame, When all thy powers in chastity is spent, To have a mind so hot? and to entice, And feed th'enticements of a lustful woman? Out, I defy thee, ay, dissembling wretch. Defy me, strumpet? ask thy pandar, here, Can be deny it? or that wicked older? Why, hear you, sir. Tut, tut, tut: never speak. Thy guilty conscience will discover thee. What lunacy is this, that haunts this man? Well, goodwife BAED, Cob's wife; and you, That make your husband such a hoddie-doddie; And you, young apple-squire; and old cuckold-maker; He ha'you every one before a justice: Nay, you shall answer it, I charge you go. marry, with all my heart, sir: I go willingly. Though I do taste this as a trick, put on me, To punish my impertinent search; and justly: And half forgive my son, for the device. Come, will you go? Go? to thy shame, believe it. Why, what's the matter, here? What's here to do? O, COB, art thou come? I have been abused, And i' thy house. Never was man so, wronged! 'Slid, in my house? my master KITELY? Who wrongs you in my house? marry, young lust in old; and old in young, here: Thy wife's their bawd, here have I taken 'em. How? bawd? Is my house come to that? Am I preferred thither? Did I charge you to keep your doors shut, Is'BEL? and do you let 'em lie open for all comers? Friend know some cause, before thou beatest thy wife, This 's madness, in thee. Why? is there no cause? Yes, I'll show cause before the justice, COB: Come, let her go with me. Nay, she shall go. Nay, I will go. I'll see, an' you may be allowed to make a bundle o' hemp, o' your right and lawful wife thus, at every cuckoldly knaves pleasure. Why do you not go? A bitter quean. Come, we'll ha' you tamed. WEll, of all my disguises, yet, now am I most like myself: being in this sergeants gown. A man of my present profession, never counterfeits, till he lays hold upon a debtor, and says, he rests him, for then he brings him to all manner of unrest. A kind of little kings we are, bearing the diminutive of a mace, made like a young artichoke, that always carries pepper and salt, in itself. Well, I know not what danger I undergo, by this exploit, pray heaven, I come well of. See, I think, yonder is the varlet, by his gown. Let's go, in quest of him. 'Save you, friend, are not you here, by appointment of justice Clement's man.
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Out on thy more then strumpets impudence! Steal'st thou thus to thy haunts? and, haue I taken Thy bawd, and thee, and thy companion, This horie-beaded letcher, this old goat, Close at your villanie, and would'st thou 'scuse it, With this stale harlots iest, accusing me? O, old incontinent, do'st not thou shame, When all thy powers in chastitie is spent, To haue a mind so hot? and to entice, And feede th'enticements of a lustfull woman? Out, I defie thee, I, dissembling wretch. Defie me, strumpet? aske thy pandar, here, Can be denie it? or that wicked older? Why, heare you, sir. Tut, tut, tut: neuer speake. Thy guiltie conscience will discouer thee. What lunacie is this, that hants this man? Well, good-wife BA'D, COBS wife; and you, That make your husband such a hoddie-doddie; And you, yong apple-squire; and old ouckold-maker; He ha'you euery one before a Iustice: Nay, you shall answere it, I charge you goe. Marie, with all my heart, sir: I goe willingly. Though I doe tast this as a trick, put on me, To punish my impertinent search; and iustly: And halfe forgiue my sonne, for the deuice. Come, will you goe? Goe? to thy shame, beleeue it. Why, what's the matter, here? What's here to doe? O, COB, art thou come? I haue beene abus'd, And i' thy house. Neuer was man so, wrong'd! Slid, in my house? my master KITELY? Who wrongs you in my house? Marie, yong lust in old; and old in yong, here: Thy wife's their bawd, here haue I taken 'hem. How? bawd? Is my house come to that? Am I prefer'd thether? Did I charge you to keepe your dores shut, Is 'BEL? and doe you let 'hem lie open for all commers? Friend know some cause, before thou beat'st thy wife, This 's madnesse, in thee. Why? is there no cause? Yes, Ile shew cause before the Iustice, COB: Come, let her goe with me. Nay, shee shall goe. Nay, I will goe. Ile see, an' you may bee allow'd to make a bundle o' hempe, o' your right and lawfull wife thus, at euery cuckoldly knaues pleasure. Why doe you not goe? A bitter queane. Come, wee'll ha' you tam'd. WEll, of all my disguises, yet, now am I most like my selfe: being in this Serjeants gowne. A man of my present profession, neuer counterfeits, till hee layes hold vpon a debter, and sayes, he rests him, for then hee brings him to all manner of vnrest. A kinde of little kings wee are, bearing the diminutiue of a mace, made like a yong artichocke, that alwayes carries pepper and salt, in it selfe. Well, I know not what danger I vnder-goe, by this exploit, pray heauen, I come well of. See, I thinke, yonder is the varlet, by his gowne. Let's goe, in quest of him. 'Saue you, friend, are not you here, by appointment of Iustice CLEMENTS man.