Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 4 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I for any Christian, but for a yawning usurer 'tis but a bit, a morsel, if you table him, he'll devour your whole Lordship, he is a quicksand, a Goodwin, a Gulf, as hungry as the jaws of a jail, he will waste more substance than Ireland soldiers: A Die, a Drab, and a paunch-swollen Usurer, devour whole Monarchies: Let him pass sweet knight, let him pass. Peace knave peace. Daughter, lay your express commandment upon the stay of master Mammon, what 'tis women's year, Dian doth rule, and you must domineer. No she'll not wish my stay, oh I am cursed With her inexorable swiftness, by her love Which dotes me more than new coined glowing gold, The utmost bent of my affection Shoots all my fortunes to obtain her love, And yet I cannot praise, but still am loathed. My presence hated, therefore Mammon down, Farewell sir Edward, farewell beauty's Crown. Faith as it please you for going, and her for wooing, I will enforce neither. With your pardon sir, I shall sooner hate myself, Then love him. Nay be free my daughters in election, Oh, how my soul abhors enforced yokes, Chiefly in love, where the affections bent: Should wholly sway the Father's kind consent. fore-god when I was bachelor, had a friend, Nay had my Father wished me to a wife, That might have liked me, yet their very wish Made me mistrust my Love had not true course, But had some sway from duty which might hold For some slight space: but o when time shall search The strength of love, than virtue, and your eye, Must knit his sinews: I choosed myself a wife Poor, but of good dissent, and we did live Till death divorced us, as a man would wish: I made a woman, now wenches make a man: Choose one either of valour, wit, honesty, or wealth, So he be gentle, and you have my heart, i'faith you have: What, I have land for you both, You have love for yourselves. here's M. Mammon now. A club-fisted Usurer. A wealthy, careful, thriving Citizen. Careful, ay, ay, let nothing without good black and white, I warrant you. Yes sir. No sir. A little back wind, saving your wor. sir. I am scoffed at, where's my man there ho? Sir you need not take the pepper in the nose, Your nose is fiery enough. What Flawne, what Christopher, Heart where's the knave become? Hold sirrah carry my cloak. It seems he can scarce carry himself. he's over the shoes, yet he'll hold out water, for I have liquored him soundly. Why cannot you come where heady liquore is, but you must needs bouze? What a man may lead a horse to the water, but he'll choose to drink. True, but I am no horse, for I cannot choose but drink. A pale weak stripling, yet contend with Ale. Why the weakest go to the Pot still. That jest shall save him. Sir Edward now good day. Nay sir, we'll bring you a little of the way.
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I for any Christian, but for a yawning vsurer tis but a bit, a morsell, if you table him, heele deuoure your whole Lordship, hee is a quicksand, a Goodwin, a Gulfe, as hungry as the Iawes of a Iayle, hee will waste more substance then Ireland souldiers: A Die, a Drabbe, and a paunch-swolne Vsurer, deuoure whole Monarchies: Let him passe sweete knight, let him passe. Peace knaue peace. Daughter, lay your expresse commaundement vpon the stay of maister Mamon, what tis womens yeere, Dian doth rule, and you must domineere. No sheele not wish my stay, oh I am curst With her inexorable swiftnes, by her loue Which dotes me more then new coynd glowing gold, The vtmost bent of my affection Shootes all my fortunes to obtaine her loue, And yet I cannot praise, but stil am loathde. My presence hated, therfore Mamon downe, Farewell sir Edward, farewell beauties Crowne. Faith as it please you for going, and her for wooing, I will enforce neither. With your pardon sir, I shall sooner hate my selfe, Then loue him. Nay be free my daughters in election, Oh, how my soule abhorres inforced yokes, Chiefly in loue, where the affections bent: Should wholy sway the Fathers kind consent. Foregod when I was batcheler, had a friend, Nay had my Father wisht me to a wife, That might haue lik'd mee, yet their very wish Made me mistrust my Loue had not true course, But had some sway from dutie which might hold For some slight space: but ô when time shall search The strength of loue, then vertue, and your eye, Must knit his sinewes: I chusde my selfe a wife Poore, but of good dissent, and we did liue Till death diuorc'd vs, as a man would wish: I made a woman, now wenches make a man: Chuse one either of valour, wit, honestie, or wealth, So he begentle, and you haue my heart, I faith you haue: What, I haue land for you both, You haue loue for your selues. Heeres M. Mamon now. A club-fisted Vsurer. A wealthie, carefull, thriuing Citizen. Carefull, I, I, let nothing without good blacke and white, I warrant you. Yes sir. No sir. A litle backe winde, sauing your wor. sir. I am scoft at, wheres my man there ho? Sir you need not take the pepper in the nose, Your nose is firie enough. What Flawne, what Christopher, Hart where's the knaue become? Hold sirrah carry my cloake. It seemes he can scarce carry himselfe. Hee's ouer the shooes, yet heele hold out water, for I haue liquor'd him soundly. Why cannot you come where headie liquore is, but you must needs bouze? What a man may leade a horse to the water, but heele chuse to drinke. True, but I am no horse, for I cannot chuse but drinke. A pale weake stripling, yet contend with Ale. Why the weakest go to the Pot still. That Iest shall saue him. Sir Edward now good day. Nay sir, weele bring you a litle of the way.