Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 23 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.86 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Come monsieur, come, I'll help you to a Go down the hill before, I'll follow you. Wench, Me dank you: Mor deu, he mon a me, me am trooke dead wit grief, de cock of my humour is down, and me may hang myself vor a Vench. Gentlemen will you laugh heartily now? ay, and if thou wilt play the fool kindly now. I will straight frame the strongest eternal jest That e'er was builded by Invention: My wife lies very private in the Town, I'll bring the French man to her presently, As to a loose lascivious Courtesan: Nor he, nor you, nor she, shall know the rest, But it shall be immortal for a jest. Farewell brother, we shall meet at Highgate soon. The wicked jest be turned on his own head, Pray God he may be kindly Cuckoled. Carry this favour to my Ellis straight, I long to see him, prithee bid him come. I would be loath to nourish your defame, And therefore Mistress pray you pardon me. What is thy judgement of my Ellis change? No that is firm: but your estate is changed. You know your sister's strangely vanished, And now the hope and revenue of all, Calls you his sole, and fair apparent heir: Now therefore would I have you change your love. Indeed I yield 'tis modern policy, To kiss even dirt that plasters up our wants. I'll not deny, 'tis worthy wit's applause, For women on whom lowering Fortune squints, And casts but half an eye of due respect, To pin some amorous Idiot to their eyes, And use him as they use their looking-glass, See how to adorn their beauties by his wealth, And then case up the fool and lay him by. But for such Ladies as yourself is now, Whose fortunes are sustained by all the props That gracious Fortune can advance you with, For such a one to yoke her free sweet youth Unto a Loon, a Dane-like barbarous Sot, A gilden Truncheon, fie, 'tis slavish vile. Oh what is richer than content in love? And will you now having so huge a Ruck Of heaped up fortunes, go and chain yourself To a dull post, whose very eyes will blaze His base bred spirit, where so e'er he comes, And shame you with the very name of wife. No Mistress, no, I have found out a man That merits you, if man can merit you. Lord what a tide of hate comes creeping on Upon my former judgement? Come, the man? The man? (oh God) the man is such a man, That he is matchless: oh, I shall profane His name, with unrespected utterance. Oh thou torment'st me, dear Winifrid the man? By the sweet pleasures of an amorous bed, I think you will be deified by him. O God the most accomplished man that breathes, And Planet is the man. Out on the devil, there's a man indeed.
nodes 1021–1079 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 32 in this edition
Length
493 words · 652 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.862 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come Mounsieur, come, Ile helpe you to a Go downe the hill before, Ile follow you. Wench, Me dank you: Mor deu, he mo a mee, me ame trooke dead wit greife, de cock of my humore is downe, and me may hang my selfe vor a Vench. Gentlemen will you laugh hartily now? I, and if thou wilt play the foole kindly now. I wil strait frame the strongest eternall Iest That e're was builded by Inuention: My wife lies verie priuate in the Towne, I'le bring the French man to her presently, As to a loose lasciuious Curtezan: Nor he, nor you, nor she, shall know the rest, But it shall be immortall for a Iest. Farwel brother, we shal meet at Hygate soone. The wicked Iest be turnde on his owne head, Pray God he may be kindly Cuckoled. Carry this fauour to my Ellis straight, I long to see him, preethe bid him come. I would be loth to nourish your defame, And therefore Mistresse pray you pardon me. What is thy iudgement of my Ellis chandge? No that is firme: but your estate is changde. You know your sister's straungely vanished, And now the hope and revenue of all, Calls you his sole, and faire apparant heire: Now therefore would I haue you chaunge your loue. Indeed I yeeld tis moderne policie, To kisse euen durt that plaisters vp our wants. I'le not denie, tis worthy wits applause, For women on whom lowring Fortune squints, And casts but halfe an eye of due respect, To pinne some amorous Idiot to their eyes, And vse him as they vse their Looking-glasse, See how to adorne their beauties by his wealth, And then case vp the foole and lay him by. But for such Ladies as your selfe is now, Whose fortunes are sustaind by all the proppes That gracious Fortune can aduance you with, For such a one to yoake her free sweet youth Vnto a Lowne, a Dane-like barbarous Sot, A guilden Trunchion, fie, tis slauish vile. Oh what is richer then content in loue? And will you now hauing so huge a Ruck Of heap'd vp fortunes, goe and chaine your selfe To a dull post, whose verie eies will blaze His base bred spirit, where so e're he comes, And shame you with the verie name of wife. No Mistris, no, I haue found out a man That merits you, if man can merit you. Lord what a tide of hate comes creeping on Vpon my former iudgement? Come, the man? The man? (oh God) the man is such a man, That he is matchlesse: oh, I shall prophane His name, with vnrespected vtterance. Oh thou tormentst me, deare Winifride the man? By the sweet pleasures of an amorous bed, I thinke you will be deified by him. O God the most accomplish'd man that breathes, And Planet is the man. Out on the diuell, thres a man indeed.