Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.81 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Come, bring those Perfumes forward a little; and strew some Roses, and Violets here; Fie, here be rooms savour the most pitifully rank that ever I felt: I cry the God's mercy, my Husband's in the wind of us. Why this is good, Excellent, Excellent: well said my sweet Chloë. Trim up your house most obsequiously. For Vulcan's sake, breath some where else; in troth you overcome our Perfumes exceedingly, you are to predominant. Hear but my Opinion, sweet Wife. A pin for your Opinion. In sincerity, if you be thus fulsome to me in every thing, I'll be divorced; Gods my body! you know what you were, before I married you; I was a Gentlewoman borne, I: I lost all my friends to be a Citizen's wife; because I heard indeed, they kept their wives as fine as Ladies; and that we might rule our husbands, like Ladies; and do what we listed: do you think I would have married you else? I acknowledge, sweet wife: she speaks the best of any woman in Italy, and moves as mightily: which makes me, I had rather she should make Bumps on my head, as big as my two fingers, than I would offend her: But sweet wife— Yet again? Is't not grace enough for you, that I call you Husband, and you call me wife: but you must still be poking me, against my will to things? But you know wife; here are the greatest Ladies, and Gallantest Gentlemen of Rome, to be enterteyned in our house now: and I would feign advise thee, to entertain them in the best sort, i'faith wife. In sincerity, did you ever hear a man talk so Idly? You would seem to be Master? You would have your spoke in my cart? you would advise me to Entertain Ladies, and Gentlemen? because you can marshal your Packneedles, Horsecombes, Hobby-horses, and Wall-Candlesticks in your aware house better than I; therefore you can tell how to Entertain Ladies, and Gentlefolks better than I? O my sweet wife, upbraid me not with that:" Gain savours sweetly from any thing; He that respects to get, must relish all commodities alike; and admit no difference betwixt Oade, and Frankincense; or the most precious Balsamum, and a Tarre-barrell. Mary fough: You sell snuffers to, if you be remembered, but I pray you let me buy them out of your hand; for I tell you true, I take it highly in snuff, to learn how to Entertain Gentlefolks, of you, at these years, I faith: Alas man; there was not a Gentleman came to your house i' your other wives time, I hope? nor a Lady? nor Music? nor Masques, Nor you, nor your house were so much as spoken of, before I disbast myself, from my Hood and my Farthingale, to these Bumrolls, and your Whale-bone Bodies. Look here, my sweet Wife; I am Mum, my dear Mumma, my Balsamum, my Sperma Cete, & my very City of— she has the most best, true, feminine wit in Rome.
nodes 310–321 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 50 in this edition
Length
508 words · 707 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.807 (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, bring thoſe Perfumes forward a little; and ſtrew ſome Roſes, and Violets here; Fie, here be roomes ſauor the moſt pittifully ranke that euer I felt: I cry the Gods mercy, my Husband's in the winde of vs. Why this is good, Excellent, Excellent: well ſaid my ſweete Chloë. Trim vp your houſe moſt obſequiouſly. For Vulcanes ſake, breath ſome where elſe; in troth you ouercome our Perfumes exceedingly, you are to predominant. Heare but my Opinion, ſweete Wife. A pinne for your Pinnion. In ſinceritie, if you be thus fulſome to me in euery thing, I'le be diuorc't; Gods my body! you know what you were, before I married you; I was a Gentlewoman borne, I: I loſt all my friends to be a Citizens wife; becauſe I heard indeed, they kept their wiues as fine as Ladies; and that we might rule our husbands, like Ladies; and doe what we liſted: doe you thinke I would haue married you elſe? I acknowledge, ſweete wife: ſhe ſpeakes the beſt of any woman in Italy, and moues as mightily: which makes me, I had rather ſhe ſhould make Bumpes on my head, as big as my two fingers, then I would offend her: But ſweete wife— Yet againe? I'ſt not grace inough for you, that I call you Husband, and you call me wife: but you muſt ſtill be poking me, againſt my will to things? But you know wife; here are the greateſt Ladies, and Gallantſt Gentlemen of Rome, to be enterteyn'd in our houſe now: and I would faine aduiſe thee, to entertaine them in the beſt ſort, yfaith wife. In ſinceritie, did you euer heare a man talke ſo Idly? You would ſeeme to be Maſter? You would haue your ſpoke in my cart? you would aduiſe me to Entertaine Ladies, and Gentlemen? bicauſe you canne marſhall your Packneedles, Horſecombes, Hobby-horſes, and Wall-Candleſticks in your ware houſe better then I; therefore you can tell how to Entertaine Ladies, and Gentlefolkes better then I? O my ſweete wife, vpbraid me not with that: "Gaine ſauours ſweetely from any thing; He that reſpects to get, muſt reliſh all commodities alike; and admit no difference betwixt Oade, and Frankincenſe; or the moſt pretious Balſamum, and a Tarre-barrell. Mary fough: You ſell ſnuffers to, if you be remembred, but I pray you let me buy them out of your hand; for I tell you true, I take it highly in ſnuffe, to learne how to Entertaine Gentlefolkes, of you, at theſe yeeres, I faith: Alas man; there was not a Gentleman came to your houſe i' your tother Wiues time, I hope? nor a Lady? nor Muſique? nor Maſques, Nor you, nor your houſe were ſo much as ſpoken of, before I disbaſt my ſelfe, from my Hood and my Fartingall, to theſe Bumrowles, and your Whale-bone Bodies. Looke here, my ſweete Wife; I am Mum, my deare Mumma, my Balſamum, my Sperma Cete, & my verry Citty of— ſhe has the moſt beſt, true, faeminine wit in Rome.