Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.82 · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
And to what end have you unfolded this to me? O sir, when I have told you that, I told you all: For she sir stands so pure in the firm state Of her honesty, that she is too bright to be looked Against: Now could I come against her With some detection, I should sooner persuade her From her marriage vow, and a hundred such nice Terms that she'll stand upon. Why would it apply well to the veruensie of your affection, That another should possess what you would enjoy? Methinks you prescribe very proposterously To yourself. No sir, for by that means should I be certain of that which I now misdoubt. Well M. Brooke, I'll first make bold with your money, Next, give me your hand. Lastly, you shall And you will, enjoy Fords wife. O good sir. M. Brook, I say you shall. Want no money Sir Iohn, you shall want none. Want no Mistress Ford M. Brooke, You shall want none. Even as you came to me, Her spokes mate, her go between parted from me: I may tell you M. Brooke, I am to meet her Between 8. and 9. for at that time the jealous Cuckally knave her husband will be from home, Come to me soon at night, you shall know how I speed M. Brooke. Sir do you know Ford? Hang him poor cuckally knave, I know him not, And yet I wrong him to call him poor. For they Say the cuckally knave hath legions of angels, For the which his wife seems to me well favoured, And I'll use her as the key of the cuckally knaves Coffer, and there's my randevowes. Methinks sir it were very good that you knew Ford, that you might shun him. Hang him cuckally knave, I'll stare him Out of his wits, I'll keep him in awe With this my cudgel: It shall hang like a meator o'er the wittolly knaves head, M. Brooke thou shalt See I will predominate over the peasant, And thou shalt lie with his wife. M. Brook Thou shalt know him for knave and cuckold, Come to me soon at night. What a damned epicurian is this? My wife hath sent for him, the plot is laid: Page is an Ass, a fool. A secure Ass, I'll sooner trust an Irishman with my Aquavita bottle, Sir Hu our parson with my cheese, A thief to walk my ambling gelding, them my wife With herself: then she plots, than she ruminates, And what she thinks in her heart she may effect, she'll break her heart but she will effect it. God be praised, God be praised for my jealousy: Well I'll go prevent him, the time draws on, Better an hour too soon, than a minit too late, Gods my lise cuckold, cuckold. Iohn Rugbie go look met your eyes o'er de stall, And spy and you can see de parson.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 449–507 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 23 in this edition
Length
492 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.822 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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)
And to what end haue you vnfolded this to me? O sir, when I haue told you that, I told you all: For she sir stands so pure in the firme state Of her honestie, that she is too bright to be looked Against: Now could I come against her With some detectiō, I should sooner perswade her From her marriage vow, and a hundred such nice Tearmes that sheele stand vpon. Why would it apply well to the veruensie of your affection, That another should possesse what you would enioy? Meethinks you prescribe verie proposterously To your selfe. No sir, for by that meanes should I be certaine of that which I now misdoubt. Well M. Brooke, Ile first make bold with your mony, Next, giue me your hand. Lastly, you shall And you will, enioy Fords wife. O good sir. M. Brooke, I say you shall. Want no mony Syr Iohn, you shall want none. Want no Misteris Ford M. Brooke, You shall want none. Euen as you came to me, Her spokes mate, her go between parted from me: I may tell you M. Brooke, I am to meet her Between 8. and 9. for at that time the Iealous Cuckally knaue her husband wil be from home, Come to me soone at night, you shall know how I speed M. Brooke. Sir do you know Ford? Hang him poore cuckally knaue, I know him not, And yet I wrong him to call him poore. For they Say the cuckally knaue hath legions of angels, For the which his wife seemes to me well fauored, And Ile vse her as the key of the cuckally knaues Coffer, and there's my randeuowes. Meethinkes sir it were very good that you knew Ford, that you might shun him. Hang him cuckally knaue, Ile stare him Out of his wits, Ile keepe him in awe With this my cudgell: It shall hang like a meator Ore the wittolly knaues head, M. Brooke thou shalt See I will predominate ore the peasant, And thou shalt lie with his wife. M. Brooke Thou shalt know him for knaue and cuckold, Come to me soone at night. What a damned epicurian is this? My wife hath sent for him, the plot is laid: Page is an Asse, a foole. A secure Asse, Ile sooner trust an Irishman with my Aquauita bottle, Sir Hu our parson with my cheese, A theefe to walk my ambling gelding, thē my wife With her selfe: then she plots, then she ruminates, And what she thinkes in her hart she may effect, Sheele breake her hart but she will effect it. God be praised, God be praised for my iealousie: Well Ile goe preuent him, the time drawes on, Better an houre too soone, then a minit too late, Gods my lise cuckold, cuckold. Iohn Rugbie goe looke met your eies ore de stall, And spie and you can see de parson.