Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 487 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.
Sir Iohn, I am afraid you love mistresses Page. I thou mightest as well say I love to walk by the Counter gate, Which is as hateful to me As the reak of a lime kill. Mistress Ford, Mis. Ford, where are you? O Lord step aside good sir Iohn. How now Mistress Page what's the matter? Why your husband woman is coming, With half Windsor at his heels, To look for a gentleman that he says Is hid in his house: his wife's sweet heart. Speak louder. But I hope 'tis not true Mistress Page. 'tis too true woman. Therefore if you Have any here, away with him, or your vndone for ever. Alas mistress Page, what shall I do? Here is a gentleman my friend, how shall I do? Good body woman, do not stand what shall I do, and what shall I do. Better any shift, rather than you shamed. Look here, here's a buck-basket, if he be a man of any reasonable size, he'll in here. Alas I fear he is too big. Let me see, let me see, I'll in, I'll in, Fellow your friend's counsel. Fie sir Iohn is this your love? Go too. I love thee, and none but thee: Help me to convey me hence, I'll never come here more. Come pray along, you shall see all. How now who goes hear? whither goes this? Whither goes it? set it down. Now let it go, you had best meddle with buck-washing. Buck, good buck, pray come along, Master Page take my keys: help to search. Good Sir Hugh pray come along, help a little, a little, I'll show you all. By Ieshu these are jealousies & distemperes. He is in a pitiful taking. I wonder what he thought When my husband bade them set down the basket. Hang him dishonest slave, we cannot use Him bad enough. This is excellent for your Husband's jealousy. Alas poor soul it grieves me at the heart, But this will be a means to make him cease His jealous fits, if Falstaff's love increase. Nay we will send to Falstaff once again, 'tis great pity we should leave him: What wives may be merry, and yet honest too. Shall we be condemned because we laugh? 'tis old, but true: still sows eat all the draff. Here comes your husband, stand aside. I can find no body within, it may be he lied. Did you hear that? I, I, peace. Well I'll not let it go so, yet I'll try further. By Ieshu if there be any body in the kitchen Or the cuberts, or the press, or the buttery, I am an arrant Iew: Now God plesse me: You serve me well, do you not? Fie M. Ford you are too blame: I faith 'tis not well M. Ford to suspect Her thus without cause. No by my trot it be no well:
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir Iohn, I am afraid you loue misteris Page. I thou mightest as well saie I loue to walke by the Counter gate, VVhich is as hatefull to me As the reake of a lime kill. Mistresse Ford, Mis. Ford, where are you? O Lord step aside good sir Iohn. How now Misteris Page whats the matter? Why your husband woman is cōming, With halfe Windsor at his heeles, To looke for a gentleman that he ses Is hid in his house: his wifes sweet hart. Speak louder. But I hope tis not true Misteris Page. Tis too true woman. Therefore if you Haue any here, away with him, or your vndone for euer. Alas mistresse Page, what shall I do? Here is a gentleman my friend, how shall I do? Gode body woman, do not stand what shal I do, and what shall I do. Better any shift, rather then you shamed. Looke heere, here's a buck-basket, if hee be a man of any reasonable sise, heele in here. Alas I feare he is too big. Let me see, let me see, Ile in, Ile in, Follow your friends counsell. Fie sir Iohn is this your loue? Go too. I loue thee, and none but thee: Helpe me to conuey me hence, Ile neuer come here more. Come pray along, you shall see all. How now who goes heare? whither goes this? Whither goes it? set it downe. Now let it go, you had best meddle with buck-washing. Buck, good buck, pray come along, Maister Page take my keyes: helpe to search. Good Sir Hugh pray come along, helpe a little, a little, Ile shew you all. By Ieshu these are iealosies & distemperes. He is in a pittifull taking. I wonder what he thought Whē my husband bad them set downe the basket. Hang him dishonest slaue, we cannot vse Him bad inough. This is excellent for your Husbands iealousie. Alas poore soule it grieues me at the hart, But this will be a meanes to make him cease His iealous fits, if Falstaffes loue increase. Nay we wil send to Falstaffe once again, Tis great pittie we should leaue him: What wiues may be merry, and yet honest too. Shall we be cōdemnd because we laugh? Tis old, but true: still sowes eate all the draffe. Here comes your husband, stand aside. I can find no body within, it may be he lied. Did you heare that? I, I, peace. Well Ile not let it go so, yet Ile trie further. By Ieshu if there be any body in the kitchin Or the cuberts, or the presse, or the buttery, I am an arrant Iew: Now God plesse me: You serue me well, do you not? Fie M. Ford you are too blame: I faith tis not well M. Ford to suspect Her thus without cause. No by my trot it be no vell: